BOOM.
The sound did not spread: it tore through existence.
In reality — but also beyond it — a colossal shadow stretched across the horizon, and a gigantic black scale, pulsating like a living organ, slowly fell through the veil of the universe. It did not fall in any direction; it imposed itself simultaneously in the past, the present, the future, and in tens of thousands of Delzluhud.
A scale…
But of such enormous size that it obscured entire constellations.
Across the multiverses, living beings lifted their eyes to the sky — and saw the same thing, each in their own world, timeline, or dimension.
Children screamed.
Elders fell to their knees.
Entire civilizations halted their rites, their wars, their prayers.
Voices echoed everywhere:
— "What is that...?"
— "Are we going to die?"
— "Th... this is not a sign... it's a sentence."
— "It's the end of the world!"
Panic spread like a psychic wave through realities.
In the cosmic clamor, Salomeh, seated on a solitary mountain, watched the scene impassively. Her yellow eyes shone with an almost sad light, but without an ounce of fear. She knew exactly what she was seeing.
This scale — despite its immensity — was only a grain, a microscopic fragment of the monstrous flesh of:
Raktabīja Rāvana.
The titan chained in Tartarus.
The Beast-Phenomenon.
The Calamity of a thousand apocalypses. The apocalyptic demon emperor.
For some time, its attempts to break its chains had intensified. With each convulsion, a fragment fell. And each fragment was a cosmic event, a black stain visible across countless planes, ignoring space, time, constants, boundaries.
Salomeh sighed.
This scale was neither the first nor the last.
But it was the first time their reality — this one — was visited by a fragment.
She stood up slowly, the wind whipping her violet hair.
She did not yet know what consequence this scale would have…
But she knew who was in charge of eliminating those that fell elsewhere.
Always the same figure.
Always the same silent executor.
A voice rang out behind her.
— "Hey, Salomeh."
She turned around.
— "Bakuran…"
Bakuran stepped into the cold light. A gigantic black jaw — a half-mask made of fangs — covered his mouth. His eyes, however, were calm but heavy with foreboding.
— "Did you receive the transmission from Bakuzan?" he asked.
— "Apparently, he is close to locating Sakolomeh."
Salomeh nodded.
— "Yes. He sent me a partial location… We'll go after dealing with this. But you? Did you find—"
She didn't have time to finish.
A third voice cut the air sharply.
— "Yes, he found me."
A black silhouette stepped out of the shadow of the colossal celestial fragment.
Niyus ⁵.
Dressed in black, long ink-black hair, gaze of an almost inhuman depth. Each of his steps seemed to erase the light around him.
He looked at Salomeh and Bakuran like one looks at an unpleasant surprise.
— "So?" he said, his voice calm but icy.
— "You came now? Finally decided to finish me off today?"
The wind fell silent.
The scale pulsed, like a cosmic heart.
And for a moment, the multiverses held their breath.
Salomeh did not answer immediately. She stared at Niyus⁵ for a moment, her yellow gaze as calm as an abyss.
Then she shook her head slowly.
— "After what Bakuzan revealed to us, making you suffer is no longer necessary."
She stepped forward, the shadow of the gigantic scale sliding over her skin.
— "However… you are going to help us."
Niyus⁵ squinted.
— "Help with what exactly?"
Salomeh turned her gaze to the darkened sky.
The colossal scale covered the entire horizon, and below, at the foot of the mountain, the crowds panicked, running everywhere like ants under an end-of-the-world rain.
— "To settle this chaos."
She took a deep breath.
— "We will first go to the Sibylline Worlds to talk to the Monitors."
Niyus⁵'s eyes widened, nearly incredulous.
— "The Monitors? Why?"
His voice rose a tone, full of disdain.
— "Those guys don't care about anything! They think they're gods amid the ruins!"
Salomeh closed her eyes. The dark wind made her purple hair dance around her face.
— "No matter what they think."
When she reopened her eyes, a hard determination was reflected there.
— "With the threat coming, I assure you: we need everyone."
She spoke in a grave, almost liturgical voice:
— "Gods. Demons. Monitors. Spirits. Humans…"
— "If we remain divided, if each defends their territory without looking up…"
She paused, the shadow of the massive scale flickering behind her like a dire omen.
— "…then what's coming will annihilate us all. Without distinction."
Behind her, Bakuran sighed.
