It began with Judith, the Saintess of Gray. As the ring of pulsating veins began to glow, her crystalline blue eyes didn't just weep; they dissolved. Her old-fashioned gray dress was shredded by the eruption of thousands of pale, writhing tendrils that emerged not from her body, but from the space she occupied.
The sky over the Spire turned a bruised, organic purple—the color of a deep hematoma on the skin of the universe.
[True God 'Primordial Demoness' is descending into the Scenario!]
['Star Will' accepts the reasoning of 'Primodial Demoness'.]
The organic horror was absolute.
Tendrils of "Pleasure" and "Disease" began to infect the very architecture of Avalon. The stone spire, once a rigid monument of mathematics, started to pulse like a living throat. The golden apples in the grove turned into weeping, cancerous tumors that whispered forbidden desires to anyone who caught their scent.
Atlas tried to regress the state of Judith but was interupted by another demoness.
The presence of the Mother of Demonesses was a conceptual weight. It wasn't just power; it was a biological imperative that demanded every living cell in a five-kilometer radius surrender to the cycle of feminity. The official Beyonders and the heroes of the Association felt their skin crawl, their very blood trying to surrender to 'Her'.
High-level beings are often the most pathetic slaves to their own nature.
As the Primordial Demoness manifested, she created an "Information Peak" so massive that it blotted out the Star Stream's local data. To a sentient Uniqueness like the Hidden Sage, this was the ultimate banquet.
From the depths of the misty abyss, a flood of complex symbols and "0" and "1" clusters erupted. The Sage could not resist the urge to "Record" the descent of a True God. He manifested as a celestial river of data, thousands of distinct black and white eyes spinning within a torrent of information.
"01001101 01101111 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010..." the air screeched in binary.
The Sage was greedy. He wanted to peel back the veil of the Primordial, to consume the "Information" of her divinity. He didn't see the traps; he only saw the data.
On the crumbling rooftop, the battle between the Calamity Giant and the Informational Serpent reached its terminal velocity. The earthquake of the collapsing tower tilted the world at a forty-five-degree angle, but for Red Angel Medici, this was merely a shifting of the frontline.
Medici's eyes, burning with azure-violet fire, pierced through the Serpent's digital camouflage. He saw it—a flicker in the code, a misalignment in the symbols representing the Serpent's "Soul."
"Kid, your math is off," Medici rasped, his 6-meter-tall iron skeleton igniting.
He lunged, his Spear of Destruction trailing a wake of violet flames that consumed the "0" and "1" clusters like dry tinder.
He hit the Serpent exactly where its logic stuttered.
The Serpent shrieked—a sound like a digital crash. At that exact moment, Jung Heewon unleashed her final trump card.
[Giant Story 'Season of Light and Darkness' is reaching its climax!]
Heewon's blade turned into a pillar of white, chaotic heat. This was pure chaos flames that burned through the Serpent's digital scales by attacking the "Plot" that allowed it to exist. The Serpent's body, made of materialized knowledge, began to evaporate into gray ash.
Seids fully lost control, he was now driven by mere instincts, not so different from Hidden Sage.
"Burn with your truths!" Heewon screamed, her status as the Judge of Apocalypse reaching its zenith.
While the fire raged, Amon stood at the center of the data-storm, his monocle reflecting the spinning eyes of the Hidden Sage. He watched the Sage try to wrap his informational form around the Primordial Demoness's descent.
"Too busy recording to check the source code?" Amon whispered.
He raised a gloved hand and flicked his fingers with a casual, terrifying grace.
Amon didn't steal the Sage's power. He stole his anonymity. In an instant, the Hidden Sage's existence was forced into the "Public Domain" of the Star Stream. He was no longer a hidden observer; he was a target.
"Now you're just... common knowledge," Amon chuckled.
The Sage recoiled, his symbols flickering in panic. He tried to dive into the Spirit World, but the space had been rewritten.
On the periphery, the battlefield was a chaotic collage of fairy tales and nightmares. Cattleya and Bernadette moved like twin goddesses of the Hermit Pathway.
They were facing three Sequence 2 Angels of the Demoness Pathway: Silver, Scarlet, and Yellow
"The Little Mermaid," Cattleya whispered.
A wave of illusory water flooded the grove, turning the Demoness tendrils into foam. Beside her, Bernadette activated [The Emperor's New Clothes]. Her presence became an absence, a hole in reality that the Demonesses of Silver, Scarlet, and Yellow couldn't target. Their plagues and pleasures passed through empty air, leaving them vulnerable to Bernadette's informational strikes.
