Sakolomeh did not blink.
In front of him, the creature remained immobile, and in that immobility floated a strange expectation — not a tension, but a suspension. Sakolomeh sought neither to provoke nor to attack. He waited. A shudder. A whisper. A sign, however faint, that would betray what it truly was.
The creature, for its part, stared at him as one observes an anomaly in a perfect system.
Something that should not be there.
For what it incarnated had no name.
It acted, it unified, it absorbed — but it never designated itself.
To name is to separate.
To name is to look at oneself.
To name is to accept a limit.
And here, every limit was an error.
Even the word Métaworld was only a pretense. An awkward attempt, born among the Exentities, to designate the undesignable. A word forged within the possible to brush against something that already exceeded it.
But names themselves were contained. Swallowed. Exceeded.
Nothing, not even naming, could truly reach it.
Then Sakolomeh extended his hand.
And the dream split open.
It was not an explosion, nor a collapse.
It was a sharp cut, as if the entirety of the dream structures had just been sliced by a pure absence. Absolute Resonance lost its grip — not because it was attacked, but because something suddenly ceased to be concerned by it.
The divinities regained their distinction.
Where there had been only a uniform All, forms returned. Wills. Identities. One by one, the divinities recovered their autonomy and manifested again, their avatars crushing reality by their mere presence. Gravity grew heavier, the air denser, as if the world itself struggled to bear so much condensed existence.
The sky darkened.
Not with clouds, but with gods.
An innumerable multitude of divine silhouettes rose, occulting the light, filling the firmament with a suffocating majesty.
Morlük had returned too.
Salomeh knew it before even seeing him. Something had reanchored in her. The bond was intact. She could once again be his apostle.
In the heights, the primordial gods stared at the creature. They did not understand it, none of them could, but their wills were already aligning, ready to confront it if necessary.
The creature observed them.
Without fear.
Without agitation.
It had no reason to dread these presences. Whatever their acts, whatever their powers, they remained internal. Contained. Recoverable.
And everything they might invoke would, sooner or later, be neutralized by the very structure that made them possible.
Hinata, eyes raised to the sky, was breathless.
Each divinity added an invisible weight to reality, and her breathing grew heavy, crushed by the accumulation of so many superior existences.
Salomeh noticed it immediately.
She rushed toward her and, with an instinctive gesture, deployed a shield around Hinata — frail attempt, perhaps, but necessary.
For the first time in a long while, she was still protecting something distinct.
But the worst arrived.
Without warning, reality trembled.
Not a simple earthquake — something older than the earth itself had just moved.
Space wrinkled like skin stretched too tight.
The foundations of the world groaned.
All the entities present then felt an impossible pressure, a constraint that came neither from above nor below, but from everywhere at once.
It was not a force.
It was a demand.
The Exentity paled.
— Shit… she breathed. It had to happen eventually.
Sakolomeh raised his eyes.
Absolute Resonance did too.
And with them, gods, monsters, avatars, ineffables — all looked, and immediately regretted having eyes.
The sky was no longer a sky.
It had split open.
Through the tear, the Chôrion let its echoes pass.
Not entities in the sense where one can still use that word.
Not forms.
Not beings.
Presences without contours, that knew neither the notion of limit, nor that of appearance — and yet manifested.
Some merged with entire universes, their indescribable masses flowing from one reality to another.
Others opened eyes — immense, impossible — vaster than galaxies, but looking at nothing… or perhaps looking at everything at once.
Their silhouettes resembled neither what exists,
nor what does not exist.
They defied even the idea of contradiction.
The secondary gods were the first to yield.
Their minds tried to understand — and that attempt alone was a fatal error.
Some froze.
Others diluted into incomprehension.
A few ceased to be gods, becoming mere fragments of stupor, frozen forever in what they had glimpsed.
The tertiary and quaternary gods retreated, unable to sustain that vision.
Their presence weighed on reality like a useless overload, worsening the tear still further.
Even the primordials wavered.
Their ancient existences trembled, not under an attack, but under the weight of what should never be perceived.
Some screamed.
Others sank into definitive silence.
Zeus lowered his head.
He did not pray.
He did not fight.
He simply closed his eyes, like a being aware that there exist truths that devour those who look at them.
Action was needed. Immediately.
The Exentity extended her hand —
but her gesture halted abruptly.
Her autonomy dissolved, absorbed, flattened, uniformized by Absolute Resonance.
For it,
chaos,
destruction,
madness,
were still distinctions.
And every distinction had to be corrected.
Absolute Resonance suddenly detached from the Exentity, now frozen, emptied of all autonomy.
It rose into the sky as if gravity had never been a constraint, and then something opened in it.
On its torso, where no anatomy should have existed, a circular void lit up. It was not a wound.
It was a function.
The circle turned slowly, and with it, reality began to quiver.
The air densified.
Distances shortened.
Even thoughts seemed to lose their relief.
It was about to act.
Sakolomeh immediately projected himself in pursuit, crossing the layers of the sky as if they were only poorly stretched curtains.
The will of Absolute Resonance was simple.
Terrifying in its simplicity.
Leave nothing.
Not a singularity.
Not an exception.
Not even an impossibility.
Everything that existed and everything that claimed not to exist had to be reclaimed, dissolved into the unique continuity it incarnated.
Nothing was foreign to it.
Nothing resisted it by nature.
Even Mü Thanatos, principle of the "All" in the Dream, even that ultimate abstraction, was in its eyes only a local fragment, a regional rule.
It had no domain because it was simply the domain.
The circle on its torso accelerated.
It did not release mana.
It released an existential pressure.
Then all the layers quivered.
The M, X, Y codes began to dangerously resemble each other.
Laws lost their accent.
Contradictions fell silent.
Everywhere, entities felt the same thing even without understanding it:
A forced invitation to be simpler.
More stable.
Less themselves.
It was not an attack.
It was an existential attraction.
Everything that exceeded, everything that diverged, was gently compressed.
Not destroyed.
Rectified.
Brought back to what it should have been if the error had never occurred.
For Absolute Resonance, there was only one possible destiny.
All others were already being denied.
One world.
One logic.
One continuity.
When it finally came to a halt, ready to correct what dared still emerge from the Chôrion, a hand closed on its arm.
The movement was incongruous.
An anomaly.
Sakolomeh.
Absolute Resonance slowly turned its head toward him.
— You will come with me.
The sentence was not a threat.
It was a declaration.
Sakolomeh briefly averted his gaze to the earth, to the gods, the ineffables, the survivors trembling under the weight of the sky.
— Your turn to play.