Chapter 12: The Necessity of Null
The aftermath of the Null Bond ceremony was a state of cold, institutional panic. Fenrir's power play had succeeded: the Platinum Tier staff was forced to create the Inverted Phenomena Observation Wing, and their first subject—the Director—was the anomaly himself.
My first assignment was a joint excursion with the Fold Reconnaissance Wing, now nominally led by the Doom-Reaver Titan, Zylos. Zylos had been humiliated during the staff meeting and now had to pretend I was an asset, not a plague.
"We are investigating a Fold Resonance Spike," Zylos rumbled, his voice thick with suppressed fury, addressing a small, heavily armored unit. "The resonance signature is too stable; it suggests a Denvigorix is beginning to anchor near the capital boundary. Your role, Null-Subject, is to observe and report—under strict supervision."
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I. The Observation Wing
The observation unit was designed to track my energy signature. It consisted of Zylos, two Chrono-Demon observers (experts in temporal mechanics and causation), and a lead scientist from the Reality Science Department. Their gear was bulky, designed to filter out the chaotic distortion I radiated.
Their contempt was palpable, but their fear of Fenrir's Existence Threading was greater.
As we approached the affected dimensional fault, the reality began to warp. The air became brittle, and the ground pulsed with low, destructive frequencies. The traditional demidemon Markings struggled to compensate.
"Report, Chrono-Demon," Zylos ordered. "What is the cause of the temporal disruption?"
The Chrono-Demon observer squinted at his rapidly fluctuating instruments.
"It's impossible to track, sir! The anomaly's presence is inverting the local causality loop. The Denvigorix is using his Null Energy as a shield!"
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II. The Truth of the Fold
The reality scientist spoke, her voice laced with reluctant respect.
"Commander, the Denvigorix isn't using him as a shield. The Fold is responding to his signature. The creatures of the Fold—the Denvigons—are not trying to attack us; they are trying to synchronize with him."
I stood still, letting my Echo Mapping paint the picture. I heard the Denvigorix—a massive, reality-corrupting abomination—its sound signature a monstrous, unstable opera of decay. But I also heard the familiar, pathetic whimper of the Denvigons I had encountered previously.
The Denvigorix was trying to exploit my Inversion Energy to solidify its physical form and breach the capital defenses.
"It's evolving," I stated plainly, my voice flat. "It's learning the frequency of my bond with Hush. It needs the Chaos to complete its mutation."
Zylos glared at me.
"You expect us to believe your presence is feeding the enemy?"
Fenrir's voice, though absent physically, echoed in my mind, a cold instruction:
"Give them the answer, Dawn. Show them that only your method can stabilize the threat your presence creates."
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III. The Necessity of Chaos
"Your methods will fail," I declared, stepping forward, ignoring the frantic protests of the observation team. "The Denvigorix is immune to elemental dominion. It will evolve faster than you can attack it."
I focused on the Denvigorix's massive, unstable frequency. It was a chaotic signature, but it was predictable chaos, contained by the rules of its mutation.
I channeled the power of the Inversion Anchor (Hush), aiming a focused Void Pulse not at the Denvigorix's mass, but at the Fold Resonance Spike itself.
The Void Pulse did not harm the creature; it inverted its goal. I forced the Denvigorix's mutation to stabilize inward, temporarily collapsing its physical mass rather than expanding it.
The sound of the Denvigorix's collapse was a sickening, internal implosion of frequency.
The dimensional tear resealed instantly.
Zylos and the entire Observation Wing were left standing in a sudden, frightening silence. The threat was gone, defeated not by force, but by a counter-intuitive manipulation of reality.
The Chrono-Demon analyst stared at his now-functional monitor.
"The Fold stabilization factor... it's beyond the Primordial Class threshold. Only a Supreme Divisor could achieve this level of causality control."
Zylos slowly turned to look at me, the human anomaly in the blindfold. He saw not a weak subject, but the terrifying truth:
the highest level of Order was now reliant on the purest Chaos.
This was the first undeniable proof that I was essential to the war against the Fold, earning the terrifying necessity of the High Supreme Divisor title.