Explosions followed one another, tearing the sky and fracturing the earth.
Sakolomi struck relentlessly — blows so powerful they could pulverize mountains, bend space, and break gravity itself.
But the creature only walked.
Its peaceful steps contrasted with Sakolomi's cataclysmic fury.
Every punch impact, every shockwave, every surge of mana was lost on its white skin, as if absorbed into an absence.
Where Sakolomi struck, there was no cause, no effect.
His attacks were denied before they even existed.
An imperceptible smile touched the creature's lips.
It slowly raised a hand, palm open toward him.
— Pathetic.
The word fell like a sentence.
A black sphere shot from its hand — tiny at first, then expanding into an orb of pure negation.
The air twisted around it, the very laws seemed to collapse at its approach.
Sakolomi barely had time to cross his arms in front of him.
The impact was devastating: his entire being wavered.
The pain was not physical — it tore at his identity.
He felt his name, his history, his reason for existing falter under the orb's weight.
A metallic taste filled his mouth.
He spat blood and, in a silent scream, forced his essence to reconstitute.
— Tch... it's like facing Isissis... he thought, panting.
But she doesn't touch everything — only me.
With a roar, he spread his arms, narrowly deflecting the orb.
The sphere rose into the sky and exploded silently, swallowing the light.
The world turned black.
For a moment, it seemed as if everything had stopped — as if the very notion of clarity had been erased.
Sakolomi stood in the middle of this void.
His arms hung heavy, trembling.
Each breath seemed to cost him a piece of existence.
But he held on.
In front of him, the creature advanced calmly, its red gaze shining with an icy light.
— So this is… all you're capable of?
Its voice echoed through space, resonating into Sakolomi's essence.
He slowly lifted his head.
His eyes burned with a red gleam, wavering between rage and despair.
Around him, the dust froze, suspended in a time hesitating to continue.
This fight surpassed the limits of reality.
And Sakolomi realized: it was no longer a question of power…
But definition.
Sakolomi panted, his gaze burning with fury and incomprehension.
— Damn... what are you?!
The creature did not answer. Its silence, heavy and absolute, seemed to crush the very air.
Sakolomi growled, fists trembling with raw energy.
— Fine... then, I'll take the ultimate risk!
He leapt forward, the ground tearing beneath the pressure of his momentum. His blows rained like meteors — fast, precise, frantic — but each impact dissolved against the creature's skin, as if reality refused to admit he could hurt it.
It was a nightmare.
Worse than facing the Nameless Queen.
— Die, damn you! DIE!!!
A cataclysmic explosion erupted, consuming everything around them. Sakolomi, panting, rose amidst the chaos.
— It's not over... Killer Punch... Ultimate Gods!!!
He struck.
The shock vibrated the entire planet. The impact pierced the crust, then the core, before bursting into the dimensional void surrounding this monstrous world. A devastating wave tore the skies, erasing all in its path.
When the light dissipated, Sakolomi fell to his knees, exhausted, breathless.
He had given everything.
But in the burning steam, a silhouette still stood out.
Unshakable.
Intact.
— …Is this a nightmare? he murmured, eyes wide.
Is he still alive? Without a single wound... not even a scratch?
The creature stared at him, impassive.
— I don't think you're in any condition to fight anymore.
Sakolomi gritted his teeth, rising as best as he could.
— I haven't said my la—
A detonation. Too fast.
Before he finished the phrase, he was thrown into the air, his body pierced by a volley of invisible attacks. He saw nothing. Not a movement. Not a shadow.
It was as if the creature had erased the very concept of speed.
— Get lost!!!
In a final reflex, Sakolomi released a tremendous mana wave. The explosion carved a chasm in the ground. The creature stepped back, watching silently as fear crept into the heart of the pseudo-deviant.
Breathless, eyes wild, Sakolomi took flight in the opposite direction.
Flee.
He had to flee.
But deep inside, he already knew.
It was no longer a fight.
It was the survival of a being facing something… that should not exist.
Sakolomi rose, fleeing at full speed through the torn atmosphere. His breath was ragged, his essence wavering.
But the creature did not move.
It just followed him with its eyes, motionless, suspended in the silence of the collapsed world.
Then, calmly, it closed its eyes.
Its voice resonated, cold and without anger:
— No use running.
A vibration ran through space.
A midnight blue halo wound around its body, devouring the air and shadows.
