As Isissis 1 raised his eyes to the skies, the firmament itself tore like a veil too frail to contain what was coming.
A blinding light burst from the rifts in the cosmos.
They arrived.
Thirty primordial gods, each draped in a splendor that deformed the air around them, appeared above the world.
Their mere presence made the layers of the real vibrate.
Halos of divine light encircled their bodies, and their simple appearance provoked a surge of Abominables, as if the world-creature in Tartarus was reacting to their arrival.
In an instant, billions of Abominables invaded the horizon again, falling in rains of black flesh, devouring entire sections of universes.
But Isissis 1 understood—just like Bakuran, Niyus⁵, Bakuzan, and Erasa:
As long as Raktabīja Rāvana existed, their number would be infinite.
Every second, billions of echoes were born from his titanic mass.
Eradicating these tides was pointless.
Isissis 1 then raised a hand toward the sky, his gaze incandescent:
"Allow me to do the cleaning."
His voice, which seemed to resonate through a thousand mouths, vibrated in all layers of the real.
The primordial gods smiled.
They knew the brutal efficiency of Isissis 1: he alone could erase an infinity of Abominables in all realities at once.
But against Raktabīja Rāvana himself, even he could do nothing.
That was why the primordials had come.
Isissis 1 extended his palm, which became like a gravitational center of laws.
"Primordial Domain… Retissant."
The world froze.
A cosmic limit deployed beyond causality, a translucent membrane that traversed parallel realities.
It was not a barrier: it was an incarnate intention, a net woven from a divine law.
Mortals panicked upon seeing the sphere expand—fearing being trapped.
But the bubble passed through them as if they had no consistency for it, ignoring them completely.
The Abominables, they, were captured instantly.
The bubble shrank even as it gathered the creatures, like a net gathering fish in the cosmic ocean.
Each contraction tore billions of monsters from all simultaneous realities.
The mass compressed, contracted, folded around them.
In a few instants, the sphere was nothing more than a small luminous ball, resting in Isissis 1's hand, barely the size of a baseball.
Inside, trillions of miniaturized Abominables writhed like microbes, crushed by the law of the Domain.
Isissis 1 slowly closed his fingers around the sphere.
"One problem solved."
Bakuran, swollen with pride after Isissis 1's feat, let out a brief laugh:
"Damn… it's still better to have you on our side than against us, like last time…"
Isissis 1 slowly turned his head toward him. The small sphere in his hand—containing billions of Abominables reduced to microscopic particles—dissipated into light dust.
He sketched an almost mocking smile:
"You should stop whining, human. It's truly pathetic."
The god's voice still resonated in the air when, in the sky, Apollon teleported beside Erasa and Bakuzan. The other primordial gods watched from the luminous heights.
Apollon:
"You two… are you ready for what's coming?"
Bakuzan frowned. He already sensed what the primordials envisioned.
For Raktabīja Rāvana, in his uncontrollable immensity, could not be destroyed directly.
Reducing him, weakening him, sectioning him into segments, yes…
But each fragment would engender a new catastrophic avatar pouring out other Abominables.
It was a living paradox.
Erasa and Bakuzan exchanged a grave glance.
They knew what that implied:
as soon as the primordial gods divided this cosmic titan, they would be on the front lines to face the incarnations that would be born.
For the primordials, despite their absolute power, could not risk too brutal a destruction.
Raktabīja Rāvana had perhaps already intertwined with an incalculable number of realities.
A strike too strong could cause the total collapse of existence.
They had to proceed in stages.
Apollon, eyes raised toward the celestial tear, murmured:
"What follows won't be pretty to see."
The sky suddenly filled with Abominables… but this time, something else was changing.
Luminous portals opened in all directions.
Secondary, tertiary, and quaternary gods appeared, their weapons flaming with mythological power.
These divinities, though less titanic than the Primordials, were perfectly capable of bringing down entire battalions of Abominables.
They too had come to lend a hand.
In the skies, Abominables fell by the thousands, pierced by divine spears, struck by cosmic halos, reduced to ashes by burning breaths.
Some were so immense that they crashed to the ground like buildings.
But the Earth was not defenseless.
On the ground, the Deviants, the great mythical beings, the Monitors, and even certain demonic entities united.
For the first time since the birth of reality,
all cosmic forces—divine, infernal, mythical, and unexplained—fought together.
Even millennial enemies made common front.
For there was only one adversary today:
Raktabīja Rāvana, the colossal horror whose echo had broken the borders of the possible.
And every second, his presence made everything tremble.
As the situation seemed, for a brief instant, under control, an outsized howl tore through the very fabric of the real.
The cry of Raktabīja Rāvana—so colossal that it resonated in all strata of the Possible and Impossible of the inferior structures—made worlds vibrate down to their foundations.
This roar was not a sound: it was an annihilation wave, a destructive principle that exploded the skulls of quaternary, tertiary, and even several secondary entities.
Isissis 1 himself staggered, unable to bear this primordial resonance.
In a timeless fraction, the primordial gods united their powers and extended a metareal shield, canceling the cry across all superimposed realities. That was the only reason survivors still remained.
While Ñout tried to understand the origin of this sudden chaos, even the Abominables had changed behavior:
all, simultaneously, turned away… to charge a new arrival.
A presence had just appeared in the cosmic void. A presence whose mere existence seemed to provoke panic in Raktabīja Rāvana.
It was Satan.
Hair of a spectral white, scarlet eyes like two breaches to a forgotten hell.
She pulverized Abominables in space like plastic toys, reducing them to conceptual particles with assumed pleasure.
The primordial gods did not understand why Raktabīja Rāvana howled with hatred at the mere sight of Satan. But Bakuzan, he, knew.
He remembered very well: Satan herself had confided to him being at the origin of what Raktabīja Rāvana had become.
She had stabbed him in the back, literally and metaphysically.
In the lacerated space, exploding Abominables with the tip of her fingers, Satan almost jubilated at seeing him go mad:
"So, not happy to see me again?" she launched, with a carnivorous smile.
The howl of Raktabīja Rāvana doubled in power.
This time, it destroyed entire universes, crushed realities, erased dimensions.
Only those protected by the primordials survived still.
Satan, she, seemed unaffected: her aura neutralized everything.
Then, in a black rage that made the entirety of the Multiverse tremble, the unthinkable happened.
Raktabīja Rāvana… moved.
His gigantic body—out-of-bounds, visible in all universes simultaneously—began to stir.
Each movement pulverized worlds like glass, erased entire gods, even under primordial protection.
It tore dimensions like a child tears paper.
"We must act immediately!" cried Apollon, his voice traversing all layers of existence.
But Satan, facing the colossus crushing the real under its rage, simply raised her chin and said, with divine insolence:
"Come on, come fight, my sweet."
Her carnivorous smile widened further.
The impossible battle was about to begin.