Chapter 88
Deltusia, or Uriel, stood like a gatekeeper of two worlds that could never fully reconcile.
Meanwhile, Emhtartako, or Samael, turned every tremor of hope into a field of light that warmed the depths of the space.
They arrived one by one, filling the void with their exalted identities, making their existence resemble the pillars of the cosmos.
The next presence made the pressure within the realm rise until Theo felt his skin tremble under the spiritual intensity surrounding him.
Anh Bu Sisi with the sword of justice.
Anity with the scroll of knowledge.
Warsh as the core of resurrection's light.
The Intercessor with woven prayers stretching toward infinity.
Rearomh, the bearer of the word.
And Ahael, the balancer who held the scales of the universe.
At the boundary of the realms stood Equinox, guarding the thin line between light and darkness so neither would consume the other without permission.
And when the Matriarch revealed herself, the space seemed to gain a new gravitational center.
Her gaze filled every crevice of reality, uniting the presence of the Highest Angels, turning this phenomenon into a symbol of the unification of Divine Authority.
Among them all, Quil Hasa appeared without a form that the eye could capture, enveloping the grand spectacle with an indescribable presence, as if it itself were the unwritten law of nature.
'Not exploding, but devouring.
The Second Paradigm of the Administrators was not destroyed, but folded gently into its stillness.
Every law they forced to collapse was subdued, every vibration of chaos was silenced.'
Zuuuuum!
'This is not a clash of power, this is a quiet conquest.'
The space that had been folded by the authority of the Angels no longer resembled the battlefield where the Administrators had just enforced their Second Paradigm.
The transformation occurring was not merely a correction but a total repositioning, a moment where the foundational structure of reality was forced to bow to a hierarchy older than any cosmic system.
The fractal sky, once filled with shards of aggressive light, was now gently wrapped by a higher layer of existence, making the Administrators' manifestations appear like fragile shadows that had lost their foundation.
The symbolic planets they created within the Second Paradigm shrank in the awareness of the realm, squeezed by the auric pressure radiating from the presence of the thirteen divine authorities, as though every orbit, color, and gravity they boasted of was merely an imitation of a more original law.
The harsh vibrations echoing from the world's servers suddenly subsided, as if swallowed by a silence too perfect to have emerged naturally.
Ahael's absolute balance caused all colliding energy lines to collapse into serene harmony, while the axis of the universe moved by Axs La made the realm stable once again, like someone resetting the cosmic heart so it beat in its primordial rhythm.
The chaos that had deafened the realm was then veiled by Regord's dreamlike mist, creating a collective landscape far calmer, though its unsettling undertone lingered like a night refusing to fade.
Every attempt by the Administrators to reconstruct reality and rewrite the laws of the world through Sa was instantly deflected by the eternal book opened by Anity, reflecting their manipulations back at them without leaving a trace.
Aldraya's Second Paradigm flowed not as an explosion or flash of power, but as a declaration of sovereignty impossible to define with any existing language.
The heavenly stillness that emerged from it felt both majestic and suffocating, like the silence preceding an unavoidable verdict.
The warm hope that usually radiated from Emhtartako shifted into a touch of mercy that marked the possibility of an ending, an affirmation that beyond this point, there would be no room for a second mistake.
Within that silence, the looming threat of final judgment from Anh Bu Sisi hung like an unseen blade, while Deltusia's gate—opening toward two directions of existence—stood in the distance like a boundary line waiting to decide who would fall to which side.
Everything once exalted by the Administrators now appeared fragile under the solemnity that nearly resembled worship.
"...."
The subtly cracked sky reflected the pale glow of the nine Administrators standing in sharp silence.
Though the radiance of their Second Paradigm remained grand, a quiet anxiety crept beneath that light, as if every layer of power they cherished began to loosen around their own breath.
They were no longer towering figures dominating the stage of reality, but shadows cornered in an ancient courtroom where fate was judged by eyes far older than the universe itself.
The Matriarch brought forth an atmosphere that froze courage, while Tapsry immortalized every tremor of their consciousness into a scroll of destiny that knew no mercy.
Amid the tension, Theo Vkytor stood frozen, sensing how the structure of the world itself shifted to place Aldraya at the center of a hierarchy even the Administrators could no longer resist.
The silence that followed felt drowning, swelling beyond the hidden layers of space unseen by mortal eyes.
Theo observed the change with a gaze filled with both terror and awe, for he realized what unfolded was not merely an unmatched display of strength.
It was the establishment of dominion—a proclamation that reality had its true owner, and that Aldraya held the key to the deepest foundation of existence.
The Administrators now appeared small, no longer icons of destruction but entities trapped within the consequences of their own choices.
Every pulse of air, every vibration of energy, even the slow-moving shadows at the edges of the cosmos marked that there was no safe place left for them to hide.
Within the current of light flowing around the cosmic pillars, Theo felt a pressure weighing on his chest until his breath nearly halted.
Aldraya's Second Paradigm unfurled like layered curtains covering the world's axis, absorbing wave after wave of chaos that previously erupted from the Administrators.
Not with violence, but with a divine serenity more terrifying than any explosion of power, Aldraya subdued the system that sought to resist.
The Administrators watched as every law they crafted with intelligence and arrogance folded neatly into a silence they could no longer interpret.
Beyond all that, Theo looked at Aldraya with newfound understanding, as if seeing the face of something that had always stood above every line of possibility he had ever imagined.
'Now it's my turn.This sword does not need to be drawn; breath, will, and the thin line between intent and command are enough.'
Blank!
'Seven percent is more than enough.The sheath stays closed.And the world will feel the strike even without a visible blade.'
Within the flow of light still swirling softly between folded layers of space, Theo stood with a resolve no less silent than Aldraya's authority.
He gazed upon the cosmic stage with an awareness of the irony hidden behind all the grandeur on display.
The world of Flo Viva Mythology, which had just shaken the Administrators' universe, had sprung from a seed of his own idea in Last Prayer, a kind of creative echo now transformed into a reality beyond human comprehension.
The feeling did not give rise to jealousy, but to a realization that he, too, must stand as part of this dance of power, not merely a spectator late to understand his own significance.
As the voice of the realm faded, Theo infused his Resolve into the sinews of his body, summoning the core of courage he had long buried beneath years of quiet wandering.
To be continued…