A spear of light, carrying the conceptual weight of the weapon that pierced a god, materialized in her hand. She hurled it at the Demoness of Scarlet. The spear locked onto the target's fate, following her with a sense of absolute destruction.
The Demoness of Scarlet didn't dodge. She smiled, her moist red lips curving into a mask of Apocalypse.
"Fate is just a sentence that can be ended," Scarlet whispered.
Beside her, Cattleya opened Merumu's Spellbook, her eyes bleeding starlight.
The area around the spear collapsed. Scarlet triggered a total eruption of contradictions within its narrative. The "Spear that Pierces" suddenly encountered the "Shield that cannot be Pierced," an internal paradox that turned the artifact into unrealized potential. The Spear of Longinus dissolved into gray before it could touch her skin.
An illusory flame erupted, surrounding the Demoness of Silver. It was a fire that induced hallucinations of one's deepest desires, intended to paralyze the target. But the Demoness of Silver simply stepped through herself.
Silver split into five identical versions of herself, each one youthful and radiant. The hallucination hit one "Mirror Person," but the real Silver remained fixed in her peak state, her Unaging nature rendering the mental fatigue of the spell irrelevant.
The three Demonesses moved in a terrifying synchronization of Catastrophe.
Tissavica(Demoness of Yellow) triggered a social catastrophe within Bernadette's "Fairy Tale" logic. The characters Bernadette summoned—the tin soldiers and the mermaids—suddenly grew "Issues." The soldiers' rifles jammed; the mermaids' songs turned into dirges of disease.
"Stall them," Bernadette commanded. "The God of Error is preparing the end."
At the center of the Spire, Amon began to click his fingers in a rhythmic, hypnotic pattern. He was weaving a numeric maze using his Sequence 0 Door authority. The Hidden Sage, caught in the momentum of his own greed instincts, found himself running through corridors of "0" and "1" that led only back to the center of Amon's palm.
The air turned cold enough to freeze Sequence 5 Beyonders!
Just as the Primordial Demoness's giant, pale hand reached down from the purple sky to reclaim her Saintess, a new sound cut through the screaming: the sound of a billion synchronized gears.
From the southern horizon, a fleet of ironclads and mechanical fortresses appeared, flying under the banner of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Leading the vanguard was a man who looked like a walking cathedral of brass and steel. Bornova Gustav, the Sequence 2 of the Paragon Pathway.
"The information has been analyzed," Bornova's voice boomed, amplified by a thousand speakers. "The Hidden Sage is a logical error. The Primordial Demoness is an unauthorized biomass. The decree of the Steam God is... ERASURE."
Bornova raised his hand, and a beam of pure, white-hot Essence Power struck the center of the Spire. The "Information Shredder" in Amon's smartwatch resonated with the arrival of its source.
The sky didn't just turn red; it began to hum with the frequency of an engine.
[Constellation 'God of Steam and Machinery' is preparing to descend!]
Yes, God of Steam and Machinery became a constellation.
The pressure was too much. The balance of the world, already frayed by the Convergence, finally snapped.
High above, the Astral Barrier shattered.
The geometric violet dome that had protected Earth for millennia didn't just crack; it disintegrated into billions of shimmering shards that fell like a meteor shower across the entire planet.
The purple sky of the Demoness was torn open by a golden, mechanical light.
The "Gaze" of the Cosmos was now absolute.
The Hidden Sage shrieked as he realized the truth. He was trapped in a numeric maze, caught between the fire of an Angel, the sword of a Judge, and the cold, mechanical judgment of a descending God.
As the God of Steam and Machinery descended, the world became an engine.
Every atom within five kilometers vibrated at a mechanical frequency.
Bornova Gustav led the mechanical fleet, their cannons firing shells of "Absolute Logic" that bypassed the Demoness's plagues.
The battle between the God of Steam and the Hidden Sage was not fought with swords, but with data.
The Sage, desperate and cornered, tried to overwrite the laws of physics, turning the air into poison and the ground into glass. But the God of Steam countered with his own symbolism.
Every "0" and "1" the Sage produced was analyzed, categorized, and disassembled by the God's mechanical consciousness. It was an informational meat grinder.
The Sage shrieked in a language of pure static as his "Truths" were reduced to "Errors."
