God Of Void

Eida reclined on her velvet sofa, lazily flipping through a magazine. She wore a bored expression, yet her mind was restless.

Daemon sat across from her, upside down on the couch as usual, kicking his legs in the air.

"You're making that face again," Daemon teased. "The one where you're pretending not to care, but your brain's spinning like crazy."

Eida sighed, closing the magazine. "I'm just... thinking."

Daemon's grin widened. "Thinking? That's new. You usually just know everything."

"I can't see him anymore," Eida muttered, tapping her temple. "It's like he doesn't exist."

Daemon flipped himself upright, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Wait... who?"

"Code," she said quietly. "But not Code anymore."

Daemon's expression twisted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Eida exhaled, her voice lowering. "I've been watching Code for years. Ever since he got rejected by me, he's been getting weaker... angrier. But one day..."

She paused, remembering the unsettling moment.

"...He just changed."

Daemon leaned closer, his grin fading. "Changed how?"

"No scars," Eida murmured. "No stupid white hair, no tantrums. His chakra... it's not the same anymore." She paused again, her gaze distant. "It's... calmer now. Colder. Like everything's going exactly how he wants it to."

Daemon blinked. "So... he got smarter?"

"No," Eida muttered. "He's someone else."

Daemon's face lit up with excitement. "That's awesome!" he laughed. "Maybe now he'll stop whining like a baby."

"You're not listening," Eida snapped. "I don't know what he is — but whatever it is... it's dangerous."

Daemon smirked, clearly unfazed. "So what? If he shows up here, I'll crush him." He flexed his fingers smugly.

"Don't be stupid," Eida muttered. "He's hiding for a reason. The fact that he doesn't want us to know he exists..."

Her voice trailed off.

"...means he's planning something."

Draven's Domain

Draven stood on a jagged cliffside, the wind biting at his face. The newly transformed Ten-Tails — now a colossal black-scaled dragon — rested behind him, its wings partially folded, like a predator waiting to strike.

The beast's eyes glowed crimson, dark flames crackling from its fanged mouth.

Draven ran a hand through his black hair, taking in the distant sight of Konoha's horizon.

His gaze drifted upward. The storm clouds twisted above him, dark and restless.

With a faint smile, Draven turned to his beast.

The streets of Konoha were calm beneath the fading evening light. Lanterns flickered above quiet pathways, casting golden hues across the village. Merchants packed their stalls, and children hurried home, their laughter fading into the cool air.

A man walked slowly through the streets — tall, broad-shouldered, yet carrying an air of quiet detachment. His black hair flowed smoothly, falling just above his sharp, calm eyes — crimson and cold like burning embers in an endless void.

This man was Draven.

Once known as Code, Draven had long abandoned his former identity. His body — once marked by jagged scars and twisted features — had been reshaped into something flawless. His face was now sharp yet strikingly handsome, his body tall and powerful with a perfect physique. The twisted claw marks that once marred his skin had vanished, leaving him with a refined, commanding presence.

No one recognized him.

He preferred it that way.

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Draven's abilities had evolved far beyond his original strength. Now, his power stood on the edge of godhood — a multiversal threat with unmatched abilities:

Abyssal Immortality: Draven's body wasn't simply eternal — it existed beyond reality itself. Even if his body was erased, his soul and consciousness would persist, reforming endlessly from the Abyss. Death was no longer a concept that applied to him.

Absolute Regeneration: Draven's regenerative powers defied logic. Even if he was reduced to ash or obliterated at the atomic level, his body would reconstruct itself in seconds. He could regenerate organs, limbs — even his brain — without delay.

Abyssal Control — The Power of the Void: The Abyss was more than just a realm — it was a sentient force of destruction, bound to Draven's will. He could summon black tendrils capable of devouring energy, absorbing chakra, and corrupting matter itself.

Ten-Tails Dragon — The Abyssal Beast: The Ten-Tails had fused with Draven's darkness, transforming into a monstrous dragon of unfathomable size. Its obsidian scales pulsed with dark fire, and its horns crackled with raw energy. The beast could:

Breathe black flames that melted through mountains.

Unleash devastating storms by beating its massive wings.

Manipulate dark matter to consume landscapes in eternal blackness.

Warp space itself, distorting reality wherever it moved.

Abyssal Dominion: Draven could pull enemies into his personal void — a twisted dimension of endless darkness where he held absolute control. In this realm, time, gravity, and even thought itself bent to his will.

Reality Distortion: Draven's presence warped reality itself. Time moved slower when he willed it; space folded under his gaze. He could tear open portals not only to distant lands — but across alternate dimensions, allowing him to travel through universes with ease.

Mental Manipulation: Draven's mind could reach into the thoughts of others, planting ideas, breaking wills, or forcing illusions that felt more real than life itself. His control could crush even the strongest minds without them realizing.

Elemental Corruption: Fire, wind, water, earth — Draven's darkness twisted these forces into corrupted versions of themselves. His flames devoured oxygen, his winds became void storms, and his corrupted earth absorbed chakra on contact.

Soul Consumption: Beyond physical destruction, Draven could consume the very souls of his victims — stealing their memories, skills, and experiences. Those devoured by the Abyss became part of his endless knowledge.

With these abilities combined, Draven's presence alone was a threat not just to this world — but to all worlds.

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Konoha

Draven sat in a quiet tea shop, sipping from a steaming cup as his crimson eyes flicked to the streets outside.

Peace… how dull.

His gaze followed two shinobi walking by — their conversation light and casual. To them, Draven was nothing more than a traveler enjoying his evening.

The tea shop's owner refilled his cup.

"You're new around here, huh?" the man asked.

Draven smiled faintly. "Just passing through."

"Where from?"

"Far from here," Draven said, voice calm. "Too far for anyone to follow."

The man chuckled, unaware of the weight in Draven's words.

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Elsewhere

"You're still thinking about him, aren't you?"

Daemon's voice rang from the doorway as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His sharp grin stretched wide, but Eida barely noticed.

"I told you," Eida muttered, "I'm just… curious."

Daemon scoffed. "Curious about what? If he's stronger than you?"

Eida's gaze hardened. "He's not like anyone we've faced before. He's not acting like Code — not reckless, not emotional."

Daemon shrugged. "If he's not here to fight, then he's just wasting time."

"That's what's bothering me." Eida's voice dropped to a whisper. "People like him… they don't waste time without a reason."

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Night crept over Konoha. Draven stood at the village's edge, gazing at the Hokage Monument. His crimson eyes glowed faintly beneath the moonlight.

His mind drifted to the Ten-Tails Dragon — slumbering in the Abyss. The beast's breathing shook the void like thunder, yet it remained still.

Not yet.

Draven wasn't here to destroy Konoha — not yet, at least. He had no interest in mindless violence. This world… these people… they weren't worthy of his strength.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. The Abyss flickered around him — a faint ripple of darkness that only he could sense.

Somewhere beyond the village, Boruto lingered — the rogue shinobi walking alone in exile.

Boruto… Kawaki… all of you are irrelevant now.

His smile sharpened.

"Let's see how this world changes," Draven murmured. His voice was calm, yet carried a trace of dark amusement.