A scythe materialized in its hand — long, slender, and so dark it seemed to absorb light itself.
The blade pulsed to the rhythm of an invisible heart.
— The Scythe of the Essence of the End... it murmured.
Its gaze reopened, shining with an azure gleam almost divine.
— This scythe never misses its target. No matter where you go, no matter where you hide… it will find you.
Even the true bodies of the Great Mythics cannot escape it. It consumes immortality, erases identity, destroys all that claims to exist, not to exist, or that lie neither here nor there.
The creature slowly raised its weapon, its voice becoming the knell of nothingness:
— The Scythe of the Essence of the End... will judge you.
A simple gesture.
A beat of the void.
The scythe vanished — or rather, it never moved.
A black filament traced a scar across the sky, and a moment later, Sakolomi froze.
His body split slowly in two, silently, without light.
He felt his being undoing — his name, memory, history. All scattered like fragments of a dream no longer held.
He fell, eyes wide, breath short:
— So... am I really… going to die?
The creature materialized before him, silent.
The world seemed to have stopped. Even the wind had ceased to move.
Sakolomi, kneeling, his existential contours wavering:
— Now that… you have won… just tell me… who are you?
A brief silence.
An almost melancholic gleam passed through the creature's gaze.
— Who am I?...
It lowered its eyes, then stretched out its hand toward him, its tone strangely soft:
— You will see for yourself.
A moment later, an orb formed in its palm — a black sun ringed by cosmic blue.
It threw it.
The explosion was silent.
The world folded in on itself, swallowed by light.
When everything dissipated, nothing remained.
No dust.
No shadow.
No Sakolomi.
The water.
An endless ocean, bottomless, skyless.
Sakolomi floated, inert, his body rocked by the waves of a sleeping world.
Rain fell nonstop, drawing infinite circles on the surface that dissolved immediately.
He no longer knew if he was dreaming, or if it was death.
Further away, a figure sat on the water, calm, motionless.
Saiko.
He slowly turned his head, pale eyes fixed on Sakolomi.
A tired smile stretched his lips — the smile of someone who had waited a long time.
— You took your time, he murmured.
Sakolomi tried to speak, but no sound came out.
Everything was muffled. Even his own breath seemed distant, as if he were no longer really there.
Meanwhile, elsewhere — in the world of Oniyurei or what remained of it — the lifeless body of Sakolomi had materialized again.
He lay on the ground, covered in mist, in front of the silent creature.
It stared at him for a long moment, looking almost incredulous.
— It's impossible… how can he return, even after taking the Scythe of the Essence of the End?
Then, before its eyes, Sakolomi's body began to move.
His limbs trembled, his spine slowly straightened, as if pulled by invisible threads.
— No matter, growled the creature. No matter how many times you resurface… you will never last long!
But what rose… was no longer Sakolomi.
His eyelids opened on two spheres of pure light — not eyes, but stars trapped in dead flesh.
Black marks spread across his skin, winding like forbidden writings.
His hair lengthened, becoming liquid black, and his face emptied.
Where his mouth should have been, a crack slowly opened, tearing the silence.
And from that fissure, a howl burst forth.
A howl that no language could translate.
A sound so ancient it seemed to refuse existence.
" \\\\ "
The world trembled.
The skies howled in echo.
Sakolomi — or what he had become — leapt.
A movement. A moment. An implosion.
The ground tore. Entire mountains were hurled into the air, dislocated into fragments of universes.
The creature did not even have time to react: Sakolomi's fist had already struck it.
The impact was absolute.
A shockwave swept everything — sky, earth, reality.
The creature traveled kilometers, breaking mountain chains like glass before crashing far away in a cloud of ashes.
A silence. Then a groan.
It got up, panting, holding its belly from which black light flowed — its wounded essence.
— Impressive… it breathed.
It had no time to say more.
"BAAM"
A second, lightning-fast strike shattered its jaw.
The creature was thrown even farther, bouncing on the ground like a steel puppet.
Sakolomi barely moved, yet he seemed everywhere at once — a speed beyond perception, time, logic.
The creature, growling, regenerated its broken face.
Its gaze flickered for a second.
— Something is… wrong.
It could feel it: this Sakolomi was no longer the same.
He was no longer a living being.
He was a breaking point, a conscious anomaly.
A thing born from the refusal to be erased.