The Exentity fixed the Absolute Resonance.
It perceived something inadmissible.
Fear.
A genuine, raw fear, born where it should never have existed.
In an entity of this magnitude, this emotion was already a symptom.
The Exentities and the Absolute Resonance were both echoes of the Metaworld.
But the echo was not identical.
The Exentities, though weaker, though not absolute principles, possessed boundless intelligence.
They understood everything, but also the non-thing, the interstices, the contradictions, the hidden meanings.
They therefore knew how to distinguish what was right, and what was coherent.
The Absolute Resonance, it, was neither stupid nor intelligent.
It was not thought.
It was living principle.
It did not reason.
It was.
It functioned solely by remaining faithful to what it embodied:
the Metaworld in the Metaworld,
the All contained in the All.
The Exentity knew that its words might be useless.
But when collapse approaches, even the useless deserves to exist.
Around them, the other entities remained motionless.
Feeling their own fragility, they could only observe.
The Ineffables themselves now doubted.
They no longer knew if they still had a role to play in this conflict,
or if they were already nothing more than vestiges of an outdated order.
In the protective bubble, Salomeh observed the scene alongside Hinata.
She understood.
And it was precisely for that reason that fear paralyzed her.
The Exentity finally spoke.
— Do you realize what you are about to do?
Its voice was neither accusatory nor pleading.
It was lucid.
— You are no longer seeking to defeat Sakolomeh.
You are seeking to suppress the very condition that allows him to exist as an exception.
A heavy silence fell.
— Your implicit plan is clear:
Withdraw the possible.
Withdraw the impossible.
Withdraw the non-distinction between the two.
— You want to close the All upon itself.
To become an All without variation,
without gap,
without emergence.
It paused.
— In other words…
to freeze the Metaworld in a closed totality.
For you, it is logical.
It is even coherent with what you embody.
But this coherence is an illusion.
— It is a major error.
The Absolute Resonance did not move.
— You will destroy your own principle of stability.
The Metaworld does not exist because it imposes unity.
It exists because it encompasses contradictions.
It does not suppress them.
It contains them.
— By suppressing:
the possible,
the impossible,
and the tension between the two,
You do not correct an anomaly.
— You tear out the very axes that define what a container is.
An All without variation
is no longer an All.
It is a frozen state.
A terminal state.
Without depth.
— You will cease to be a framework.
And you will become a mere state.
The Absolute Resonance observed the Exentity without reacting.
Without attacking.
Without fleeing.
As if, for the first time,
something in it was listening.
Around them, the primordial gods, Mü, Thanatos and the others, remained petrified.
They finally understood.
What was at stake here was no longer a war,
nor even a cosmic conflict.
But the possible end of the Metaworld itself.
The Exentity continued, its voice lower, more grave:
— There is also something you have not taken into account… Sakolomeh.
This time, the Absolute Resonance reacted.
Not by a gesture.
But by immediate understanding.
Sakolomeh is not kept stable by the Metaworld.
He never has been.
He is kept stable by the fact that he still accepts
to emit the possible
and the impossible.
By the fact that he consents to remain readable.
If the Resonance withdraws from him:
thought,
intention,
action,
distinction,
and even consciousness,
then it does not weaken Sakolomeh.
It suppresses the layers that make him localizable,
identifiable,
containable.
And what remains is not Sakolomeh diminished.
It is what lies behind Sakolomeh.
In other words:
The Resonance does not neutralize the anomaly.
It rips off the lid.
For the true nature of Sakolomeh is neither possible, nor impossible, nor non-distinction,
nor concept, nor state. It is prior to the very framework of the Metaworld.
The Metaworld can contain a contradiction.
It can contain an exception.
It can even contain an entity that denies it from within.
But it cannot contain
what does not pertain to containment.
Forcing Sakolomeh into this state,
is to introduce into the Metaworld
something that cannot be inside it.
It is not a defeat.
It is not a liberation.
It is a structural collapse.
Not a battle.
The Absolute Resonance shook its head.
Too many contradictions had accumulated within it.
To be confronted with something it was supposed to contain and transcend…
something that was merely a variant of itself,
something that should not differ…
all this generated an unbearable overload for its nature as the "All without distinction."
It was fear.
The fear provoked by Sakolomeh.
Sakolomeh: a bug of unimaginable power, capable of inducing contradictions even at the heart of perfection.
It could defy the very logic of the Absolute Resonance.
It was dangerous. Terrifying.
Then, slowly, the Resonance stopped shaking its head.
Its calm returned.
Its nature regained.
It fixed the Exentity, without fear, without emotion, only the coldness of pure logic.
A rumble rose from its form, deep and infinite.
Simple rumble, but sufficient…
The entire Metaworld felt its echo.
This rumble shattered the barriers that the Exentity had created to separate the Dream from the Chôrion.
Immediately, the Anarchetypes reappeared, surging violently.
Their mere presence caused catastrophes, destroying everything that dared to contemplate them.
In the worlds of existence, space and time folded and tore.
Living beings, the Transcendents, lost themselves in the horror of their own perception and dissolved.
The last deviant gods disappeared.
The Dream itself began to crumble.
Mü Thanatos closed his eyes.
They were entering a point of no return.
All of humanity, all living and non-living beings, across all realities… disappeared.
The Monitors.
The Ideomorphs.
The Sibylline Concepts.
Nothing remained, except the primordial gods.
Even the Ineffables were erased.
Bakuzan closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
His body faded forever.
Salomeh held Hinata in her arms, their existences vanishing into nothingness.
The Anarchetypes had decimated everything.
The Dream, once the ultimate sanctuary, became the last bastion to disappear.