Meanwhile, Amon engaged the Primordial Demoness. He didn't fight her directly; he [Stole] the distance between her tendrils, [Stole] the time it took for her diseases to incubate, and [Stole] the very light she tried to extinguish. He was a flickering shadow of Error dancing through a nightmare of organic rot.
On the southern flank, the Demoness of Gold was reaching her limit. Her shimmering, seductive aura was being stripped away by the combined might of Atlas and Mr. Hanged Man.
Alger Wilson released his third grazed soul: a Sequence 4: Manipulator. The Demoness's mind became a stagnant pool. Taking the opening, Atlas raised his hand.
"Regression," the boy whispered.
She tried to escape into the Mirror, but her state regressed once more. The ice on her skin didn't just peel; it turned back into gentle skin. Her status as a Catastrophe was regressed to that of a mere Assassin temporarily. Alger stepped through the shadow world and lunged with his Black Greatsword, severing her connection to the Primordial.
She dissolved into a puddle of molten gold and salt.
Atlast coughed a blot of blood. Backlash of exhausting his own Authority for so long kicked in.
"I'm getting old..." he said, thinking to himself, 'Or young..?'
But the victory was short-lived. From the land, secret organizations—remnants of the Rose School of Thought and the Iron and Blood Cross—surrounded the beach. From the sea, a gargantuan shadow rose.
It was the 20th Devil, Marbas of the Abyssal Tide. He possessed a specialized authority over naval warfare, turning the very ocean into a crushing weight against the Blue Avenger. He wanted nothing of spoils of war but the ship itself. He was the collector of the ships. Only the thought of owning it turned him on.
"Too many flies," Alger grunted, his three heads scanning the horizon.
Just as the Devil prepared to summon a tidal wave of corrosive blood, a bolt of azure lightning, thicker than a skyscraper, struck the ocean.
A fleet of ironclads, flying the banner of the Church of the Lord of Storms, tore through the fog. Standing on the lead ship was Randall Valentinus.
"By the Lord's decree," Randall's voice boomed over the thunder, "the sea belongs to the righteous! [Hurricane of the Storm]!"
The Devil's tide was instantly neutralized by a superior gale.
The maritime war had found its judge.
[True God 'Lord of Storms' looks at the battlefield!]
100-kilometer lightning covered the sky, hitting the devil's body directly.
The Hidden Sage saw a gap in the numeric maze. He prepared to transfer his consciousness to a hidden backup server in the Spirit World—a sanctuary of "Unwritten" information.
But in the distance, a silver-haired boy looked up from his ice cream.
The Sage's escape route didn't lead to the Spirit World. It led directly into the focal point of Amon's smartwatch.
"Now," Amon whispered.
The billion numbers of the Hidden Sage were sucked into a dark vortex. The scene was agonizing: Symbols representing "Heavens" turned into "Void." The concept of "Truth" was rewritten into "Error." The Sage's scream was a cacophony of breaking code.
All the Demonesses disappeared in the reflections and mirrors.
Medici, wreathed in the violet flames of the Calamity Giant, arrived like a falling star. He plunged his Spear of Destruction into the center of the symbol-vortex, pinning the Sage's very soul to the Shredder.
[The sentient Uniqueness 'Hidden Sage' has been deleted!]
The vortex collapsed. Amon caught a dull, eyelash-less eye and a cluster of glowing crystals.
He tossed the Sage Characteristic to Cattleya, who caught it with a trembling hand. She consumed Great Return Pill and her frostbitten left arm turned normal.
The Uniqueness disappeared into Amon's inventory, destined for the God of Steam.
Bornove gestured to the Machinery Hivemind members to find Dimensional Entropy.
Seeing her ally shredded and the mechanical God preparing to focus on her, the Primordial Demoness let out a hiss that shattered the remaining windows in Chile. The Astral Barrier's total absence forced her focus toward the "Cosmic Gaze" of the Outer Deities. She couldn't risk a full descent while the Great Old Ones were watching.
Her presence flickered and vanished, leaving Judith's husk to fall into the frozen reflection. She was nowhere to be found.
A massive earthquake, larger than any recorded in human history, shook the planet. Avalon began to sink, reclaimed by the Spirit World.
Across the globe, the Star Stream issued a final, blood-red notification.
[The Fog Barrier of the Western Continent has been erased!]
Amon adjusted his monocle, looking at the now-empty, blackened beach.
There was a crack on his monocle. It probably suffered some damage when Primodial descended.
He looked at Medici and offered a sharp, tired grin.