Chapter 127: The Cosmic Resonance and the Council of Void-Walkers
The completion of the New Genesis in the Upper Realm did not go unnoticed. While the violet sun set over the newly forged empire of Volt, a ripple of pure authority—a conceptual shockwave—traversed the interdimensional membranes that separated the known multiverse from the Great Unknown. This was the "Cosmic Resonance," a signal that an entity had successfully overwritten the core source code of a primary reality. Across the infinite expanse of the void, ancient beings who had slept since the first spark of creation opened eyes made of dying stars.
In a realm of pure mathematical abstraction, far beyond the reach of any god or demon, a gathering was taking place. This was the Council of Void-Walkers, a collection of entities that governed the balance between different fictional realities. They were the ones who ensured that no single "Author" grew powerful enough to threaten the stability of the entire multiverse.
"The anomaly has stabilized," a voice of pure static echoed through the void. "The entity known as Volt has not only reclaimed his throne; he has merged his data with the fabric of the Upper Realm. His influence has exceeded the safety parameters by six thousand percent."
"He carries the Mark of the Prime Architect," another voice replied, sounding like the crumbling of ancient parchment. "If we do not intervene, he will begin to rewrite the neighboring sectors. The narrative infection will spread."
Back in the newly christened Empire of the Violet Star, Volt stood atop the balcony of the Obsidian Spire. He could feel the eyes of the multiverse upon him. The golden crest on his wrist was no longer pulsing; it was a steady, heavy weight of absolute certainty. He turned to find Anos and Akuto standing behind him, their new forms glowing with a subdued, regal power.
"They are watching us, Father," Anos said, his gaze fixed on a specific point in the sky where the stars seemed to flicker in a non-random pattern. "I can feel a collective consciousness analyzing our every move. They are not gods; they are something... older."
"The Void-Walkers," Volt whispered, his eyes narrowing. "They are the janitors of existence. They think they keep the balance, but they are merely afraid of a story they cannot control. They see our growth not as a triumph, but as a system error."
Akuto stepped forward, his dark feathered wings rustling. "Let them analyze. Let them come. We have already eaten the gods of this world. Are the masters of the void any tastier?" A dark, playful grin crossed his face, but his eyes remained sharp. He knew that the stakes had moved from a planetary level to a cosmic one.
Vanessa approached from the inner chambers, carrying a tray of obsidian-glass cups filled with a glowing blue nectar—the first harvest from the Soul-Trees. "The people of the lower valley are beginning to ascend the bridge," she reported. "They are confused, but they feel the change. The sickness and the 'fate' that once bound them has vanished."
Volt took a cup, looking at his reflection in the blue liquid. "This is the true danger to the Council of Void-Walkers, Vanessa. Not our swords, but our freedom. We have proven that the 'Contract' can be rewritten. If the other worlds learn this, the Council's authority will crumble."
As if in response to his words, the sky above the spire began to bleed a pale, flickering grey. The violet stars were being eclipsed by a "Null-Zone," a space where nothing—not even light or thought—could exist. From the center of this grey void, a single, gigantic eye opened, its pupil a swirling vortex of binary code and forgotten languages.
"Volt of the Reincarnated Lineage," the eye boomed, the sound bypassing their ears and vibrating directly into their marrow. "You have exceeded your Word Quota. Your narrative has become too dense for this sector. By the authority of the Great Balance, we demand the immediate surrender of the Author's Mark. Failure to comply will result in the total 'Deletion' of your reality."
Sasha and Karin ran onto the balcony, their weapons already humming with energy. "Deletion?" Sasha cried, her eyes flashing with defiance. "We didn't fight through the gods just to be erased by a giant eye!"
Volt stepped to the very edge of the balcony, his silhouette a sharp blade against the grey sky. He raised his wrist, allowing the golden crest to shine directly into the eye of the Void-Walker.
"You talk of quotas and sectors as if you are the ones who bought the ink," Volt said, his voice rising in power until the grey void began to crack. "I am the one who lived the story. I am the one who bled for every word. If you want to delete this reality, you will have to come down here and try to erase it by hand."
With a sudden, violent motion, Volt reached into the air and "grabbed" the grey void. Using his 6000% influence, he treated the Null-Zone as if it were a physical piece of paper and began to crumple it. The giant eye shrieked in agony as the space around it distorted.
"Anos! Akuto!" Volt roared. "The Void-Walkers think they are the editors. Show them that we are the ones who own the press!"
Anos launched himself into the sky, his sword cutting through the grey static like a hot knife through wax. Akuto followed, his dark wings creating a vacuum that pulled the Null-energy into his Sakuna core, converting the "nothingness" into "somethingness." Together, the two princes were not just fighting; they were proving that the Demon King's family could consume the very thing that was meant to erase them.
The eye began to retreat, the grey void shrinking back into the rift. "This is not the end, Author!" it hissed. "The Multiversal Coalition will be informed! You are a virus! A virus that must be—"
Before it could finish, Volt closed his fist. The rift snapped shut with a sound like a closing book. The violet sky returned, brighter and more vibrant than before. The 12 million points of their influence flared, locking the reality of their empire into a permanent, un-erasable state.
Volt turned back to his family, his face calm but his eyes burning with the thrill of the ultimate challenge. "They are going to send more. Not just angels or gods, but heroes and villains from other stories. They are going to try to turn our home into a battlefield for the entire multiverse."
"Then we will welcome them," Anos said, cleaning his blade. "And we will make sure their stories end here."