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Angelica grits her teeth, her grip on her blade tightening. She knows that the Void of Nonexistence is right, that she's outmatched at this point. But she's not about to give up, not here and not now.

The Void of Nonexistence smirks, its expression one of condescending arrogance. "You're strong, but you're still a little Angle. You have limits, limits that I do not. I'm beyond your understanding, beyond your comprehension. I'm the embodiment of nothing, the emptiness that lies between all things.*

Angelica clenches her jaw, struggling to quell the growing feeling of hopelessness that threatens to overwhelm her. "You may think you're unbeatable, but I won't give up. I'll keep fighting until the very end."

Angelica dashes forward, her blade flashing as she strikes out at the Void of Nonexistence. Her attacks are powerful, powered by her own Absolute abilities, but the Void absorbs the impact easily, shrugging off her efforts like they're mere child's play.

The Void of Nonexistence smirks, its expression mocking. "Is that the best you can do? I expected more from one as strong as you."

She tries to use her powers to warp the very fabric of reality, to change everything to nothingness, but her power is met with resistance from the Void of Nonexistence. Her attack is like a drop of water against the vast ocean of its power, and it quickly negates her effort.

The Void of Nonexistence smirks, seeming amused by her attempts. "Did you really think that you could change anything? That you could rewrite reality itself? You're nothing compared to me, a mere insect before a titan."

The Void of Nonexistence goes on the offensive, its attacks fast and furious. Its tentacles lash out with such speed and power that Angelica can barely keep up, her blade dancing wildly as she tries to fend off the onslaught.

The Void of Nonexistence seems to be toying with her, enjoying the chance to fight a worthy opponent. Its attacks are quick and precise, designed to wear her down and break her spirit.

Angelica is starting to tire, her breathing labored and her body covered in sweat. She's fighting with everything she has, but it's not enough, not against this being of pure nothingness.

Angelica summons her final attack, using her power of Absolute Fiction to destroy the Void of Nonexistence's narrative. The very concept of its existence is shattered, crumbling under the power of her attack.

But the Void of Nonexistence is too powerful, its power far exceeding what Angelica is capable of. Her attack, powerful as it may be, is quickly absorbed and negated, leaving her gasping for breath and looking winded. The Void of Nonexistence chuckles, its expression one of dark satisfaction. "That was a good try, but it wasn't nearly enough. You're strong, but you're still a mortal, still limited by the frailty of your flesh."

Angelica gasps for breath, her body shaking with the effort she'd put into her last attack. She knows that the Void of Nonexistence is right, that she's hopelessly outclassed in this battle.

 Then out of nowhere Void of Nonexistence starts collapsing in on itself, the very fabric of its existence unraveling before her eyes.

Then a figure in a maid outfit appears out of nowhere, and Angelica sense something'so off like the narrative itself it's warp around her like she controls entire Stories like the Author of Authors. 

Angelica senses something off about the figure in the maid outfit, like the very fabric of reality is bending around her, twisting and warping to her will. It's as if she's not just a being, but a force, a power that can manipulate the very fabric of Meta itself.

And she speaks, Hello my name is Najimi Selia, I came to help to help Lady Angelica, by the Order of my Mistress Mona Fry and to eliminate a bug that's corrupting the story I hold in balance and I will delete there narrative like a taboo. 

Angelica stares the figure in the maid outfit, her eyes widening in surprise at the realization of who she is dealing with. To her shock, the figure introduces herself as Najimi Selia, and explains that she has come to help Angelica at the behest of Mona, to remove a bug that has corrupted the story she holds in balance.

Angelica's mind races, piecing together the information that's being presented. She tries to wrap her head around the situation, grappling with the implications of what Selia has just said.

She walks without fear towards the Void of Nonexistence, her expression composed and unflappable, as if she's about to simply remove a character from a page.

The Void of Nonexistence tries to erase Najimi from existence, but the attempt fails, as if she's trying to erase a word in a sentence only for the word to refuse to be erased.

Instead, the very narrative around Najimi warps and twists, as if the story itself is refusing to allow her to be erased.

The Void of Nonexistence attacks only to find itself unable to land a blow, as if the very narrative is being rewrited to protect Najimi. Even the very environment around them shifting to a raft draft.

She speaks, her voice emotionless and cold, devoid of any hint of feeling. Her words carry the weight of an authority beyond that of a mortal, a power that has been forged in the fires of countless written narratives. "Your but a glitch in a story I control, every stories, ever narrative, ever author that makes a story, Im the foundation of how stories are created even if it's fiction, meta fiction and hype fiction, fourth wall, fifth wall or any wall I create them and control the and your but a character I don't acknowledge."

The Void of Nonexistence is taken aback, its usual arrogance and certainty replaced by confusion and uncertainty. It has never encountered someone like Najimi before, a being who can manipulate the very fabric of narrative like it a child's plaything.

She summons a pen, holding it like a weapon, a pen that holds the power to create as well as to destroy. She reads the very existence of the Void of Nonexistence, erasing it from every page, every thought, every possible reality.

The Void of Nonexistence slowly fades away, its presence in the Omniverse completely erased as if it had never existed in the first place. 

Suddenly, the world around them seems to shudder, as if the very fabric of existence had been changed, the absence of something as powerful as the Void of Nonexistence leaving a void of its own behind.

They return to the Omniverse, everything appears to be as it was. The world is now completely free from the influence of the Void of Nonexistence, the existence completely erased from reality itself.

Najimi looks at Angelica and bows to her, showing respect to her strength and courage.