Sakolomeh-My0x contemplated his hand, then extended it toward the void. A light formed there, a light of the My0x code, but not the Myx that the Absolute Resonance could manipulate. No: it was the complete code, including a fraction of the 0, until now out of reach of anyone… except him.
This indescribable light deployed into the void. As if by enchantment, like a fairy breath, the parts of the Dream that had faded came back to life. The disappeared Anarchetypes resumed their place, the Chôrion regained its original calm.
The Exentities themselves dissipated gently, each reintegrating its natural position in the Metaworld. The light continued to extend, restoring the zones and non-zones of the Dream, reestablishing the fragmented realities, bringing back the living beings that had disappeared: gods, demons, and all the inhabitants of the Father-God's Dream.
In the distance, Amu reappeared on her chair, trembling, murmuring: "What happened…?"
Near the battlefield, Erasa and the other Ineffables emerged. Mü Thanatos and the primordial gods resumed movement; the possible was no longer frozen.
Salomeh appeared with Hinata in her arms, as when they had been erased. Immediately, they opened their eyes, still incredulous at what had just happened.
Bakuzan reappeared as well. His yellow eyes reflected a fragment of Isissis 1's power. Slowly, he fixed reality, like a man emerging from a prolonged nightmare. He looked at his hands, seeking to assure himself they truly belonged to him: "Good God…" he murmured.
Erasa rushed toward Mü Thanatos, leaping with joy and exclaiming: "Awesome! I'm not dead! We're all alive!"
Bakuzan observed Erasa, smiled. Usually cold and distant, she let pure and sincere enthusiasm show through.
Ravena and Neru, grateful to still be alive, kissed joyfully. Everywhere, across all realities, life was reborn and joy spread.
The Monitors resumed their place beyond reality, the sibylline concepts and all the other disappeared absolutes were restored.
The white Exentity, which had not yet regained its position in the Metaworld, contemplated the spectacle. Its body closed in on itself, becoming as it was before its battle against the Resonance. It raised its head toward the already declining sun and murmured: "He… he succeeded!"
Sakolomeh-My0x remained silent for a moment, motionless, his breathing peaceful, as if he were probing the very extent of his principle. Then, slowly, he raised his hand and fixed the light of the My0x code. This light was not a mere gleam: it was the entire structure of existence, pulsing with the memory of every being, every particle of reality, every breath of the Dream and every particle of the Chôrion, inscribing everything in its absolute flow.
He observed the radiation deploying around him, and a thought rose in his mind, fascinating and vertiginous:
"It's… truly immense. Everything that exists in the Metaworld — from gods to demons, from Anarchetypes to Exentities, from the smallest ant to the particles of the Absolute Resonance — everything is here, engraved in My0x. Nothing escapes this code, and yet nothing is frozen: Myx is relative, but everything is connected to this 0… to the Absolute."
Sakolomeh-My0x felt the incredible scope of what he held in his hands, not materially, but conceptually. My0x was not merely an archive or a reorganization engine: it was the very skeleton of relative reality, a network of relations that linked everything to the Non-Principle. Myx was nothing without the 0; every possible, every impossible, every relative existence drew its meaning from this structural dependence.
He thought of the individual manipulation he could exert: in harmony with My0x, he could repair, reorder, neutralize or stabilize anything, but never suppress the Metaworld itself, for the latter is necessary for the relative expression of the Absolute. Every act of reorganization, every erasure or reappearance, remained absolutely coherent, inscribed in a weave that only the emanation of a being like him could understand and respect.
Sakolomeh-My0x smiled, not out of arrogance, but out of pure admiration:
"Everything is relative, and yet nothing escapes the Absolute. The My0x code is at once limited and infinite, memorial and dynamic, permissive and absolute. Even the Absolute Resonance, which believed itself omnipotent, is only a relative fragment in this web. And I… I can only contemplate and act in accord with it. This power… it is not domination. It is the ultimate understanding of everything that exists, and everything that could exist."
The light of My0x pulsed again, filling the void of the Metaworld, revealing the interconnection of the Dream, the Chôrion, Myx, and every fraction of the 0, while Sakolomeh-My0x remained there, calm, contemplative, aware that everything relative finds its place and memory in the code, and that all this code remains relative to the Absolute.
Then, Sakolomeh-My0x lowered his hand. The light of the code disappeared in an empty breath, coming from a special nothingness. The stars began to sparkle again, the galaxies to turn in space.
