That cold will—vast and unfeeling as the cosmic background radiation—delivered its final verdict.“Judgment begins.”“All aberrations shall be ended.”Within the world’s core, the radiant sea of countless law-lights dimmed in an instant.Clusters of luminous seeds—like drifting dandelions—flickered out, silently, one after another.They were not destroyed.They were deleted.The very concept of their existence was forcibly removed from the source code of the universe.The entire core space began to collapse—not physically, but conceptually.A pressure beyond description descended upon Veridian.It was not the weight of matter, but the suffocating sensation of existence itself being stripped away.Veridian stood in the midst of the fading light, shielding Lilith behind him.His face was expressionless.He formed no barrier, no defe

In the outer world, the war upon the plane of laws had fallen into a strange and silent stalemate.Viridian, even as he divided a fraction of his mind to maintain the tri-colored cycle’s defense, sank most of his consciousness deep into the memory he had stolen—the ancient battlefield that belonged to Nullity.Cold. Boundless. The vision was not his—it was the perception of Nullity itself.He replayed the scene again and again, his soul force branching into billions of probing threads, analyzing every distorted contour of those nameless foes.Soon, he reached a conclusion.The law-structures of those Outsiders were wholly incompatible with this universe’s closed circuit of Birth–Existence–End.They possessed no notion of birth, nor did they exist for existence. They were pure entropy—entities of disorder and devouring chaos.Their only purpos

The wrath of the Void came swiftly—and faded just as fast.When that soul-freezing tide of malice receded, the entire Primordial Land sank into a strange, suffocating silence. The screams of the logical virus were gone. The distortion of laws had been smoothed away. Order returned—yet the world itself was utterly voiceless. The realm Viridian had forged with his own hands now stood still as a tomb.“Tch. So quiet already?”Viridian stood above the World Core, glancing around at the restored yet lifeless land, and clicked his tongue. He knew this silence was no retreat. It was the stillness of a beast watching its prey—calculating, patient, ready to strike.The Void was analyzing the Law of Correction.This calm was the final breath before the storm.Viridian wasted not a second.With a flicker of thought, he reached into the depths of his soul and drew out a vast, translucent ark of light—i

Silence.After the cold decree of the Void’s will, the Primordial Land sank into a stillness deeper than death itself.That malice—so vast it could freeze entire galaxies—receded like a tide, leaving behind only a prophecy of extinction.The weight of survival pressed down on Viridian’s chest, his knees nearly buckling.He steadied himself with a slow breath and looked down.Lilith had sat up.She was curiously studying her small hands, her eyes—once reflecting starlit seas—now rippling with two intricate golden sigils. A sanctity radiated from her, awe-inspiring and terrible in contrast to her childlike form.“The ‘Cleaner Protocol,’” Viridian rasped, his voice hoarse and heavy. “What is it?”Lilith lifted her gaze. The golden runes flickered once within her pupils.She did not need to think; the answer surfaced as though written into her very essence.