The Zerthian Overlord: The End Of The World

The sky was no longer blue. For months now, it had been painted in hues of sickly green and dark crimson, choked by a suffocating, endless mist. The Earth was dying. Slowly, silently, the energy of the planet drained away. Trees withered, oceans dried into cracked beds of dust, and cities crumbled as the life force of every living thing was devoured by an unseen terror.

The Zerthian Overlord had arrived.

No one had seen it at first. The dark deity know as Zerthia had merged with the Earth itself, feeding off its core, growing stronger as the planet withered away. Having reached his ultimate form, Zerthia had fully ascended into the Zerthian Overlord. Only the brave or the foolish dared look for it. And when they did, they beheld its impossible power: a being too vast to comprehend, its presence hidden by the dark energy it consumed, nearly invisible to mortal eyes.

Its body stretched across continents, a mass of shifting tentacles that plunged into the Earth like roots, siphoning the planet’s life force. Three enormous demon-like snake eyes hovered above the clouds, unblinking, gazing down upon the world with cold, calculated malice. The Overlord’s claws—gigantic, twisted things—scraped across mountains, and its tentacles writhed, grasping at anything with life to drain.

It was the end of the world.

For three long months, the Zerthian Conflict had ravaged the world, bringing every major military force to its knees. Yet Jay, Earth’s Protector, refused to let humanity fall. Appointed by the ancient gods at the dawn of creation, Jay’s sacred duty was to shield the Earth from catastrophe and to stand against the dark shadow known as Zerthia. In stark contrast, Zerthia was not born of creation, but from the very essence of darkness and death—the end of life itself. Armed with angelic powers beyond mortal comprehension, Jay stood ready to face the Zerthian Overlord, determined to uphold his divine mission.

He stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon, watching as the landscape before him cracked and crumbled. Everything was silent now, save for the rumble of the Overlord's deep, menacing presence that pulsed beneath the Earth's surface. Jay clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination. He could feel the weight of his responsibility as the Earth's final guardian—his heart heavy, knowing this would be his greatest battle and, perhaps, his last.

The Zerthian Overlord had been born from an even more sinister being. Zerthia, the God of Destruction, had stalked the universe for eons, shifting forms, wreaking havoc wherever he pleased. Now, Zerthia had taken his final transformation, evolving into the Overlord—a form so powerful it could end the very existence of planets. And Jay knew this battle was not just about stopping a creature; it was about stopping the end of everything.

Jay breathed in deeply, the air thin and tainted with death. He knew the Overlord was growing stronger with each passing moment. But so was he.

"Now or never," Jay whispered to himself, his voice lost in the void of a dying world.

He stepped off the cliff, plummeting into the air—but he didn’t fall. His transformation began, his body igniting with radiant energy as he called upon his super form. His limbs elongated, muscles tensed, and his entire form glowed with power. His speed increased, faster than sound, and his body began to rise into the air like a god of light, hovering over the desolation.

In this form, Jay was more than just a protector. He was the Earth's last hope.

He catapulted towards the Overlord, his speed cutting through the dead air like a blade. As he neared, the tentacles rose to meet him, towering into the sky like monstrous serpents. Jay dodged them with ease, using his super speed to twist through the onslaught of limbs, his fists crackling with energy. He hurled a beam of light forward, blasting through the tentacles, disintegrating them in midair.

But the Overlord barely noticed. It shifted, its eyes fixing on Jay for the first time. A deep, guttural sound reverberated through the sky, like the groan of a thousand dying worlds. “Protector!” The Overlord’s voice rippled across the land. One massive claw lifted from the ground, sweeping towards Jay with the force of a hurricane. He braced himself, creating an energy shield that shimmered with the power of a thousand suns. The claw crashed against it, and Jay was sent hurtling through the air, plummeting straight trough a skyscraper. The shield cracking under the immense force.

It wasn’t enough.

With a burst of speed, Jay righted himself up and shot right back, faster than ever. He raised his hand, summoning lightning into the form of a spear. With a mighty throw, he launched it at the Overlord’s chest, the energy piercing through the creature’s invisible form, making it screech in agony.

The Overlord retaliated with a flurry of tentacles, each moving with deadly precision. Jay teleported, warping through space to avoid their crushing grasp. He could feel the weight of the Overlord’s energy, its destructive force pressing down on him like a tidal wave. This was no ordinary fight. The Zerthian Overlord was more than just a creature—it was a god. A force of cosmic death.

Jay's heart pounded. This wasn’t working. Not yet.

Time was slipping away, and Jay knew the end was near. He had to act now—there was only one solution. Jay realized the Zerthian Overlord had grown far too powerful to be defeated through any physical means, but if he could be erased from time itself, it might be possible to stop him. Destroy his origin, erase his original form Zerthia from reality, and the Overlord would cease to exist.

But to do so…The fabric of time would be permanently altered. Causing unforeseen consequences on time itself, and everyone’s memories would be erased.

Jay soared higher into the atmosphere, reaching the edge of space, where the stars flickered coldly. He looked down upon the dying Earth. He could hear the voices of the people—those few who remained—crying out for salvation. They were innocent, unaware of the price that had to be paid. His chest tightened. Would this even work? Could he do this? Could he sacrifice their memories, and possibly Earth’s history, to save them? Was running the risk of permanently altering time-space worth saving his current timeline?

The Overlord rose from the planet’s surface as further questions flashed through Jay’s mind, the Zerthian Overlord’s full form now visible. It was massive, more monstrous than even Jay had imagined. The three demonic eyes glared at him, filled with malice and hunger. The Overlord was ready to land the final blow.

Jay clenched his fists, “There is no time for uncertainty. The moment to strike is now!” his voice commanded.

With a primal scream, he unleashed his full power. His body blazed with light, energy rippling from him in waves as he shot towards the Overlord like a comet. He summoned the energy of time itself, warping reality around him, diving straight into the core of the beast. Tentacles tore at him, claws raked against his skin, but he was invincible now—unstoppable.

He reached the heart of the creature, Zerthia's essence, buried deep within the Overlord’s core. Time slowed. Jay felt the weight of the universe pressing down on him as he grasped Zerthia’s shadowy form.

With one final effort, screaming in pain—Jay unraveled Zerthia from existence.

The world shuddered in an instant. The Overlord let out a final, agonizing roar before disintegrating into nothingness. The Earth trembled, the sky cracked, and then, there was silence.

It was now finished.

Jay hovered above the Earth, watching time rewind itself, the cracks in reality stitching themselves back together. Life would return. The Earth would heal. But no one would remember anything.

He floated down, his body weakening and becoming ever more translucent as the glow of his super form faded. The cost had been great. He had saved them all—but to them, he was now a stranger. Jay, the protector of Earth, would be forgotten.

As he fought to stand, trembling on the ground, the wind whispered through the quiet, barren landscape. He looked up at the sky, all alone but then—rays of sunlight started to pierce through the once dead crimson void left from Zerthia’s wake. Jay smiled as tears ran down his face.

He had saved them. All of them. And that would always be enough for him. With the hero’s purpose now fulfilled, one last tear slowly fell as Jay too disappeared from existence.