Silence. Absolute. And lethal.In that instant, every instrument within The Balance Keeper fell into a dormant state, not from technical failure, but because the concepts of “power” and “function” suddenly lost all relevance.Qoriski jolted, his strong hands trembling as he realized he could no longer feel the weight of his own body.“Freza… why can’t I feel my heart beating?” Qoriski whispered, his voice sounding hollow, as if its very frequency were being nullified by this space.Freza stood motionless in the center of the cockpit, now illuminated only by the glow emanating from within his own body.The eleven primordial cores inside him rotated slowly, creating a resonance that held the ship’s existence together, preventing it from dissolving into zero.“Do not panic, Qoriski. Your heart is still beating, but here, ‘beating’ no longer has meaning,” Freza replie

The wave of panic struck Freza like an invisible storm, not a sound, but a sensation that pierced the very core of his existence.His breath caught in his throat, as if millions of souls on Earth were screaming in silence, begging for help.Qoriski felt Freza stiffen beside him. The energy of the True Arbitrator, usually steady, now pulsed erratically."Freza? What’s happening?" Qoriski shouted, staring at his friend’s hardened face, eyes wide.Freza did not answer. He focused all his senses on a reality teetering on the edge of collapse.He could feel the red point above Earth pulsing stronger now, no longer just a marker, but a pump extracting essence.Malakor watched with a faint, satisfied smile.His silver hammer had stopped trembling, yet its cold aura thickened, gripping the space between them."This is the beginning of ‘de-optimization,’" Malakor explained, his voice flat, devoid of empathy. "The first step of the audit.""I will not destroy. Not yet.""I will purify. Strip aw

That foreign pulse struck Freza like a blade of ice piercing her primordial core, not physical pain, but a systemic shock that tore through the fabric of her existence. The Multiverse she had built, which had long danced in harmony within her, now groaned. A sharp dissonance shattered the symphony of perfect balance she had created.Freza’s breath caught. She staggered back a step, the fire in her eyes now replaced by unmistakable shock. The heart of the Multiverse, which was her own heart, beat out of sync.“What… is this?” Freza whispered, her voice barely audible, a rare admission of uncertainty.Qoriski, standing beside her, felt the strange tremor of energy coming from her. His friend’s face had gone pale, her eyes closing briefly as if bracing against an invisible shockwave.“Freza?” Qoriski called out, stepping forward, grasping her arm to steady her. “What is it? What did Malakor do to you?”Malakor observed Freza’s reaction with a thin smile, one so cold it cut to the bone. H

The crack was not a physical wound, but a tear in the fabric of Freza’s consciousness, a scream rising from the depths of the primordial cores he had fused. His identity, the foundation of the True Arbitration, now felt like a pillar torn from its roots, ready to collapse.The multiverse within him roared, no longer a symphony but a shredding dissonance. Every note that had once been harmonious now collided, turning against its creator.“Freza!” Qoriski shouted, stepping forward, his eyes widening as he saw Freza stagger, his hand clutching his chest as if trying to hold back something unseen.Waves of chaotic energy rippled from Freza, like gravity suddenly vanishing, then returning with brutal intensity.Qoriski tried to reach him, but Freza had already fallen, dropping to his knees, his breath ragged, his eyes tightly shut.“I… I can feel… the fracture…” Freza muttered, his voice hoarse, as if the words themselves were painfully difficult to form.“What did you do to him, demon?!”

"This is not the end, Malakor." The whisper sounded like the final breath of a dying reality, yet within it pulsed a strange resonance. It did not come from any of Freza’s fragments, but from the gap between them, from the void that had just been created.Qoriski, who had nearly lost track of Freza within the vortex of destruction surrounding him, felt a different wave of energy. It was no longer the chaos wrought by Malakor, but something more ancient, colder, and somehow more real. He turned toward Malakor, his expression tightening. "What is that? What’s happening?"Malakor, who had just been poised to strike the last fragment of Freza with his silver hammer, halted mid-motion. The faint smile on his lips faded, replaced by a slight furrow in his brow. He was no longer looking at Freza’s fragmented form. He was sensing something else. Something beyond the reality he understood."Impossible..." Malakor murmured, his voice stripped of its usual cold tone, replaced by astonishment tin