The primordial Buddha listened to his divine kinsmen cheer while he just immersed himself in the stinging feeling in his puffy red eyes. The tears slid down his face, the feeling of warm wetness on his face unfamiliar. He indulged in the sadness and guilt he felt at the deaths of Lakshmibai and Brahman, the ones who taught him to feel, to truly be a person.

Death nodded to the Buddha, a simple sign of respect that was returned. The fallen angel flew off to return to his sister's side.

The remaining fighter left as well, wearing a solemn smile.

As soon as he entered the luxury box, Sin captured Death in a vise-like hug. Skeletal arms returned the gesture, but Death was mostly preoccupied with hoping he wasn't about to perish from his sister's over enthusiastic hold.

"I was so fucking worried. I'm so sorry for putting you in danger."

Astaroth patted Sin on the head, happy that there was still a ray of solace piercing through the darkness that was surrounding the daughter of the devil.

For the period of their embrace, Sin was the closest she had been to being at peace since Revelations began. Her brother was safe.

Only, he really wasn't.

The war wasn't over. The final battle was all that was left, but the time had come. She had to prepare. She couldn't waste a moment.

Sin freed her brother who was reeling from the killer grip of his sister.

"We can't waste any more time. The final battle is next and we're up against Azathoth, the strongest being in existence."

"Yeah, still wondering, how're we gonna beat her?"

"She's the strongest being so far, but that doesn't mean she'll be the strongest in the future."

"But, isn't she beyond spacetime and everything? Technically, that means the future doesn't really apply to her."

"I was being metaphorical. We just need someone who will surpass her."

Sin took point as they made their way through the halls of the arena one last time, back to the hall of doors leading to all the fighters' personal waiting rooms. They stepped up to the door of their final fighter, their last hope.

Not bothering to knock, Sin opened the door and Astaroth's jaw dropped so low that it looked like it was gonna fall off.

Olodumare, Khutulun, Isis, Hōzōin In'ei, Shaka kaSenzangakhona, Amaterasu-ōmikami, Ōmeteōtl, Jeanne d'Arc, John von Neumann, and Lilith were all on the floor, defeated.

Standing in the center of the room, without a single scratch, clearly the culprit of the one-sided, one versus ten beatdown Sin and co just missed, was a woman that was barely four and a half feet tall with a beauty mark under her right eye.

She had black, boyish hair. Her muscles were built and defined at all times, her outfit just a sports bra and compression shorts. She was not a figure that should be inherently intimidating. Her height should have downplayed how menacing her build was, but she had an aura about her, not a literal one like that of Lakshmibai, but one of a feeling. She birthed from her mere being a sense of being under threat. Those who observed her felt like a gazelle with all their bones broken before the largest of lions.

Astaroth's fight or flight response was kicking in, but it was being hindered by a sense of fear that was paralyzing. Only Azathoth had ever instilled such a fathomless sense of terror and dread in her.

"Ng Mui, good to see you're in top shape." Sin seemed a bit more confident upon seeing her final champion's performance. "Looks like you've already surpassed Yahweh's peak strength, this' looking good."

The well built woman blushed and looked away, swaying her upper body back and forth. "You're flattering me, I'm-I'm not that great, I just got lucky." The smile on her face showed that, despite her embarrassment, Mui enjoyed the praise.

The downed gods and mortals gradually lifted their bruised bodies off the ground.

"Oh, sorry, I was trying to hold back!" Mui helped her opponents to their feet. "I mean, you were all probably holding back way more, that's the only way I could beat you all. I'm just so bad at restraining myself!"

"Don't be bashful." Amaterasu groaned. "We were doing all we could. You really are just strong. Strong as strong can be."

Mui was a blushy mess again.

"Thanks, all of you. With all of you sparring against Mui, she's grown into the ultimate weapon."

"The pleasure's all ours." Isis said with a matronly tone. "This is our chance to take out Azathoth and save humanity, the gods, and everyone else."

"I'll happily take some lumps if it means we don't gotta deal with Azathoth anymore." Ōmeteōtl was rubbing their back, feeling all the bumps that had formed.

"I had a great time." In'ei was still full of energy, mental energy at least. "I wish Mui was a little weaker, then we could've fought longer."

Sin was glad to know her trainers for Mui weren't too enervated. "Mui, did y-, Mui?" Sin found a solid red Mui in the fetal position on the ground, unable to handle so much praise. "Mui…did you memorize and copy their fighting styles?"

"Yes."

"Did you figure out how to combine and improve upon their fighting styles to incorporate into your own martial arts?"

"Yes."

"Good. Good. Things are looking good. That's good."

"We shouldn't waste too much time." Olodumare said.

"Yeah. Mui, I'm gonna turn into your relic now."

"Okay!" Mui shot to her feet, breaking out of her embarrassment funk.

"Hold up!" Astaroth had regathered herself. "Can we at least say goodbye to you first? I'd rather do it now than when you aren't looking like yourself. Also, I don't mean goodbye like I don't expect to see you again, I just, I, please. I need to say goodbye."

