And then, without even moving from his throne, THE Primordial Paradox tapped out with a single finger.
His voice carried across the frozen air of Helheim with weight that made reality itself pay attention.
"You are not whole."
The words were simple.
"Your form is not singular. Your existence is not unified. Your body is not continuous."
Each negation landed with weight that transcended physical force.
"You are not one."
BOOM!
The Absolute body of Impundulu split in half.
There was no attack. No force. No visible mechanism of destruction. One moment the lightning bird was whole, and the next moment it simply wasn't. Its form divided down the middle with surgical precision, each half falling away from the other as if they had never been connected in the first place.
Because according to the Apophasis that had just been spoken, they hadn't been.
