Alone in this imaginary world, Salomeh took advantage of the calm to tell Hinata everything:
what had happened after she lost consciousness,
how Melokosa had entrusted her to her,
and above all… who he really was.
Hinata listened, eyes wide open, fascinated.
Melokosa… was Salomeh's blood brother.
A direct member of that mythical and terrifying lineage.
She also learned that Bakuzan and Bakuran were, they too, Melokosa's brothers—all united to find him.
This revelation left her speechless.
But little by little, the wonder faded.
Her shoulders slumped.
She lowered her head.
Melokosa… was all she had left.
She had lost Mayohi.
She had lost her home.
And now, she no longer knew where to stand in this chaos.
If she were to lose Melokosa too…
She would truly be alone.
Hinata slowly raised her gaze, her voice trembling.
"I understand that… Melokosa isn't my real brother.
In fact… it might seem strange to you… but I don't want him to leave me.
He… he's all I have left…"
Her voice broke.
She remained still for a moment, then added, almost pleading:
"If… if you have to leave with him… then take me with you.
I don't want him to go without me…
I don't want to be alone…"
Tears slid gently down her cheeks.
Salomeh observed her for a moment, her heart tight.
Then she smiled with unexpected gentleness and placed a tender hand on her head.
"Melokosa has regained his memory, you know.
And I don't think that, if he had forgotten you, he would have entrusted you to me.
Don't you think?"
Hinata widened her eyes, surprised.
As if she had never thought of this obvious fact.
Salomeh continued, with a rare warmth in her voice:
"We will welcome you into our family with pleasure.
We will be proud to have you with us."
Hinata's cheeks turned red immediately.
She looked away, wiping her tears, overwhelmed.
Her heart beat faster.
After all… Melokosa had been for her much more than a "big brother."
He had served as a father figure.
He had protected her, raised her, carried her.
Hinata realized that she saw herself, without ever admitting it, as Melokosa's adopted daughter.
She had no blood tie with him…
But strangely, she felt that a more ancient, deeper bond linked them.
Something that no genealogy could explain.
Outside, in the real world…
All the Abominables had been defeated. Erasa, Bakuzan, Bakuran, and Niyus⁵ stood in the midst of the still-smoking ruins, the air saturated with metallic dust.
Bakuzan nonchalantly wiped the black blood from his forearm:
"We agree that I eliminated more Abominables than you?"
Erasa slowly removed her black mask, revealing a face as calm as it was annoyed:
"Tsk. You're acting proud for what? One more Abominable? And still… that one was mine. You stole it from me."
Bakuzan shrugged, proud as a rooster:
"Not my fault if you're too slow."
Erasa frowned… then sighed, amused.
She gave him a brief smile.
Bakuzan responded with an identical gleam.
Between the apostle of Mü Thanatos and the Black Grief, something unusual had just been born: a friendship as brutal as it was solid.
Bakuran and Niyus⁵ joined them, walking between the broken carcasses.
"We'll have to clean up the other realities," announced Bakuran. "This one is just one battlefield among others."
Bakuzan nodded immediately.
Niyus⁵ cast his gaze on Erasa, perplexed, almost wary:
"And… who is this young lady?"
Bakuzan smiled, nodding toward Erasa:
"Her, she's Erasa.
You probably know her by another name: the Demon of the End."
Bakuran and Niyus⁵ widened their eyes in the same movement.
"What?! It's her? The one everyone's talking about?"
"Are you really the one who assassinates gods?" asked Niyus⁵, incredulous.
Erasa sketched a dry rictus:
"Rumors. Bullshit. Nothing more."
She calmly put her mask back on, resuming her serious tone:
"Alright. We need to clean up the other realities before…"
She interrupted herself abruptly.
The ground vibrated.
No… not the ground.
Not the air.
Not the universe.
Everything.
The entire reality had just trembled, as if something gigantic had struck existence itself.
Bakuran clenched his teeth:
"Another scale?"
Bakuzan shook his head, a shiver in his voice:
"No…
That thing is far more massive than any scale."
And he was right.
Raktabīja Rāvana had just broken the chains of Tartarus.