"No, I get it. I just got caught up in the moment and not wanting to waste time."

"I'm sorry, I was being selfish." Olodumare apologized.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong." Sin didn't want Olodumare to feel needless guilt. She faced Astaroth. "Goodbye, Astaroth. You were one of my mom's closest friends, one of my closest friends, I hope I have the right to say that, and it's thanks to you that we've gotten as far as we have. Round three was only won because of you, and you help motivate my mom at one of her lowest points. Thanks for everything."

Sin was pulled into a tight hug. "You don't need to be so formal. You're my best friend at this point." Astaroth pulled back and held Sin's face, making sure their eyes were locked. "You can do this. You're the most amazing person I know."

"Thank you." Sin tried to speak with a strong voice, but her sobs peeked through.

Astaroth pulled Sin back into the hug. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Next, Sin faced her brother.

"We just reunited and we're already saying goodbye again. Sucks." Chuckling, Sin embraced her brother. "So many hugs today. So many tears today."

"You can do this." Death whispered into Sin's ear.

"I…hope you're right."

"I know I'm right. Have confidence. Your only limit is your doubt."

"I trust you, and I'll try to trust in me."

Her goodbyes complete, Sin stood back from everyone, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and changed.

Breaking into particles of light, Sin became an artificial holy relic.

It was time.

Everyone was silent. It was like a wake.

The shine of the sun did not make people feel the comfort and joy such a pleasant sight should. Instead the sunshine seemed like the heat of Hellfire, a mere taste of an incoming inferno that would spread throughout all directions and burn all who got caught, making them suffer.

This didn't feel like the glorious end of a long tournament dedicated to giving humanity one final chance at survival, it felt like a depressing affair where two sides desperately tried to push the other down into the mud for the sake of their own survival. It felt animalistic and needless. All because Azathoth had put metaphorical guillotine blades to everyone's necks for the sake of her own fleeting amusement.

All the previous fighters in the tournament, both human and god, who still lived sat together as a group, their loved ones with them.

Astaroth and Death were in the luxury box, waiting. They were anxious, but still confident. They put all their trust in Sin and Mui, and they knew that they were worthy of that trust, so they refused to believe they'd be let down.

"Everyone, we've come a long way." Anansi spoke with a soft tone. "Thirteen gods. Thirteen humans. Twelve champions victorious, and twelve champions have left us. We've lost so many, including my friend, Apollo and a third of our total number. We've lost so much. We've laughed, cheered, cried, mourned. It feels like we've just started, and it feels like we've been here for eons. Such is the nature of a tournament like this. Revelations. We've sure had a Hell of a lot of revelations in this tournament. We came here to judge humanity, and now we're here to see who will be sacrificed. The thirteenth round, the final round, is here. I have no co-commentator or guest commentator. The fighters haven't requested anything. There's no need to wait any longer, the fighters are ready, and even if the rest of us aren't, all things march ahead, and we can't let ourselves get left behind. So, let me welcome the final fighter for the gods."

A gash tore in reality above the battlefield, revealing a world of swirling primal chaos. It was like the mouth of a rabid animal, foaming in all manner of never before seen colors.

"Look away from the center of reality, or you shall go mad. Do not think of the Daemon Sultan, or you shall be erased from all frameworks and be less than zero. Do not exist within the same totality as the Nuclear Chaos, or you will face their incomprehensible truth beyond definition."

Slowly descending from the hole to totality's center, the girl in pink with a cotton-like puff for hair made her appearance, tendrils composed of more chaos whipping about adjacent to her. The perverse limbs undulated with the pink one at the center of them, like some sort of axis they sailed around, forming a vortex of eldritch material, a dance around the nuclear being in celebration of her.

"When Yahweh created totality, the encapsulation of all that is and isn't, could and couldn't, all definitions and the definitionless, the limited and the transcendent, all that information, like a massive enough object, gathered at the center, the center of everything, creating a nucleus."

The pink deity's feet touched the checkerboard pattern ground and the tentacles stopped their obscene parading before getting sucked toward and into the god's open mouth, laws of space getting ignored as the massive amount of tentacles somehow fit within the tiny deity's body. It wasn't only the tentacles, the chaos of totality's center was dragged through the portal and into the girl's maw.

"The core of totality held more power than totality itself, more than Yahweh in her greatest form, more than anything else. Then, that singularity had a thought, a feeling. Boredom."

With a lick of her lips, the tiny deity had finished eating up all of the primordial chaos of totality.

"Thus was she born. Thus was Azathoth born."

No cheers. Just silence.

Few were expecting Azathoth to be fighting for the gods.

The divine audience, in a way, should have been happy. With such a strong fighter for their side, their victory seemed assured. That said, even if they survived, they'd be stuck under Azathoth's rule, acting as her playthings until she eventually destroyed them all.

Humanity gave up. They couldn't imagine any way Azathoth could be defeated. Their demise seemed already decided.

"Now for the last of the human champions, and the last fighter I shall be introducing in this tournament."

The gates on the human side of the battlefield opened, and out walked the last fighter, who appeared to lack a holy relic on her person, her pupils transformed into serpentine slits.

