The ground vibrated beneath Salomi's steps as she advanced in the liquid sky of the world of limbo. Sai's massive eye continued to fixate on her, but she did not tremble. She felt the entirety of Madhurya flowing within her, Morlük's presence resonating through every fiber of her being. Her Son Goku no Buki gleamed with a purple light, a beam of pure energy born from fragments of Morlük.
Suddenly, a multitude of creatures surged from everywhere. They resembled nothing known: some had multiple heads twisting into impossible shapes, others were only eyes or living equations floating in the void. Every step Salomi took seemed to provoke the emergence of new horrors. The ground beneath her feet, made of coagulated blood, began to crack, releasing unstable streams of limbo energy that animated the monsters.
These creatures seemed to obey a principle unique to the world of limbo: whenever one fell, all the others automatically gained power. Their logic was simple, yet terribly effective. A metaphysical war of attrition that would have crushed any ordinary being. But Salomi was not ordinary. She was Morlük's apostle, bearer of the entirety of Madhurya, and her body and mind were imbued with the combined forces of Isissis and Shylty.
Salomi smiled, feeling the flow of power coursing through her. "Let's see what you really have..." she whispered. Her eyes shone with a supernatural gleam as she raised Son Goku no Buki. The bat materialized into pure violet energy, throbbing with Morlük's power.
The creatures charged, a swirling mass defying comprehension, but Salomi did not simply strike them. Each bat swing was combined with a Madhurya attack, a fusion of destruction and meta-conceptual rewriting. With a circular motion, she struck the air and unleashed a wave of narrative disintegration that instantly erased several creatures in one breath. Those remaining automatically strengthened, but Salomi laughed softly. She understood limbo's principle: the more they concentrated, the more vulnerable they became to meta-conceptual analysis.
She raised her hand and used a combined Morlük technique, mixing Primordial Domain and Madhurya Deconstruction. Instantly, the sky trembled and the ground cracked, while the creatures distorted, each absorbed within an invisible web of principles and flows. Salomi smiled seeing the transformation: each defeated being became a principle, an abstract element of reality that she could shape and redefine at will.
But the creatures would not disappear so easily. They fused, their fractal essence and combined paradoxes creating a massive, titanic creature. Millions of individuals amalgamated into a single monster, an abominable blend of impossible forms and limbo powers, each amplifying the other's strength. The sky darkened around them, the rainbow diluted in black oil twisting into chaotic patterns, and even Sai's eye seemed to tremble at their concentrated power.
Salomi did not waver. She felt the flow of Morlük within her, the harmony of Madhurya vibrating in her veins. With a gesture, she triggered a combined attack of her fragments: Isissis and Shylty within her manifested simultaneously in silhouette. The pure destruction of Isissis fused with Shylty's balance and reconstruction, and the titanic mass collided with a force greater than the sum of all its parts. Each blow did not merely destroy flesh or form but redefined the very structure of their existence, transforming their meta-concepts into simple narrative elements.
The creature howled, a sound not made of physical vibrations but of pure conceptual dissonance. Its tentacles made of equations and eyes tried to touch Salomi, but she dodged with supernatural grace while manipulating their essence. Every contact of Son Goku no Buki rewrote their fundamental principles: what was matter became idea, what was energy became mere narrative flow. And with every new attempt from the mass, Salomi used Primordial Domain, absorbing their flows and reintegrating them into Madhurya as if redistributing them by her own will.
The fused creature made a last assault, concentrating energy from millions to form a cataclysmic strike. But Salomi laughed and raised a hand. Madhurya Deconstruction fully manifested: the entire creature, in its titanic complexity, began to disintegrate—not into flesh or energy fragments, but into abstract fundamental principles, elements she could name and control. The chaos flows turned into laws she imposed: arms became gravity, eyes became light, tentacles became mere ideas of motion.
In an instant, what had been a fusion of millions of creatures was nothing but a network of principles, suspended in the limbo world's sky. Salomi smiled, seeing Madhurya's power operating through her. She could redefine, annihilate, or use them at will. Even if a creature from the mass tried to revolt, its principle status forbade any autonomy. Each element was now an extension of Salomi's will, part of her control over the world.
She gestured and transformed the remaining principles into barriers and projectiles aimed at the creatures still present. The limbo powers' flows shattered before her mastery, and the few survivors were reduced to useless ideas, unable to take shape or resist. Each victory was not only physical; she rewrote the very logic of existence in this sector of the limbo world.
Salomi placed her foot down, looked at Sai's eye, and murmured: "You are weak against what I carry... and this is only the beginning." Madhurya's flows pulsed around her, and Son Goku no Buki floated beside her, shining with a purple light that seemed to absorb space itself. She knew the creatures could still fuse and grow stronger, but each of them would fall just the same, for Madhurya's strength is not measured in numbers or raw power, but in absolute control over principles, identities, and reality.
