Chapter 66: The Other Side of the Word: Divine Intervention

They still believed they controlled the story, even after the first hero fell, even after the erasure, even after the trembling of narratives they had seen a name disappear from the fabric of reality, and instead of retreating, they struck harder The Manga had invoked their ultimate arcs, those powers sealed in ancient tomes, too potent to be drawn without consequence. The Novels had opened their forbidden narrations, stacked in the forgotten basements of great libraries and The Cartoons, crazier than ever, had shattered the last remaining physical laws, twisting time, colors, and the very contours of coherence itself but together... they had opened the cage, and what emerged was not a thing it was inexistence in form it had no name it had never been drawn, written, animated, or even sketched. It was not an idea; it was the absence of all no one saw it coming; they felt it first, a weariness, then a grayness in the margins finally, a silence that swallowed even exclamations pages became dull dialogue bubbles emptied of their words, leaving only the trembling outline of speech characters stopped speaking, not from fear, but because their thoughts could no longer find form, and at the center of this shifting void stood the shadow The Anti-Everything born in a rift between styles, forged in the falls of inspiration, awakened by excess then, the gods struck. Zeus was the first to cry out, a cry of beginning, of ancient sovereignty he raised his arms, invoking a rain of lightning, but no light; each bolt carried a pure concept love, war, faith, madness, grief, promise and the Anti-Everything absorbed them all, as if swallowing the reasons for existence. Odin, grim-faced, extended his spear. Gungnir, in its anti-narrative version a weapon made to break not the body, but the structure he launched it it flew, screaming, and was silently lost in the dark mass. the void between fictions trembled, but did not respond then Ra, burning with solar rage, rose to the top of the pantheon and projected the light of trillions of suns onto the abyss, a warmth that should have awakened the myths themselves. But the beast yawned, a black yawn, a rejection of fire, light, movement and it grew the armies fell, not from blows but from the absence of narrative the Shōnen, on their knees, fists still clenched, looked at each other with no memory of why they had fought the narrators lost their voices; some even forgot their syntax The Cartoons, the oldest, the most resilient, stopped laughing; their features became smooth, their eyes dull a void vaster than death, quieter than a blank page, older than the urge to tell a story then came one step, then another and the story, itself, held its breath you, the Author, and the Primordial Mother you did not enter like conquerors you walked as one revisits a dream calmly, far from anger, burdened with a single word you spoke it, you pronounced it. "Stop." a tiny word, but it carried the weight of all languages, and the shadow stopped you didn't shout, you didn't strike, you simply looked and you said."I wrote your worlds so they could live." , "So they could shine." , "Not so they could vanish into inexistence."  you said this without theatrics, just as one states a forgotten truth, and The Primordial Mother, gentle and infinite, laid her voice upon this silence "You believed yourselves vaster than your stories." , "But you are merely children; you mishandled what you unleashed and awakened a bestial entity." no one dared to reply; even the shadow hesitated, and then you pointed The Anti-Everything, which had never received a name "You awakened from your cage because of them, go back to sleep." , "You are a blank page, the one who helps me restore balance in this chaos." , "And I am the pen that regulates and places ideas this is not their place for you." and there, you lulled it to sleep, without light, without needing force, just with words. The End.

End of Chapter 66 — The Other Side of the Word: Divine Intervention.