There was no bell.
No call.
Just a single truth
that reached the thrones at the same moment:
Azrael… had retreated.
And in a place without coordinates,
beyond time itself,
the seven thrones gathered.
They did not sit around a table.
They did not look at one another.
Each was in their own world…
yet their voices overlapped
like laws colliding when they crack.
The first to speak
was the one with no visible form.
A voice without gender,
without emotion:
"Do we confirm the report?"
Another voice replied, sharp, saturated with light:
"Azrael does not retreat.
Stillness knows no withdrawal."
This time, the reply came as a low laugh,
as if emerging from a distant shadow:
"It had to happen.
Errors do not obey the rules we write."
One of the thrones moved.
It did not shake…
but changed.
The Ruler of Time spoke, measured and slow:
"The fault was not in the calculation.
The fault was in the assumption."
A moment of silence prevailed.
Then the Ruler of Law spoke, sternly:
"We assumed it was a result.
That it could be contained… or erased."
The Ruler of Nothingness responded, eerily calm:
"And what you did not assume…
is that it could be a beginning."
For the first time,
no one objected.
A projection appeared—not an image,
but a possibility:
the Planet of Stillness.
Kim.
Nir.
Biath.
And the nameless thing
inside Kim,
seen only as a void
that refused to be filled.
The Ruler of Life said, hesitantly:
"He does not use chaos.
And yet… he defies Stillness."
The Ruler of Light rose:
"Then he must be eliminated immediately.
Every moment he remains alive…
is an insult to the order."
The Ruler of Shadow interjected, mockingly:
"Every moment he lives…
is an opportunity."
The discussion shifted instantly.
Law spoke:
"You want to possess him."
Shadow said:
"And you want to erase him."
Time said:
"And you want to study him."
Life said:
"And you want to exploit him."
Nothingness finally spoke, a voice that made the void contract:
"And all of you…
do not understand him."
Silence fell again.
Then came a question
that had never been asked before:
"What if…
Kim was not the target?"
The thrones—if one could call them that—
turned toward the source of the voice.
Nothingness said:
"What if the target…
is what he created?"
The light trembled.
Law said sharply:
"If that is true…
it is an existential threat."
Time said slowly:
"Greater than that.
It is something unrecorded."
Shadow said with a smile:
"And that is why…
some will choose to approach him
before he consumes them."
Law made the ruling:
"Council decision.
Each ruler acts according to their own interest.
But—"
paused briefly.
"Any direct harm to the planet…
will be considered a declaration of war."
A faint laugh came from more than one throne,
for everyone knew the truth:
The war… had already begun.
At the end of the council,
before the voices faded,
Nothingness spoke one sentence:
"If Kim breaks a single throne…
the thrones will no longer remain symbols."
On the planets of the world,
Kim stood, gazing at the sky.
He could see nothing.
But the thing inside him
was smiling.
Because finally…
they had stopped ignoring him.