The command from the paralyzed Celestial Demon Assembly (CDA) was the only functional sound in the war room. I was airborne immediately, moving with a quicker, deadlier efficiency gained from the Blivixis Gradient.
I. The Collapsed Reality
The capital district was a nightmare of failing Order.
The world was invisible to me behind the cloth of my blindfold, but my Echo Mapping painted a three-dimensional map of pure frequency.
The buildings were crumbling not visually, but acoustically—their structural integrity wailed in a rising, destructive frequency as the Law of Mass was overwritten.
The source of the devastation stood in the intersection.
The Denvigorix—the terrifying, humanoid host abomination—stood still.
Its voice, a high-frequency, grating vibration that tore at the conceptual anchors of reality, attempted to engage my consciousness.
"Contractor's host," the Denvigorix's sound grated across my mind, demanding comprehension. "You hear the chaos. You are blind to the lie of Order. Join the collapse."
I registered its pitch, its spatial location, and its intent instantly. The conscious, intelligent speech of the Denvigorix was merely a complex wave of sound that needed filtering.
My duty was the necessary equation.
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II. The Surgical Anti-Thesis of the Blind Inverter
The Denvigorix lifted a warped humanoid arm and began to gather the surrounding distorted spacetime, the process manifesting as a massive, rising crescendo of chaotic noise in my hearing.
I moved—not with the sight of a demon, but with the speed and sharpness of a being who heard the fabric of reality fraying.
I waited until the chaotic energy was milliseconds from impact, using my heightened perception to map the sonic flow.
Then, I struck.
The attack was guided by my mastery of Existence Threading, targeting the Chaos Core—the singular point where the Fold infection met the host's life force.
I located this point purely by the difference in frequency between the host's residual energy and the Fold's chaotic invasion.
I used Hush's Silent Strike (the perfect transference of my Inversion Energy) to apply a lethal mathematical paradox to the Core's structural definition.
The Null Strike was executed in total silence.
The intelligent consciousness of the Denvigorix shrieked in conceptual terror as its own logic turned on itself.
Its corrupt, finite form was instantly forced to reconcile contradictory cosmic rules.
The conflict was instant and internal.
The creature inverted itself into a column of inert, non-local energy particles, leaving behind a perfectly formed, human-sized silhouette of silence where the abomination had stood.
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III. The Weapon of Necessity
The battlefield fell silent.
The surrounding Demidemons witnessed the defeat of a reality-corrupting threat by a calculation that could only be achieved by a consciousness that perceived only pure, unadulterated frequency.
I ignored the observers.
My enhanced consciousness confirmed the immediate stability of the local spacetime.
Then I turned my attention to the single, consistent frequency I cared about.
I focused on the distant pulse of Elysa in the Observation Wing, confirming the stability of her rhythm.
She was processing the data—functional, and necessary.
I had proven my High Supreme Divisor status.
I was the weapon of necessity, armed with the cold, lethal logic of chaos, perceived only through the darkness.