Outside the Non-Place, the echoes of the Chôrion continued to be pushed back, tirelessly, by the Primordial Gods.
Each impossible wave broke against their presence, like a thought refused by reality itself.
For now, the balance held.
The Exentity observed the scene without intervening.
She knew full well that this peace was only a reprieve. In a universe where the possible and the impossible coexist under tension, all stability is always provisional.
Lucifer, more than anyone, nurtured an ancient obsession: to represent My0x.
Not to imitate it, but to incarnate it — as the Father God had done in his way, as the entities of the Chôrion existed without narrative, without law, without compromise.
However, the real danger did not come solely from the Anarchétypes.
The echoes of the Chôrion also bore the signature of the Primordial Gods themselves.
And for those who desired to become something other than what they were — for those who wanted to reach absolute anteriority — this resonance was a fatal temptation.
In certain Primordial Gods, this drift could force an irreversible metamorphosis:
they would cease to be stable principles to become anarchic forms, close to the Anarchétypes.
This instability was already beginning to manifest in Lucifer.
The Exentity felt it immediately.
She could have intervened.
Stop everything in an instant.
But she did nothing.
Her attention was entirely absorbed by what was playing out in the Non-Place, between Sakolomeh and Absolute Resonance.
A confrontation of such nature that the slightest second of inattention could produce an irreparable event — a phenomenon whose origin even she could never understand.
And as always, when everything still seemed under control…
misfortune struck.
Lucifer wavered.
Despite the truce evoked by Sakolomeh, he could no longer bear the idea of being different from the Anarchétypes.
He no longer wanted to be a God who contained the impossible.
He wanted to be the impossible.
He ceased projecting the impossible waves out of the Dream.
Then he slowly brought his hand to his head, as if something were cracking there.
At his side, Zar'Khan watched him, disconcerted.
— What's wrong, master?
Lucifer turned his gaze toward him and sketched a calm smile… too calm.
— In the end, he said softly,
— we'll have to resume the plan.
He snapped his fingers.
Once.
And something fundamentally chaotic set itself in motion.
In the Hell, Lilith closed her eyes.
She understood immediately.
One by one, the demons lost their autonomy.
Their will went out, replaced by a single, absolute injunction:
Obey Lucifer.
They burst from Hell like an unleashed horde, sowing chaos across the strata of the Dream.
Primordial demons, lesser demons, imps, demon kings —
no hierarchy remained.
All were under his control.
Facing him, Son of God, haloed in light, stared at him in stupor.
— But… what's happening to you?!
Lucifer looked at him without flinching.
— Shut your mouth, you.
And since the danger was no longer controlled, the Anarchétypes began to ravage the Dream with renewed violence.
Their presences cracked narratives, deformed laws, and forced the strata of the possible to contradict themselves.
The Exentity then had no choice.
She had to act.
Being herself an echo of the Métaworld — different, more restricted, infinitely less total than Absolute Resonance — she nonetheless remained an entity of sufficient rank to resolve certain fundamental conflicts.
With a single gesture, she imposed an absolute lock.
The impossible Chôrion and the possible Dream were sealed, separated, prevented from interfering with each other.
The Anarchétypes disappeared immediately, erased from the field of action.
But the Primordial Gods, they, remained.
Oniyurei slowly turned his face of shadow toward Lucifer.
— You… you won't get away with this.
Son of God wanted to intervene, but Mü Thanatos stopped him with a silent gesture.
She then rose into the air.
And released a Fundamental Order.
The order propagated instantly across all possible and impossible strata of the Dream.
It did not constrain.
It rewrote.
In the Dream, Mü Thanatos was the All.
Every thing was her.
And what was her could not be anything else.
The demons were reconfigured.
Their individuality collapsed.
They were neither destroyed nor banished: they simply became parts of her, fragments without autonomy, without will of their own.
— There, declared Mü Thanatos in a calm voice.
— We already have enough problems as it is. No need to add more.
But the Dream trembled nonetheless.
For elsewhere, outside all structure, the battle between Sakolomeh and Absolute Resonance was reaching a cataclysmic threshold.
The Exentity then approached Lucifer and extended her hand to him.
— It might be wiser to destroy you. You've become a danger to this place.