The limbo wind, saturated with titanic energy, swirled around her. She could feel the presence of Morlük's fragments — Isissis in her will to dominate, Shylty in balance and protection — working together harmoniously to rewrite, deconstruct, and reshape the limbo world in her image. Everything these creatures had tried to create, their fusion, their principle of mutual strengthening, was now under her narrative sovereignty.
Salomi fixed Sai's massive eye, her dilated pupils reflecting unwavering determination.
"Looks like I've finished with all the creatures in your world… now, it's just you and me!" she declared, her voice clear and vibrating with confidence.
She dashed toward the demonic orb, ready to attack, but the ground trembled violently beneath her feet.
"What's happening again?!" she exclaimed, frowning.
To her astonishment, the earth itself seemed to come alive. The ground swelled and rippled, becoming almost organic, covered with chasms and fissures from which titanic hands emerged. Each slammed toward Salomi as if the entire world wished to crush her.
Without losing a moment, she dodged and brandished her Goku no Buki. With a precise strike, she hit the nearest hand: it exploded into a dense cloud of massive information particles, instantly obeying her will.
Salomi stretched out her hand, and the particles from the hand merged with those of creatures she had already defeated. A sphere of pure energy formed, floating in the air, pulsating and luminous. She smiled: thanks to her Goku no Buki, she could deconstruct any entity — conceptual, meta-conceptual or otherwise — into information particles she could reshape at will.
These were not simple fragments: each particle contained the fundamental code of existence, like fundamental strands, the invisible structures that uphold causality and define the very essence of creatures and existence itself. Here, even great mythical beings were no longer safe. Even attributes of gods or demon kings could be analyzed, decomposed, and reassembled according to her will.
Salomi lifted the particles slightly into the air, making them float around her. Each fragment was now under her direct control, suspended in a space where only she decided their structure and function. The creatures became living weapons, manipulable and redefinable from their own codes. A monstrous head could become a shield, a tentacle reinvent itself as a sharp blade, each fragment an element of attack or defense as she pleased.
But she did not stop there. She felt that this power, although vast, could be amplified.
"This is not enough... I need more!" she murmured, her gaze determined.
Then, with a fluid gesture, she gathered all particles within reach, merging the codes of defeated creatures with those of the titanic hand from the ground. The mixture formed a massive orbit of pure energy, pulsating with potential, each particle vibrating according to her thoughts. The limbo world, this supposedly uncontrollable field, had just become her canvas.
The creature risen from the ground, horribly massive, roared and lunged at Salomi. But this time, she did not raise her Goku no Buki to counter. Her eyes shone with an almost cruel gleam, and a smirk split her face.
With a confident gesture, she extended her other hand toward the creature, and a dazzling light burst instantly around her. Her voice, low and firm, resonated in the air like a truth engraved into the universe:
"Orthinesis, the negation of all identification... You have never been but a mass of information, and I am the mistress of these foundations."
She continued with words charged with power:
"Zeerât, cause of causes... You exist only because I am the source that enabled yours!"
"Arenhål, that which makes all absolutes cancellable, erases all truth and permanence... Your power is now nothing but information!"
The creature, sensing the threat, tried to retaliate, materializing armies of massive monsters with formless faces and monstrous tentacles, arising everywhere. But the moment they took form, their autonomy vanished like a mirage: they never had independent existence. The creatures exploded into a cloud of information particles that dispersed into the air like pure code rain.
In an instant, the entire world of limbo — this living and shifting chaos — was reduced to a concentration of malleable information, each fragment obeying Salomi's will. The particles awaited only her, suspended in the air, ready to be redefined, reshaped, and assigned roles according to her desire. The monstrous tumult and the nightmarish structures of the ground now lived solely by her decision.
Salomi took a deep breath, and the light in her hand gently dissipated. The calm was almost supernatural. She grasped her Goku no Buki, her eyes settling on what remained the only tangible threat in this world of particles: Sai's immense eye, suspended and motionless in this informational void.
She tilted her head slightly, a cold smile stretching her lips:
"You still think you can resist me?" she said, her voice resonating like law. "I am the apostle of the Lord of Madhurya. Through him, I am the queen of narrative foundations, the guardian of identities, roles, and stories."
She stepped forward, her aura vibrating with an invisible but omnipresent power.
"You'd better surrender... or would you rather find out what it feels like to be reduced to mere particles of information, obeying my will?"
Sai's eye seemed to contract, oscillating as if perceiving its own fragility for the first time. But Salomi showed no hesitation. Every particle, every principle of the limbo world, everything was now her tool, ready to become weapon, shield, or extension of her mind.