Dark vapor escaped between the fangs of his mask, as if his thoughts were burning in his throat.
Salomeh turned again to Niyus⁵.
— "So? Do you agree?"
Niyus⁵ hesitated.
His eyes passed over Salomeh — and he no longer saw the 9 or 19-year-old girl he had been told about.
She was 35 now. A weight. A presence. A strength no longer that of a child, but of a woman marked by worlds and their catastrophes.
He sighed quietly… then nodded.
— "Very well."
A simple. Silent. But monumental agreement.
They waited no longer.
Bakuran traced in the air a symbol black as a dead star.
Space folded, trembled — then a breach opened, gaping, humming, breathing a breath from another state of reality.
Salomeh passed first.
Niyus⁵ followed, eyes still raised toward the gigantic scale floating in all times at once.
And behind them, the breach swallowed the mountain and closed like an eyelid.
The Sibylline Worlds — which some also call the Dimensions of Mü Thanatos because of their unfathomable vastness — are not mere parallel spaces. They contain and surpass all imaginable notions: space, time, dimensions, order and chaos themselves. Everything that emerges from the Singularity is there, encompassed then transcended. The Sibylline Worlds are, in truth, what mortals clumsily call "realities," but in their most complete stratified forms.
But this definition, already overwhelming, is only a facade.
The Sibylline Worlds divide into three orders:
The Sibylline Layers, which encompass all forms of space, dimensions, and measurable phenomena — what most call "reality."
The Sibylline Realms, which transcend these layers like a dream surpasses its narrator.
The Sibylline Concepts, the true primal Concepts, which sit at the heart of the Sibylline Realms and depend on no form of reality.
If Eidolons or Ideomorphs are only conceptual reflections operating in the Delzluhûd, the Sibylline Concepts are the true source: absolute ideas that surpass all realities, which no structure can limit.
When Salomeh, Bakuran, and Niyus⁵ entered the Sibylline Realms, they discovered a place where neither time, nor space, nor any logic could apply. It was predictable: here reigned a form even more absent than the causality of silence, a law so total that it denies every other notion of existence and non-existence contained within realities.
There they saw the Sibylline Concepts: massive, shapeless, irreducible.
Their own ego immediately dissolved, leaving inside them only the conceptual nature they carried. For in these depths, being is no longer an identity, but an idea.
Even the Greatest Mortals — the Monitors — could only wield these Concepts with extreme difficulty. Attempting to manipulate them, even lightly, would be to reshape the entirety of the Sibylline Layers: that is, to alter all reality contained within them.
After walking a few moments in this strange realm, a figure appeared, dressed in a robe adorned with complex patterns: it was undoubtedly a Monitor. Without wasting time, he teleported instantly before them and looked at them fixedly.
"Well... what is the value of strangers' visits? If you could reach this place, it clearly means you are not just anyone!"
The Monitors are the most individually evolved mortals, without resorting to the aid of great mythical beings. Although some very rare Deviants manage to surpass this level autonomously, the Monitors categorically refuse to become Deviants, because that would imply reliance on powerful mythological assistance.
All Sibylline aspects reside in the dreams of the great mythical beings, and for a mortal to free themselves from them, a great mythical being would have to choose to raise them so they themselves become a Deviant dreaming of the Sibylline aspects. Yet the Monitors, proud and with oversized egos, reject this aid, preferring to remain fixed in their own dreams rather than lean on this outstretched hand. Although they are the summits of these dreams, some hope one day to escape, while others see the great mythical beings as a mere legend and the power of the fragments of these beings seems unreal despite their surreal magnitude.
Some Monitors aspire to extract themselves alone from these dreams, while others consider this quest useless, already seeing themselves as gods. Many of them are indeed worshiped as such because the Sibylline Layers, and everything they contain, are but fictions they can manipulate and control.
For those who wish to leave these dreams alone, although possible, it remains extremely complex. The mana of the great mythical beings is meta-conceptual, while that of the Monitors and lesser creatures is conceptual or simply spiritual, depending on their level and the causality governing each entity. This meta-conceptual mana is regulated by Isissis 4, a deity and great mythical being controlling the transition between dreamers, dreams, and their contents. This regulation resembles a progress cord, but its use involves extreme risk: failure during elevation can cause a fatal shock, completely destroying the individual, or condemning them never to evolve or become a great mythical being. That is why the help of a great mythical being is strongly recommended to avoid this danger.