A battle that cannot happen but happens anyway.
After taking the Outer Author as a realm inside his Omnirealm Furnace, Mack sat upon his Throne of Absolute Dominion.
Every breath he took reshaped creation.
Every blink generated new laws.
Every heartbeat erased old cosmologies and replaced them with better ones.
His transcendents expanded outward, converting infinite possibilities into territories of Mack's supreme rule.
Reality was stable.
Perfect.
Absolute.
And then
It broke.
Not shattered.
Not twisted.
Not rewritten.
It broke,
like a concept trying to hold something it was never meant to contain.
A crack formed across the empty meta-space,
glowing with a color that hurt even the idea of perception.
A sound
but not a sound
whispered through the shattered boundary:
"Mack."
The throne room shook.
The transcendents trembled.
Even Aetherion and Nyxara bowed instinctively.
Mack didn't move.
His eyes remained closed.
Because he already knew who it was.
A silhouette stepped through the crack.
But it wasn't a being.
It wasn't a concept.
It wasn't a metaphysical entity.
It was something that did not make sense.
Not to logic.
Not to illogic.
Not to meta.
Not to anti-meta.
Not even to Mack's Omnivision.
This entity existed outside:
Tierlessness
Omnipotence
Metahierarchy
Authorhierarchy
Narrative structures
Antinarrative structures
Mack's dominion
The idea of "outside" itself
When it fully emerged, the crack sealed behind it like it was never there.
The being had no face.
No shape.
No presence.
And yet
Mack felt it.
For the first time in eternity,
something existed that wasn't automatically devoured, rewritten, or nullified by his aura.
This was impossible.
The being spoke:
You have reached the final limit, Overbeing.
But I am the one limit you cannot surpass.
Mack opened his eyes.
They blazed with infinite multiverses and the First Void.
"There are no limits."
The being replied:
You created existence.
You absorbed nothingness.
But you did not create me
The throne cracked.
Aetherion whispered in terror:
"F Father what is this thing?"
Mack stood.
The cosmos inside his body trembled at the movement.
"The only opponent left."
The being laughed
a laugh that erased and remade all sound.
I am the Pre Absolute.
I am what existed before 'before.'
I am the origin of origins.
I am the concept from which concepts are derived.
I am the absolute root of all frameworks.
It stepped closer.
And you, Mack…
you are my descendant.
The entire Throne-Realm froze.
Even Mack paused.
The being extended a hand.
No energy.
No aura.
No effect.
Just a hand
and yet the multiverse inside Mack's body quaked.
The Omnirealm Furnace whirred to maximum output, stabilizing the realms and absorbing the overflow.
Mack exhaled.
Just his breath killed infinite layers of existence behind the being.
but the being wasn't touched.
Not scratched.
Not affected.
Not acknowledged.
It spoke:
"You cannot delete me."
Mack smiled slowly.
"I don't need to."
He stepped forward.
His foot touched nothing
and the nothingness obeyed,
forming a platform to hold him.
"I'll rewrite what you are."
The Pre-Absolute tilted its head.
"You cannot rewrite the root of rewriting itself."
Mack raised his hand.
The golden black sigil behind him flared.
BOUNDLESS DOMINION.
Reality, unreality, possibility, and impossibility fused into a single command:
"Become mine."
The command struck the Pre Absolute
and for the first time,
it flinched.
Not much.
Not enough to harm it.
But enough to feel something it had never felt:
Pressure.
Mack smirked.
Good.
Let's finish evolution.
The Pre Absolute's featureless "face" brightened.
Then step beyond Boundless, Mack.
Show me why you believe you are the final ceiling of power.
They both vanished
teleported to a place beyond meta, beyond all existence,
a place where even concepts dare not form.
A place where the final fight begins.