The titanic movements of Raktabīja Rāvana were already shaking the foundations of the Multiverse when Satan, without even changing expression, lazily raised her hand.
At that instant, his cry resonated again—not of rage, but of cosmic pain.
His left arm had just been severed.
Torn clean off… and it fell through the worlds like a dying titan.
But that arm was not a simple limb:
Upon touching the void, it exploded into an incalculable number of Abominables, each more monstrous and more powerful than those that had appeared until then.
An infinite surge of living misfortunes.
"Enough," declared Apollon.
He cast a glance toward the other primordial gods.
All nodded simultaneously.
Then, they raised their arms toward the sky—or what played the role of sky between all superimposed realities—and the effect was immediate:
Raktabīja Rāvana disappeared.
Subtracted. Suppressed.
Expelled from the fabric of the Multiverse.
The silence that followed was so abrupt that it became incomprehensible.
Even Satan, accustomed to the impossible, blinked, surprised.
Apollon turned toward Bakuzan and Erasa:
"Prepare yourselves for what comes now."
Then he and the primordials evaporated, leaving reality like crossing a border they had drawn themselves.
They reappeared together in an indescribable nothingness, a formless space, without temporality, without direction.
There, motionless but growling with silent rage, stood Raktabīja Rāvana, amputated from the arm Satan had taken from him.
The primordial gods positioned themselves around him and adopted a posture similar to a prayer.
The nothingness then began to vibrate.
In one second, a colossal statue appeared:
a golden being, endowed with an infinite number of arms, eyes covered with a blindfold, radiating a pure light that repelled the darkness of the nothingness itself.
Raktabīja Rāvana tried to attack immediately.
But the statue was faster… infinitely faster.
Each movement of its arms, each gesture, each strike dismembered Raktabīja Rāvana again and again, reducing him to thousands of fragments.
The void cracked, tore, and the pieces of the colossus were projected through the realities.
Each of these fragments transformed into giant centipedes, some the size of a universe, others even more colossal, become living catastrophes destined to spread his reign of destruction.
Bakuzan and Erasa, witnesses to the scene, felt their hearts tighten.
They understood that the moment had come for them.
It was now up to them to intervene.
The colossal centipedes spread through the realities like a divine infection.
Their mere displacement fractured worlds, and each of their segments let fall a deluge of Abominables, even more monstrous and more perfected than the previous ones.
One of them, in particular, deployed a body so outsized that it occupied simultaneously an incalculable number of realities, its rings crushing entire cosmos like brushing mere fragile bubbles.
Erasa took a step back, her voice trembling with lucidity:
"Attacking them physically will do nothing…
They are no longer made to be destroyed by a material shock."
Bakuzan confirmed with a nod.
Time was lacking them: the Abominables that these centipedes now engendered included among them entities equivalent to tertiary gods.
Quaternary entities, and even certain superiors, were literally overwhelmed, devoured without even realizing what killed them.
Satan, for her part, seemed strangely at ease.
In a universe billions of light-years wide, she seized a centipede like uprooting a root, while crushing its myriads of Abominables like mere sparks.
But even this macabre ease would not suffice for long: the situation worsened every second.
Erasa turned toward Isissis 1, her voice firm:
"I will need you to finish everything in one strike."
Isissis 1 narrowed his eyes, wary, but attentive.
At the same moment, a silhouette surged, shimmering with foreign light: Shylty 1 had just appeared at his side.
"What are you waiting for?" she exclaimed.
"Don't you see that these Abominables are becoming more and more catastrophic?"
Under her mask, Erasa sketched an invisible smile.
Isissis 1 and Shylty 1… two fragments of Morlük, and therefore two beings sharing 99% of the same skills, the same arsenal, the same divine nature.
"We will settle the problem," replied Erasa calmly.
"But first I need you two to extend a shield… a shield that eliminates the very identity of these creatures."
The two fragments froze, disconcerted.
Shylty was the first to speak:
"We can do it, yes… and annihilate all the Abominables.
"But what about the centipedes?
"They will not be affected."
Erasa straightened her head, her voice becoming as cold as a divine order:
"They will no longer need to be.
"For I will personally take care of them."
Isissis 1 and Shylty 1 raised their hands simultaneously.
Despite the pressure, they did not doubt Erasa:
she was the Apostle of Mü Thanatos, the one who walked under a divinity too vast to be understood, a goddess higher than the Primordials themselves.
At this stage, trusting her was not an option: it was a cosmic reflex.
The two fragments intoned with one voice:
"Domain Capture! —"
A sphere deployed immediately.
First slow, then fulminating, it extended beyond space, beyond time, beyond causality, surpassing even the 3rd zone for the Second Zone, to reach a meta-conceptual territory where no escape existed.
Every Abominable touched by this sphere was annihilated instantly.
Not physically destroyed—no.
Refused.
The very identity of what they were became incompatible with reality.
Their right to exist was revoked, torn away, absolutely denied.
A total refusal law, a fundamental negation.
Even the Centipedes, immunized to identity dissolution, abruptly ceased producing Abominables.
Every attempt at creation was crushed by the omnipresent sphere of Shylty 1 and Isissis 1, before the very idea of "existing" could form.
This realization made the monsters react.
Seeing their role hindered, the Centipedes immediately turned toward the source of the blockage.
They attacked.
Segments as long as multiverse chains fell upon the spheres.
The shock shaped dimensional storms; entire realities were folded like wet fabric.
Under the impact, Shylty 1 let out a gasp of pain.
"Your turn, Erasa!!!" she shouted, gritting her teeth.
Isissis 1, he, could no longer smile: he clenched his teeth, holding on by sheer will.
Erasa nodded slowly.
Then she closed her eyes.
In the darkness of her mind, she saw a sphere between her hands.
The Dream of the Father-God.
A source of absolute omniscience.
Through it, Erasa saw everything.
Everything that existed.
Everything that could exist.
Everything that should never have existed.
She saw the creatures of all Zones, from the First to the Fourth.
She saw the Primordial Gods fighting in the indescribable Nothingness, facing a colossal fraction of Raktabīja Rāvana, struggling alongside the golden statue with a thousand arms that dismembered cosmos with a gesture.
And she saw the tragic truth:
Even thus, Raktabīja Rāvana was still too immense.
Immense enough to create, without ever exhausting itself, myriads of versions of itself:
centipedes, abominations, echoes of echoes of horrors.
Even reduced, even scattered, even dismembered:
the Unthinkable continued to impregnate Chaos.
Thus, it was necessary to strike the true source.
The Viraya.
Where the real body of Raktabīja Rāvana slept.
A body infinitely more massive than everything that had ever been fought in the inferior realities.
His breath alone created worlds.
His lethargy deformed concepts.
His existence annulled the sense of size, volume, distance.
And there, in that furnace, lay the root of all the centipedes.
Erasa reopened her eyes.
Her voice became a law.
"I will go to the source. And I will overturn the root of the world."
She then raised her hand, fingers charged with a colorless, formless, timeless light.
"By the will of Mü Thanatos…
"I extend the Absolute Nullification Law…
"Upon Raktabīja Rāvana…
"And upon every representation of him, even at the level of an infinitesimal reality."
The spheres of Shylty 1 and Isissis 1 lit up.
The Centipedes roared.
The realities trembled.
The hunt for the Source… had just begun.