Absolute Resonance fixed Sakolomeh.
It said nothing.
It did nothing.
Its gaze was empty — but not a neutral empty.
It was saturated with incomprehension… and something even graver.
Fear.
A gaze no one would have thought possible.
A gaze almost childlike, like that of a being who suddenly discovers that there exists something outside what it can contain.
Sakolomeh sighed slowly.
So, even it…
Even Absolute Resonance possessed the power, by the authority of the possible and the impossible, to force a thing to reveal its true nature.
It truly had jurisdiction over the entire Métaworld.
No entity, no law, no stratum could resist it.
None.
Except him.
Sakolomeh was the first exception.
He advanced, calmly, and extended his hand toward it.
— Listen… I'm not your enemy. You should know that. I am—
Absolute Resonance didn't even try to listen.
Its appearance began to waver, as if the very reason for its existence were cracking.
It was the Métaworld in the Métaworld.
The all in the all.
Nothing should be able to escape it.
And yet, Sakolomeh existed.
Its mere presence forced a contradiction at the heart of what it was supposed to be.
Then Absolute Resonance made a decision.
It left the Non-Place.
Not because it was fleeing — it could not flee what it contained —
but because it had to act otherwise.
Sakolomeh's eyes widened slightly.
— Where are you going?!
The Transgression
Absolute Resonance appeared in the Dream.
The gods perceived it instantly.
It had never truly left before.
It wasn't it entering the Dream —
it was the Dream that existed in it.
But this time, something was different.
It was not there to observe.
Nor to correct.
It was there to engulf.
A terrible intention deployed:
to absorb the Dream in its totality,
leave nothing subsisting,
preserve neither possible nor impossible.
Only the All.
A closed All.
An All without outside.
In its eyes, the creatures bearing reflections of Sakolomeh — become its masks, its involuntary echoes — were proof that the bug had already spread too far.
Contamination had crossed the critical threshold.
There was nothing left to isolate.
Nothing left to correct.
So only one solution remained.
Devour without distinction.
Erase all differentiation.
Bring everything back to a state where even error could no longer appear.
A world where Sakolomeh could never emerge again…
because there would be nothing left for it to emerge from.
The Exentity understood it before the act even began.
It wasn't a vision.
Nor a prediction.
Nor a mystical intuition.
It was a structural dissonance.
Something, in the very fabric of the Métaworld, ceased to breathe correctly.
The All no longer sought to contain.
It sought to close itself.
And that difference was fatal.
The Exentity slowly raised its head.
Its gaze — which was neither made of thought nor perception — fixed on a precise point in the Dream.
— No… it murmured without language.
— You cannot do this.
The gods, they, understood nothing.
They felt a pressure, yes.
A cosmic unease, an unusual heaviness.
But for them, it was just another cataclysm among others.
Mü Thanatos frowned slightly.
— Something's wrong… but I don't see what.
The Exentity, it, knew.
If Resonance went through with what it was preparing,
the Métaworld would not survive as a structure.
Without another word, the Exentity set itself in motion.
It was not a displacement.
It was not teleportation.
It was a suppression of distance.
It rushed toward Absolute Resonance.
But Resonance saw it coming.
And what it perceived in the Exentity froze it.
Waves of Sakolomeh, not an imitation nor a corruption, nor a voluntary influence but a passive, inevitable resonance:
the Exentity had observed Sakolomeh too long, too deeply.
For Absolute Resonance, there was no longer any doubt.
The Exentity was becoming a potential vector of the anomaly.
So it attacked.
Without warning.
Without anger.
Without hate.
A purely functional attack.
The space of the Dream crushed in on itself.
The strata vibrated like a body struck to the heart.
The Exentity was hit full force by a total authority.
It was hurled through several layers of the Dream, its existence fragmenting without ever breaking.
The gods screamed.
— EXENTITY!
Mü Thanatos reacted immediately.
— Enough!
She raised her hand.
A fundamental order formed… then went out.
Nothing.
Not dissipated.
Not blocked.
Nonexistent.
The gods understood too late.
The presence of resonance canceled the very possibility of magic through incompatibility.
Laws, spells, authorities, divine narratives:
all that still pertained to the possible or the impossible.
And here…
neither worked.
— We can't use our powers! cried Munhwan.
— Then we go at it another way, growled Mü Thanatos.
They charged.
The hand-to-hand combat was… pathetic through total inadequacy.
Every blow struck by the gods passed through Resonance
as if it were already everywhere.
Every counter from Resonance, however,
was a brutal rewriting of their state of existence.
Son of God was crushed against the ground, his divine body cracked.
Oniyurei was hurled through an entire cosmology of the Fourth Zone.
Munhwan tried to resist… before his limbs simply ceased to make sense.
Mü Thanatos tried to maintain a stable stance.
She took a frontal blow.
For the first time since its existence,
she recoiled.
— …It's useless… she murmured.
Absolute Resonance stood at the center of the chaos.
Immobile.
Silent.
It did not fight out of rage.
It executed a correction.
The Exentity reappeared, its state unstable but intact.
It understood now.
Resonance was not just making a mistake.
It was terrified.
And in its fear, it became more dangerous than Sakolomeh himself.
— Stop, said the Exentity in a voice that passed through no language.
— You are causing exactly what you want to prevent.
Resonance fixed it.
Its gaze was empty.
But deep down…
it trembled.