The clash between gods reverberated through the fabric of reality. Every strike, every movement, sent ripples through space and time itself. The chamber that once housed Iset, the god of time and space, now trembled under the weight of cosmic forces clashing in a battle for control over all existence. Thoth stood tall, his form wreathed in the dark, ethereal energy of the ancient force. His eyes, now burning with ambition, focused solely on Iset, who stood before him, wounded and fading.

Iset, the keeper of time, no longer glowed with the same unshakeable authority. His form flickered, like a candle struggling to stay lit. His eyes, vast pools of galaxies and stars, held a quiet resignation but also an unspoken warning.

"Thoth," Iset’s voice echoed through the void, calm yet weighted with finality. "Killing me will not give you the control you seek. Time and space cannot be tamed. You will only destroy what you wish to rule."

But Thoth had come too far, had sacrificed too much to turn back now. The power he had long sought was at his fingertips, and he would not be denied. He raised his staff, now crackling with the energy of the ancient force, and took a step toward Iset.

"I have no intention of letting the universe fall into chaos," Thoth said coldly, his voice like the edge of a blade. "I will bring order to what you have allowed to spiral into disarray. Time will no longer bend to fate. It will bend to me."

(There was a time when Thoth sought knowledge for its own sake, a time when power was only a means to understand the universe more fully. But that time had long passed. "I had seen this change in Thoth," Seshat’s voice whispered softly, a memory laced with regret. "He had once believed that knowledge was the ultimate goal, but as the eons passed, he became consumed by a desire for control. And now, that desire had led him to this moment—the death of the god of time.")

Anubis watched from the shadows, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes followed the movements of both gods, but he did not intervene. His loyalty to Thoth was unwavering, but even he understood the weight of what was about to happen. To kill Iset was to sever the threads that held reality together. Yet, Anubis had no fear of destruction—he had seen the end of all things many times before.

Iset raised his hand in a final gesture, summoning the last of his power. The chamber darkened, the air thick with the weight of millennia of time collapsing in on itself. The space around them shifted, bending and warping as Iset reached into the very essence of existence, grasping at the one thing he had always controlled: time.

"You do not understand what you’re doing," Iset said, his voice filled with both warning and sorrow. "The death of time is not something that can be undone. The ancient force will not be stopped by my death—it will only grow stronger. And you will be unable to contain it."

Thoth smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "I am not afraid of the ancient force. With your death, I will have the power to see through time and space, to control it as you never could."

In a single, decisive movement, Thoth lunged forward, his staff blazing with energy. Iset raised his own weapon in a last attempt to defend himself, but the effort was futile. Thoth’s strike was precise, brutal. The moment the blow landed, time itself seemed to freeze, as if the universe held its breath. Iset staggered, his form flickering and fading as the energy of time and space drained from him.

And then, with a final, shuddering breath, Iset fell.

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The god of time and space was dead.

The chamber erupted in chaos. The walls warped and twisted, the floor rippling like water beneath their feet. A low, ominous hum filled the air as the balance of existence began to unravel. Time, once held together by Iset’s power, began to fracture. The past, present, and future collided in a cacophony of overlapping realities. The stars in Iset’s eyes dimmed, and with them, the threads of time began to snap, one by one.

("I had always known this moment would come," Seshat’s voice echoed through the collapsing chamber. "Thoth believed that by killing Iset, he could take control of time and space. But time is not something that can be controlled—it is the essence of existence, the force that binds all things together. Without Iset, that force was now free, and with it, came the unraveling of reality.")

For a moment, everything was silent. Thoth stood over Iset’s lifeless form, his chest heaving as the power of the ancient force surged through him. His eyes burned with a new intensity, and for the first time, he saw not only the present but all moments—past, present, and future—laid out before him like an open book. He could see through the very fabric of existence, each thread of time now within his grasp.

But the power came at a cost.

As the timelines collapsed around him, Thoth felt the weight of infinite realities pressing down on his mind. He could see every possibility, every outcome, every potential future, and it was overwhelming. The power to control time and space was not a gift—it was a burden.

Anubis stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he watched Thoth grapple with his newfound abilities. "You have the power you sought, but can you control it?"

Thoth did not answer. His mind was reeling, the flood of knowledge almost unbearable. He could see everything—every choice he had ever made, every path not taken, every future that could have been. The weight of infinite realities threatened to crush him, but still, he stood firm.

("Thoth had always believed that knowledge was power," Seshat whispered, her voice tinged with sadness. "But in this moment, he realized that some knowledge comes with a price. The power to see through time and space, to control it, was more than he had bargained for. I could see it in his eyes—the realization that he was no longer in control. He had become a prisoner of the very power he had sought to wield.")

As the collapse of time continued, the ancient force that had been stirring in the shadows grew stronger. With Iset’s death, the force was no longer bound by the constraints of time and space. It surged through the underworld, rippling across the realms, feeding on the chaos that Thoth had unleashed.

The warrior, who had been watching from the shadows, stepped forward. Their eyes, dark and unreadable, met Thoth’s. They, too, had felt the shift in the balance of power, had sensed the consequences of Iset’s death rippling through the realms. The ancient force that had bound them to this moment now called to them with a power that could not be denied.

"You’ve weakened the force," the warrior said, their voice low and steady. "But it’s not enough. Killing Iset won’t stop it."

Thoth turned to face the warrior, his eyes blazing with the weight of his newfound power. "I have the power to control time and space now. I don’t need to stop the force—I can bend it to my will."

But the warrior shook their head, their expression grim. "You cannot control what you do not understand."

("The warrior had always been tied to the ancient force," Seshat’s voice echoed softly. "But unlike Thoth, they had never sought to control it. They understood the force in a way that Thoth could not—that it was not something that could be tamed or bent to one’s will. It was a force of nature, a primal energy that existed beyond the gods, beyond time and space.")

The walls of the chamber continued to warp and twist, the collapse of time sending shockwaves through the fabric of reality. The timelines that once flowed smoothly now fractured and split, creating rifts in space that threatened to tear apart the very foundations of the underworld.

Thoth, struggling to maintain control, clenched his fists, the ancient force pulsing through his veins. "I have the power," he repeated, though there was a hint of desperation in his voice. "I can stop this."

But even as he spoke, the truth became clear. The power of time and space, the power he had sought for so long, was slipping away from him. It was too vast, too infinite for even a god to contain. He had killed Iset, but in doing so, he had unleashed something far more dangerous.

The ancient force was no longer weakened—it was free.

Anubis, still watching in silence, stepped forward, his voice cold and calm. "You thought you could control time, but time is not something that can be bound. You’ve opened the door, Thoth, and now, the consequences are upon us."

("I had seen this coming," Seshat’s voice murmured, her tone filled with regret. "Thoth had always been a god of knowledge, but his ambition had blinded him to the truth. The power he sought was too great for even a god to wield. And now, he was left to face the consequences of his actions—the collapse of time, the unraveling of space, and the rise of the ancient force.")

Thoth, for the first time, felt a flicker of doubt. He had killed Iset, had claimed the power to see through time and space, but at what cost? The timelines continued to fracture, the realms threatened to collapse, and the ancient force was growing stronger by the second.

For the first time in his long existence, Thoth wondered if he had made a mistake.

But there was no turning back now.