Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 518: The End For Him

Thor’s eyes widened in horror.

He had seen madness. He had seen monsters. But what now stood before him—what this anomaly had become—was no longer a man, no longer even a corrupted god.

This... this was something else. Something wilder. A being untethered from fate and reason of the cosmos they once knew.

Clyde’s body still held the shape of his former self, but the essence was unrecognizable.

His once-human features had changed. His white hair now floated around his head like an ethereal crown, sweeping in wild arcs with each breath and shooting storms of black mist around.

His skin was lined with jagged glowing black cracks, as if something inside him was trying to tear its way out.

Elderglass sword pulsed like a dying star in his right hand, and Dusksorrow sword screamed silently in the left.

The air around him bent unnaturally, as though the laws of the world were trying—and failing—to deny his existence.

Michael faltered midair.

For the first time, the Archangel’s golden flame dimmed.

He looked into Clyde’s eyes and saw no reason or restraint anymore. There was no logic or human mind to be found there, only the abyss. And the abyss was looking back at him and every higher being around him.

Zeus grimaced, sweat lining his brow despite his form that wrapped in thunder. His heart that already hardened by wars no mortal could imagine, felt a beat of fear. Lightning sparked uselessly around his hands.

And the others like Ra who was high on his chariot of fire, narrowed his burning eyes but even his eternal light seemed to recoil.

Osiris’ green glyph trembled beneath his feet. Horus, who had never known fear in any of his incarnations, stopped in mid-flight. His spear of dawn still raised but unmoving.

From a distant outer circle of the battle the other higher beings watched.

Clyde had become a blight. A walking rift of darkness in reality now. He had become a calamity with a heartbeat. His presence alone pressed against them all, clawing into their divine souls.

Then he moved again.

The black mist writhed from his body, coalescing into a massive shockwave that burst outward.

His white hair snapped like a banner in a storm. The explosion was without any voices but it struck with power enough to send the frontmost Celestials and Angels and Demons flying backward.

Ra’s chariot cracked in half.

Michael was hurled backward, tumbling through fire and lightning. Zeus braced with his lightning power but even he slid back across the void, heels carving trails in empty space.

And then came the onslaught.

Clyde vanished and reappeared mid-slash. His blades carving through the air faster than they could imagine.

Dusksorrow cleaved through Osiris’ glyph shield, scattering it into fading green sparks. His Elderglass sword drove Ra back with each stroke, its edge flaring with impossible colors.

The Celestials attacked together. Thor hurled Mjolnir with a roar, Horus dove like a comet, Sedna summoned tidal vortexes from thin air. But Clyde danced between it all, his body become a blur of black and white streak.

The outer ring stirred.

Angels that had survived the earlier cataclysm now moved in formation again. Golden wings outstretched, spears of light raised high.

Demons followed behind them. Their claws and infernal flames ready. They don’t care if they were fully allies or not but they knew that unless Clyde fell, none of them would survive.

An army of the Angel and the Demon now gathering in a tightening noose as if they were one factions.

But they still hesitated. Because in the center of it all... was a nightmare made flesh.

Michael who now already bruised and bloodied after Clyde’s shockwave attack earlier shouted to the others, "NOW! Strike together! Before he becomes something we cannot even see!"

And they moved.

Lightning surged, fire blazed, water and void and steel and light. Every element, every force of the cosmos was hurled toward Clyde in perfect harmony.

But Clyde laughed. He let out a deep and broken sound. Not joyous or mad. Its just an empty laugh.

Then he raised both swords, channeling more of the power inside him, and unleashed everyhting.

A single arc of power. Black and white and red and blue. A slash that cut through the armies of divinity.

And it split the sky.

The energy wave crashed into the incoming barrage of attack and devoured it all whole.

Those who were caught in those wave were not fortunate.

The Archngels and their armies burned to ash mid-flight. Demons were torn into spirals of gore. Celestials were flung back, shields cracking, wings folding. The outer circle shattered.

And yet Clyde still moved. Not to win but he just wanted to end it all.

Because Clyde no longer fought to survive. He fought because the world had asked too much—and taken too much—and now it was his turn to take everything back.

Then Clyde began the slaughter.

He moved through the broken battlefield. Every step scattered what remained of Eden, Hell, and the other Celestials realms alike.

Celestials who still clung to life were killed in an instant. Elderglass sword carved through their armor as if it were silk, while Dusksorrow sword split souls apart, leaving nothing but hollow echoes in the air.

An Archangel tried to stand but Clyde’s black mist surged forward, engulfing him. When it receded, nothing remained.

A Demon King rose behind him, claws drawn and his mouth howling with fury. But Clyde turned, eyes glowing like two collapsed stars, and split the creature in half with one brutal swing.

No other beings mattered to him now. Only silence and endings.

He moved with violence that felt almost methodical. There was no battle cry or thrill in it. Only completion. Like a man finally cleaning the ruin of the world.

But he didn’t realize that he wasn’t the only one survived.

Michael still lived. The Archangel lay slumped behind a broken ridge of shattered landmass, his armor scorched and cracked, his left wing barely functioning.

The shockwave had nearly torn him apart. But something in him that most likely the essenc of the Ancient One he still had, had held him together.

And Michael was not alone.

Across the wreckage, Hades stirred. His armor was in tatters. A massive gash cut across his chestplate, and his helm had long since vanished in Clyde’s first assault. But his eyes were open, ice-cold and still burning.

They saw each other. Two broken beings lit under the flickering lights.

No words passed between them. Only a nod.Then they rose.

Michael gritted his teeth, gripping his golden blade tighter. Hades raised his cursed sword with one trembling hand. Their limbs ached. Their soul flickered like dying stars. But they still able to moved forward.

And as they closed in on Clyde, others revealed themselves.

Gabriel, scorched and missing part of his wing, crawled from beneath a pile of dead Angels. His eyes locked onto Michael.

Azrael bloodied and limping, still held his sword. Thor—half-conscious, one arm limp—dragged himself to his feet, Mjolnir dragging sparks across the broken ground. They didn’t speak or even bother to coordinate.

Michael only looked at them, seeing who remained—not knowing if the others were dead or too broken to rise. But he had no time to find out.

Because their priority wasn’t saving anyone.

It was ending Clyde.

They moved like shadows behind the storm. Clyde was still in front of them, killing what lingered of them. Obliterating the remains of those who hadn’t escaped his wave.

He didn’t hear them or sense them because his mind was broken right now.

His awareness was clouded by wrath, dulled by power too great to control. His focus tunneled. His instincts drowned.

So they were able to attack together.

Michael leapt first, wings flaring as he slashed with everything he had left. His blade swinging fast.

Hades followed, his cursed fork screaming as it aimed for Clyde’s spine.

Gabriel and Azrael came next. Blades flashing toward Clyde’s right and left sides.

Mjolnir roared behind them, hurled with the last of Thor’s strength. Lightning igniting the dark.

And in that single instant, Clyde felt all of the attack.

The world collapsing on him and time seems to slowing down.

He saw a memory and a whisper in his mind...

"You can’t fight everything alone." Asqa had said.

But it was too late for anything. The attacks hit him.

Clyde felt his soul shatter. His body crumbled into shards of black obsidian, scattering like glass into the air.

The force of the combined assault tore him apart until only silence remained. Around him, the higher beings who struck the final blow collapsed, their magic power spent.

Michael, Hades, Gabriel, Azrael, Thor, all drifted, unconscious, in the broken remnants of the world they tried to save.

Darkness embraced Clyde.

In that emptiness, a voice echoed.

"You can start again, Clyde."

The voice like a hand reaching through the void, to offer one more chance.

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