In the karmic universe, while Yunan was emptying Efforts energy reserves with zealous enthusiasm, Effort was trying to incorporate the tidbits of insight that came from the feedback of the Host. Although the size of the feedback was minute and very tiny, it accumulated as time and destruction followed Yunan, it amounted to something that would require some meditation, although it was just one galaxy that was wiped out of existence.

By the time the third month had arrived, the Witch's rage had already subsided, more or less satisfied. Yunan was getting impatient, he knew the creator of the karmic universe was already dead, yet was still waiting for whoever was claiming to be the creator to show up.

Three months worth of time may as well have been as short as a few blinks to your average gods, however, that does not apply when your universe is being destroyed down to its Laws. Every god could feel as the Laws were weakening by the moment, each bit of Law that Yunan destroyed was a permanent drop in their power and the loss was irreparable to their divinities.

To wait for three months while feeling your power slip bit by bit, no god would stand for it, he thought, at least some normal gods would have tried to run out if there was a chance, yet, they did not just leave, the Laws that built their divinity were being wiped out, so running away is a moot option. fighting was already not an option either since their fear of Yunan was too paralysing for most of them.

The so-called creator was doing something and Yunan felt like three months of prep time was enough. He had taken his time releasing the pent up rage left behind by the witch, now was the time to go hunt the gods of this place and its fate.

Normally, Yunan would just start learning the laws, find the fate and assimilate it. Meanwhile, making deals with the residents of the target universe was just to ease up the tension and maybe allow for easier integration with his home universe.

For this Karmic universe, Yunan felt little. The feelings inherited from the Witch were now expended and all that was left now are mere trickles of emotion. He was committing an act of destruction, and that alone was enough to stir something in him.

Although emotions were never part of Yunan's divinity, he had never been one to suppress them, nor one to wear them on his sleeve, he just never felt the need for disposal.

Time ticked by slowly. Tracking down the Fate of the universe became tedious and even Yunan was having a hard time locating it, he knew it was out there, hiding away from him, he also knew someone was doing something that kept it just out of arm's reach.

By the time two years have passed half the universe was gone, two-thirds of the gods have either withered away in hiding or were killed by Yunan who stumbled onto their hiding spots, not even their divine kingdoms were spared.

Amidst the destruction, a few gods along with their divine domain arrived before him. They did not seem to be coming to talk or to fight. Gods usually affix their divine realms somewhere related to their religion of choice.

Any god towing their divine realm behind them was by no means a normal occurrence. After all, divine realms were the root of their godly power, losing a divine realm was not something to recover from.

Sensing the approaching gods, Yunan was mystified, halting his destructive rampage just long enough for the group of gods to come close enough and surround him. If they wanted to fight, whether they surround him or not mattered little to the battle-hardened Yunan, except these ones were not flaring battle intent, nor did they exude anything other than being robots on a mission.

"The creator sends his regards". As soon as the gods got their formation close enough that Yunan started taking a battle stance, they simultaneously shouted the words as one, triggering a chain reaction that resulting in a big explosion. Under the unbelieving gaze of Yunan, the dozen or so gods destroyed their own divinities, resulting in their divine realms self-destructing.

From the initial observation, Yunan and Effort could tell that each divine realm was filled to the brim with the power of faith. The resulting detonation of so much power suddenly was so overwhelming that the two of them could barely register what was going on before they were swept inside the maelstrom of roiling and boiling, unrestrained energy.

Without enough time or the presence of mind to react, Yunan was caught off guard yet again, he would never have thought that gods could as well be used as suicide troops, it was something unthinkable for anyone who worked hard enough to reach the level of creating their own divine realm.

Still, survival was the imminent problem to solve. Even as overpowered Yunan was at the moment, his body could not take too much of this pummeling, he had to do something about it or risk having to lose much of his power or even death.

As long as he had the link with Effort, he would never truly die, it just may take a bit too long to be reborn and he would have to climb all the way back from a mere mortal. He did not fancy that thought much. Death was never something he feared, but back then Death was the end, now it was just too troublesome for Yunan to die.

Thus, as fast as he could think, he pushed out all his power to create a cocoon around him to protect him long enough to reach out to dreamscape and run away. He was not going to stay and see if he could survive, not when he was caught unprepared and is already sustaining untold damage. He was not foolish enough to think he would not be disturbed while healing in Dreamscape, he knew better than to take an attack like this while at war against an entire universe.