I. The Inverted Arrival and Dissonance
The dimensional vector deposited me directly onto the chaotic frequency of the Human World.
The air in Shibuya was a low-grade, constant noise—
a cacophony of irrelevant Law and mundane thought.
My Echo Mapping was immediately overwhelmed by the sensory input:
millions of fragile heartbeats, the dull thrum of gravity, and the sudden, terrifyingly localized surge of Fold Contamination near the commercial core.
The six Supreme Divisors—the remnants of Astra'vhel's highest Order—phased in behind me.
Their auras of condensed Demidemon power struggled against the Human World's dimensional physics.
They were annoyed.
They calculated the highest priority was the breach, I noted internally.
My current priority is the necessary psychological closure of the past variable.
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II. The Confrontation in the Noise
I found her near the train station—
the Assassin, the betrayer—
moving through the crowd.
Her frequency was raw, vibrating with guilt and terror.
She was the one anomaly of my past I was compelled to process.
She saw the figure, blindfolded, utterly still.
The immense presence of the High Supreme Divisor was a cold, alien gravity in the humid Tokyo air.
She stumbled, dropping her possessions—discarded memories, as the calculation noted.
She approached, trembling, and the moment her fingers brushed my jaw, her body seized in a spasm of rejection.
The contact was a physical representation of her broken faith.
She pulled the knife—the reflex of the professional assassin—
and began stabbing her own shoulder.
The sound of the blade sinking into soft tissue was a dull, rhythmic pattern of self-punishment.
"Dawn… I offended your existence…"
she choked out, collapsed on the stained pavement.
"What I did… it was unforgivable."
The surrounding humans were paralyzed.
The six Supreme Divisors watched with contempt.
One muttered,
"Pathetic. To stab herself to feel forgiven."
I lowered myself, observing her pain.
I felt no pity—only curiosity at the extreme measures of human guilt.
"Why are you hurting yourself?"
I asked, my voice a perfect, neutral tone.
She confessed her betrayal, and the time for personal reckoning was due.
I forced her to witness the absolute truth of my Inversion.
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FLASHBACK: THE ROOFTOP EQUATION — THE FLAW OF FAITH
(The moment plays out in Dawn's mind with expanded narrative weight.)
I remembered the cold steel of the Tokyo rooftop.
The trust I had invested in this human was the last, desperate flaw in my Conceptual Logic.
My Echo Mapping had captured everything:
— the three assassin heartbeats on the adjacent roof
— the calculated three steps she took backward
— the sickening, minute stutter in her own heartbeat
(the signature of the decision point)
I had allowed the betrayal to occur.
I saw myself standing there, refusing to move, deliberately allowing the Law of Betrayal to take its course—
sacrificing my final thread of humanity
to confirm the fundamental failure of Order.
The sound of the projectile that killed me was the sound of the formula being finalized.
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END FLASHBACK
The vision dissolved.
I returned to the present, the sight of her bleeding figure completing the calculation.
"I knew you would."
The certainty in my voice froze the air.
"Y-You… you KNEW?!
Then why didn't you run?!
Why didn't you stop me?!
WHY—?!"
Dawn spoke the ultimate, cold truth:
"Because I wanted to believe…
for once…
that someone cared."
The silence that followed shattered her consciousness more effectively than any Null Strike.
Dawn stood up, towering over her.
"Don't mistake my silence for forgiveness."
The Tier Null Calamity delivered his final, inverted command:
"Get up. You're bleeding."
And when she couldn't:
"Then crawl."
He walked away.
The Divisors followed—
their expressions confirming the calculation:
She was going to suffer more alive than dead.
Her punishment was the continuation of her shattered existence.
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III. The Final Severance and Cosmic Observation
The journey continued through the city.
I executed the second, equally cold piece of business at the house of my relatives.
Their fake grief and performative mourning were only more proof of the superficiality of Human Order.
When his aunt demanded to know why he hadn't called, Dawn cut the cord completely:
"I came to see who I was leaving behind.
Now I know."
I severed the final tie to the human past.
Meanwhile, in the unseen Blivixis Realm,
Fenrir Alistair Blivixis watched the entire interaction through the cosmic echo.
He murmured into the realm itself,
his voice calm, ancient calculation:
"You've grown colder, Dawn.
Good.
You have successfully inverted the Axiom of Empathy into the Axiom of Necessity.
You are ready."
IV. The Void Legion Deploys
The emotional account was closed.
The Fold Contamination was now a visible reality—
warping the air, spreading chaotic frequencies through the commercial district.
The time for calculated strategy was over.
The time for the Void Legion—
the necessary, terrifying output of the previous sacrifice—
had come.
Dawn raised his hand toward the dimensional fracture.
The six Supreme Divisors behind him—aware only that he was attempting an unsanctioned application of conceptual power—were visibly tense.
My voice, loud for the first time in the Human World,
rang out, resonant with the mathematics of the afterlife....
"ASCEND, FROM VOID."
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