"She lived as a Shaolin nun, dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts perfection. She invented a series of different martial arts, most famously wing chun. She is one of the Five Elders, master martial artists who survived the destruction of the Shaolin Temple. There are few who could ever reach one iota of her skill in hand-to-hand combat. She-why is she like that?"

The human champion was in the fetal position, hiding her face. She couldn't handle the praise and being in the spotlight.

"She's in a ball. I, ah, I. Ng Mui, everybody."

Some of the audience awkwardly clapped because they felt like it would be too awkward to leave things entirely silent.

It actually just made Mui more embarrassed.

A woman in white couldn't help but chuckle nostalgically while watching Mui act the way she did. It was Yim Wing-chun, one of Ng Mui's students in life, the woman Mui created the martial art of wing chun for and named after her.

Next to Yim was her husband and only student Leung Bok-chau, along with Ip Man and Bruce Lee, two of the most famous users of wing chun and some of the greatest martial artists in history. They were excited to see one of the progenitors of modern martial arts, but they were reluctant to vocalize that excitement considering how Mui reacts to even the vaguest of compliments.

The majority of the audience lacked that same vivification at seeing that the final champion of humanity was a small woman clutching her legs in defeat from having so many people look at her and have some nice things said about her. Everyone, god and human alike, wanted humanity to win this bout and Azathoth to be eliminated so that both the gods and humanity could live, but Ng Mui wasn't inspiring confidence.

Mui struggled into her feet, her head down and shoulders raised as high as they would go. Eyes closed, the martial artist minced forward until she reached her starting spot.

"Sin's one with you." Azathoth said unprompted. "Your body, mind, soul, concept, and beyond have become the relic."

Mui jolted out of her embarrassment haze. "You right! Maybe I should've tried to keep that secret. You probably wouldn't've believed me if I said you were wrong, so there'd be no point."

"You're a martial artist, it's obvious your relic would work in some way that would let your body directly harm a deity, like Khutulun's relic did."

"Good point."

"Are you really supposed to be the final champion of humanity?"

"Sorry. Me being your opponent must feel like an insult to you."

"You better not die too quickly. I'm gonna hold back, but if you still die after one or two hits, I'm gonna kill everyone."

A chill went down Mui's spine and through her nerves and veins. "I'll try not to disappoint you." The martial artist was shivering.

Astaroth's concerns weren't being assuaged seeing Mui's own lack of confidence.

"Sin, Ng Mui, please win."

"Okay, everyone, no more wasting time, let's get to this."

At Anansi's words, Mui's shaking slowed and she raised her fists and got into a fighting stance befitting more modern martial arts, having studied all known forms of hand to hand combat in preparation for the fight. Azathoth just stood with her arms at her sides, oversized sleeves dangling, not a single tensed muscle in her body.

"The thirteenth and final round of Revelations,"

Azathoth yawned.

"Azathoth vs Ng Mui,"

Mui resisted the urge to bite her lip.

"shall now begin!"

With speed beyond speed beyond speed, faster than all the previous combatants, Mui rushed at Azathoth, her fist flying forward. The combined experience and technique Mui had learned and cultivated over her combined life and afterlife tempered the punch into one that was so wondrous that no other warrior could replicate it.

The fist hit Azathoth in the face, the force behind the blow being enough to easily destroy all of totality, the controlled and focused nature of the strike being the only reason that didn't happen.

It was a punch that could have killed Yahweh in her Ayin form entirely. It was a punch of such power that the gap between it and Yahweh's true power was an infinitely greater gap than that between Yahweh true power and something that didn't exist.

It was a punch that didn't faze Azathoth at all.

Azathoth was so unbudging before the blow that it was as if she wasn't hit at all. Her clothes didn't even ruffle. Not even a single particle that made up her body reacted to being struck.

Hope died. The last champion's first attack did nothing, absolutely nothing. It wasn't just too weak to do real damage. It did nothing at all. Azathoth seemed more unchanging and unstoppable than ever. Like an ant before a meteor, it seemed like there was nothing that could be done. Helpless. Everyone felt helpless. Humanity already started thinking about how they wanted to spend their last moments, assuming they were already dead. The gods were readying themselves for a future administered by Azathoth who would be their overlord. Any sparks of optimism in the hearts of the spectators petered out.

Then those sparks returned and ignited into a big bang giving birth to hope.

Ng Mui punched with her other hand and the fist made Azathoth's head rupture into a splatter of blood.

This was Mui's true power. The power of growth. She could improve in all respects at an exponential rate while imitating the skills of others, enhancing those copied techniques with her own knowledge. That was the true purpose of Mui training with all the previous fighters, to allow her to improve to the point that she wouldn't immediately die when fighting Azathoth and could last long enough that she'd then improve to the point where she could stand toe to toe with the Nuclear Chaos.

This was Sin's plan, and it worked.

Azathoth's body dropped, thumping to the ground without grace, blood pouring out of the stump where a head once sat and forming a red puddle.

Everyone watching from all walks of life were united as one people and together they applauded.