Lucifer glared at her with rage.
He knew it.
He could do nothing.
The Exentities entirely escaped the distinction of the Dream and the Chôrion.
They were neither possible nor impossible.
They were incompatible with those categories.
For Lucifer, even resisting was impossible.
But when the Exentity tried to strip him of his very condition of being possible…
the Dream trembled again.
Violently.
She stopped immediately.
In all the strata, the creatures shuddered without understanding.
Something exceeded the All's capacity to contain what was happening.
The battle between Sakolomeh and Absolute Resonance was too great.
Even for the Métaworld.
**In the Non-Place**
Where nothing should exist, the battle raged.
Absolute Resonance saw its body crack as Sakolomeh's attacks struck it.
It wasn't that it couldn't protect itself.
It was worse.
It wasn't possible to protect oneself from it.
Sakolomeh was translatable by nothing.
He was the zero.
And everything that came from zero was fundamentally incomprehensible to My0x.
How to stop what cannot be understood?
How to analyze what has no conceptual form?
How to neutralize what possesses no identifiable condition of existence?
There was no way.
No dodge.
No deflection.
No neutralization.
Sakolomeh fixed Resonance.
From the beginning, he had been holding back.
Not out of weakness, but out of lucidity.
He knew that his nature was monstrous.
He knew that nothing, in the Métaworld, could truly resist him — for nothing could understand him.
If he wanted…
he could annihilate anything with a simple projection of shadow.
Absolute Resonance understood that it had no choice left.
If it could neither understand Sakolomeh, nor analyze his nature, nor neutralize his attacks, then only one option remained — the most extreme, the most dangerous:
It had to strip him, not of his strength but of everything that allowed him to emit, remove the possible.
The impossible.
And even the non-distinction between the two.
In the Non-Place, something occurred immediately and Sakolomeh wavered.
It was not pain.
It was not an attack but an absence.
His body lost all intention.
His gaze emptied slowly.
The very desire to fight dissipated, as if it had never existed.
His thoughts ceased to have direction.
Then ceased altogether.
What in him belonged to the possible went out:
movement, will, projection...
What pertained to the impossible was torn away in turn:
active incomprehensibility, operational untranslatability, negation of laws.
Even non-distinction, that fragile balance that allowed him to exist in restraint, was broken.
For an instant…
Sakolomeh ceased to be conscious.
And at that precise instant, something tried to rise up.
In the Dream, entire zones lost their coherence.
Narratives froze.
Meaning began to dissolve, not into chaos, but into logical silence.
Absolute possibilities suddenly ceased to lead somewhere.
They existed... but without destination.
In the Chôrion, the unthinkable occurred.
Absolute Impossibility wavered.
For a fraction of non-time, it became paradoxically accessible.
It wasn't comprehensible but present.
A possible paradox.
Something that should never, under any pretext, be able to be perceived.
Among the Exentities, a shiver occurred.
They were neither affected, nor altered but for the first time,
they were simultaneously possible and impossible.
A transitional state.
Intolerable.
Fundamentally erroneous.
And that's when Absolute Resonance understood that what it was doing did not neutralize Sakolomeh, it was forcing his true nature to emerge.
Absolute Resonance interrupted the operation immediately without transition nor adjustment nor correction.
It restored the possible.
The impossible.
Non-distinction.
The flow returned all at once.
Sakolomeh inhaled violently, as if returning from a place where even being made no sense.
His eyes reopened but something had changed but it wasn't in him
The Dream took time to regain relative stability.
Some zones remained incoherent.
Certain meanings never fully returned.
The Chôrion, for its part, closed in on itself, as if trying to forget what had just happened.
As for the Exentities…
they remained silent.
They now knew one thing with certainty:
If Sakolomeh were to be entirely deprived of what made him partially compatible with existence,
then what would emerge would be neither an entity, nor a force, nor an absolute.
It would be raw Anteriority.
Something even Absolute Resonance could no longer contain.
In the Non-Place, Resonance observed Sakolomeh with a new lucidity.
For the first time…
it had been afraid.
And Sakolomeh, still silent, understood in turn a simple truth:
It wasn't him who was dangerous because he fought.
He was dangerous when one tried to prevent him from being anything other than what he is.