Or rather… his echo had just been expelled from it.
For even asleep in the inaccessible summits of the Viraya, his true body was too titanic to move; only his living shadow, his cosmic reflection, could traverse the worlds.
And that shadow… had just appeared in reality.
Immediately, everything that had a beginning and a boundary began to collapse.
The limbs of this entity—colossal, deformed, infinite—pierced the layers of the real as if they had never existed.
A single gesture from his echo shattered universes, multiverses, the layers of the Delzluhûd, higher dimensions, and even the most remote worlds.
There was no longer any separation: everything had been perforated at once.
And that was just the foretaste.
Scales, dropped by the millions, scattered into countless realities.
Each one opened a breach, releasing more Abominables; every piece of the beast was an autonomous disaster.
The body-echo of Raktabīja Rāvana quickly became a shadow cast over all possible realities.
A monstrous veil.
An erasure of the very sense of the limit.
Everywhere it was glimpsed—even a fraction, even a contour—mortals and Great Mortals instantly sank into madness.
Their minds tore apart trying to comprehend what they saw.
Only the Monitors still stood, trembling, trying to contain the unbearable cosmic mass pouring into their senses.
Space-time shattered like glass;
dimensions collapsed onto each other;
it was as if the End itself had just been proclaimed.
The ground roared under Erasa's feet.
She raised her head, her mask reflecting the infinite shadow devouring the sky.
"We have to get rid of that one fast!!"
But even she had never faced a disaster of this magnitude.
Erasa and the others were preparing to charge toward the colossal echo of Raktabīja Rāvana… but they were stopped dead.
The sky blackened entirely.
An endless tide of Abominables, by the billions, surged over reality, falling like a living, hungry rain.
Each one devoured a fragment of universe, gnawing at worlds like a cosmic infection.
Bakuzan clenched his teeth:
"Damn… it's the apocalypse!!! "
Erasa deployed her hand, her energy accumulating around her:
"Whether they're billions or hundreds of billions, we have to carve a path! Even a simple piece of that thing must be reached!"
Already, Niyus⁵ was fighting, lost in the midst of an ocean of monsters. The Abominables literally covered the entire planet, a vertical wave touching the sky.
Bakuran, wiping the black blood from his arm, launched:
"They're too many… it's getting tedious in the long run!"
Then, suddenly—
A golden glow sliced through the sky.
A pure, resounding flash struck reality like an imploding sun.
And countless Abominables were instantly annihilated, reduced to conceptual ashes.
A silhouette appeared in front of Bakuran.
Isissis 1.
His voice—made of a hundred superimposed voices—resonated throughout the universe, imposing itself like a truth:
"Get out of the way. This isn't a place to whine."
The entire cosmos vibrated at his words.
Isissis 1 slowly extended his hand… and his spear of light materialized, pure, perfect, inexorable.
He brandished it once.
A single attack.
A single movement.
And all the Abominables of this reality—Queens, Kings, Workers, Soldiers—were simply erased from existence.
Not killed.
Not broken.
Erased, as if they had never been included in the definition of the real.
Silence fell after the storm.
Isissis 1 looked at Bakuzan and Erasa, his aura still flaming around him:
"I don't know if you don't realize what you are… or if you're simply stupid.
Abominables, even infinite, cannot overwhelm Ineffables."
Erasa and Bakuzan exchanged a glance.
He was right.
They knew it.
But their problem wasn't power.
It was the risk.
The attacks of Ineffables… became laws.
A strike too broad, poorly directed, and they would involuntarily impose an Absolute Law of Death, annihilating everything that lives—in innocents, worlds, realities, and perhaps more.
They couldn't afford to unleash their full power.
Isissis 1, he mastered his existence like a divine scalpel.
Even a cosmic-scale attack could be targeted.
He could kill ten billion creatures without touching a single innocent soul.
Erasa murmured, masked:
"…That's why we can't go all out."
Isissis 1 barely nodded, his gaze already turning toward the outsized shadow of Raktabīja Rāvana engulfing the horizons:
"Then let a professional do the cleaning."