He cast a last glance at the restored expanse and declared:
"There is only one thing left for me to do…"
As harmony seemed finally restored, while gazes filled with almost unreal relief, the Exentity, it, remained motionless, its eyes fixed on the recomposed sky.
— We really managed to… avoid the worst.
Its gaze, in an indescribable black, did not contemplate joy, but order.
The restored order of the Metaworld.
It perceived it clearly: Sakolomeh-My0x was no longer simply a being, he had become a law internal to the very structure of the Metaworld.
For him, everything there was relative.
Gods, worlds, dreams, hierarchies, causalities — everything had become relative to his existence.
And what is relative can always be corrected, adjusted, repaired.
Then the Exentity understood.
The My0x code…
was finally complete.
A distortion suddenly formed in space.
Not violent.
Not chaotic.
Simply… absolute.
All gazes instinctively turned toward it.
Sakolomeh-My0x had just appeared.
Barely visible when Hinata jumped to her feet.
— Me… Melokosa!!
She ran without thinking and threw herself against him, hugging him with all her strength.
Sakolomeh-My0x gently placed a hand on her head, a simple, almost human gesture.
— I missed you so much… she murmured, her voice trembling.
— You can't imagine how worried I was for you…
He let out a light laugh, calm, soothed.
— You don't have to worry anymore, he replied softly.
— Everything is back to normal now.
Around them, the entities approached little by little.
Primordial gods. Primordial gods. Secondary, tertiary, quaternary gods.
All present. All silent.
Apollon spoke.
— So… it's thanks to you that everything is back in order, isn't it?
Mü Thanatos stepped forward in turn, his gaze lowered.
— I still can't believe you faced that creature… alone.
— All of us together… we couldn't even slow it down.
Before Sakolomeh-My0x could respond, a silhouette surged abruptly.
Salomeh.
She threw herself against him as well, forcing Hinata to step aside slightly.
— I missed you so much… she sobbed, her voice broken.
Sakolomeh-My0x lowered his eyes to her, silent.
Behind, Bakuzan was there.
He gave him a sincere smile.
Sakolomeh-My0x returned the smile.
The Exentity observed the scene.
Exentities did not feel emotions — not in the sense that other beings understood it.
But they felt what others felt.
They perceived affective flows, inner resonances, invisible bonds.
They were the psyches of the Metaworld:
capable of understanding every order, every creature, every structure…
without ever truly experiencing them.
And in that instant, even without emotions,
the Exentity knew one thing with certainty:
The Metaworld had just survived the Absolute.
Surrounded by these surges of emotion, Sakolomeh-My0x nevertheless felt… strange.
Different.
The Exentity perceived it clearly.
Although Sakolomeh-My0x was, in his fundamental source, absolutely indescribable — to the point that any direct attempt at understanding would lead to the loss of reason and the collapse of the observer's very nature — one thing remained certain:
Everything relative to him could not sustain his true nature.
And everything, in the Metaworld, was relative to him.
Understanding Sakolomeh-My0x meant exposing oneself to madness, or pure and simple disappearance.
Not out of hostility.
But out of ontological incompatibility.
The Exentity did not grasp the ultimate bottom of this phenomenon — no being could — but it knew absolute natures.
It was used to them.
Even if it never went that far.
Sakolomeh-My0x was coming closer and closer to what he truly was.
And this closeness made him dangerous… not by will, but by existence.
For those he cared about,
he risked becoming too incomprehensible to be borne.
He gently placed a hand on Salomeh's head.
— Salomeh…
— I adore you all. You can't imagine how much.
— But I must leave.
All gazes widened.
— Leave? exclaimed Bakuzan.
— But… where to?
Sakolomeh-My0x fixed him for an instant, then raised his eyes to the sky.
— I can no longer live in the Father-God's Dream.
— My nature is too other for that.
— The Dream cannot remain long in contradiction with me…
He paused.
— And I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to my true source.
Salomeh's voice, trembling, rose:
— Your… true source?
— He is right.
The voice resonated behind them.
All turned around.
The Exentity stepped forward.
— It is the best choice he can make after what happened.
— Even the Absolute Resonance — though extremely powerful and perfectly coherent with the Metaworld — cannot remain long in the Dream.
Its gaze settled on Sakolomeh-My0x.
— So the one who is fundamentally incompatible with everything…
— must, he too, withdraw from it.
A heavy silence fell.
It was not a farewell.
Not yet.
It was the recognition of a simple and terrible truth:
The Absolute cannot long coexist with what is relative.