Bakuzan stared at Mü Thanatos, his expression both curious and worried:
"So... there's really no way to break these seals?"
Mü Thanatos let out a faint smile, almost imperceptible.
"Breaking them head-on? No. Absolutely impossible."
She paused, letting the silence weigh for a few moments.
"But... there is a roundabout path."
Everyone turned toward her, surprised. Even Sakolomeh bordered on incredulity.
"Understand this well," she continued calmly, "you cannot force Absolute Resonance to rewrite what it has already validated. It's not a lock that one breaks; it's a retroactive fact integrated into the All."
She raised her hands as if to show an invisible space.
"But what you can do is act before the seal even needs to exist in the Dream."
She turned her gaze toward Sakolomeh, her voice softening:
"Your own code, even partial, can create a 'time-out' or 'system-out' space, a fragment of Dream where absolute logic has not yet fixed its verdict."
Sakolomeh frowned:
"My code...?"
Mü Thanatos replied calmly:
"Since you separated from your other self, it seems you've forgotten something. Your other self will never be in the Dream again, that's true... but you, you are still here. Remember: you are not a mere product of the Dream. Within you remain vestiges of the other Sakolomeh..."
Sakolomeh thought for a moment:
"Sakolomeh-My0x...?"
Mü Thanatos nodded:
"Yes. You possess the same strange code that he used. Admittedly, it is inferior to that of Sakolomeh-My0x. You cannot accomplish the same absolute feats... but you can act on a local level, here, in the Father God's Dream."
Sakolomeh opened his eyes wide, a gleam of astonishment in his gaze:
"I... I have the My0x code?"
Mü Thanatos let out a small smile:
"Not as absolute as the original, but powerful enough to correct the Dream if necessary. It is limited only to the Dream..."
Sakolomeh began to think deeply. So this code shouldn't really be called My0x... he thought. The real My0x has no limits; it acts in the entire Metaworld. What he possessed was only a local null memory, confined to the Dream.
He decided to call it Sakolomeh's Law, for he was the sole holder of this vestige in the Dream. This law could have as much power as the primordial voice of the Father God, and more: it might even neutralize the raw manifestations of the Chôrion echoes in the Dream, without affecting their true forms in the Chôrion.
Finally understanding the meaning of Mü Thanatos's words, Sakolomeh asked:
"You mean... if I use this vestige of the My0x code to rebuild or relocate what is sealed, without touching the seal itself... it could work?"
Mü Thanatos nodded slowly:
"Exactly. You destroy nothing. You annul nothing. You work only with the very foundations of the Dream. Your partial code can memorize, recreate, and reposition souls and beings, without causing the slightest contradiction with Absolute Resonance."
She closed her eyes for a moment, weighing each word.
"It's a narrow and fragile path. Any error, any relative impulse could awaken the correction of the All. But if you act in perfect harmony with your vestige, you can bypass the impossible... without ever touching the seal."
An intense gleam crossed Sakolomeh's eyes.
"So... I can save what is sealed, but only by creating a preserved echo of the Dream, a place where everything has not yet been judged by the All."
Mü Thanatos smiled, this time with profound gravity:
"Yes. It is not brute force that saves; it is understanding and adaptation to the very structure of the All. There lies your only chance."
After this conversation, Erasa finally regained control of her body. With the others, they left the room, walking toward the outside... until they came upon Zar'Khan, who had just appeared, his humanoid form materializing before them.
Zar'Khan smiled:
"Hey, all of you!"
Neru crossed his arms, visibly annoyed:
"Is this really the moment you choose to show up?"
Zar'Khan raised his hands, in a disarming manner:
"I was... busy. With something."
Bakuzan frowned:
"Busy with what, exactly?"
Zar'Khan turned, his gaze sparkling with a mysterious glint:
"Let's go to the World of Myths. I'll show you something..."
The others exchanged incredulous looks, hesitating for a moment. Then, with a fluid motion, Zar'Khan opened a luminous rift before them. Without further delay, the group followed him, crossing the passage into a universe imbued with legends and ancient echoes.
When they crossed the rift, the World of Myths stretched out before them, vast and shining with living legends. In front of the castle of the Heir Dragons, they discovered a scene that left them all speechless: all the Heir Dragons were gathered in the same place, majestic and imposing for the first time.
Sakolomeh, eyes wide open, murmured:
"What's happening here...?"
Among them were Zelongue and Yzolongue, already known to the group. But other dragons, unknown until then, stood there, each radiating an aura proper to its domain:
Cylongue, blue dragon, master of stellar oceans and deep dreams.
Thralongue, green dragoness, protector of sacred beasts and mythic forests.
Vulolongue, golden dragon, lord of pacts, secrets, and treasures.
Nyxlongue, violet dragoness, mistress of shadows and nocturnal enigmas.
Sylongue, white-silvery dragoness, incarnation of luminous song and peace.
Draklongue, gray dragon, guardian of perfect balance between things.
Ixlongue, indigo dragon, guardian of portals and laws of passage between worlds, become an Ineffable.
And finally... Arlongue, the black dragon, the proudest, the most unstable, locked in Erasa's body.
Not forgetting of course Orlongue, the god-dragon, father of all the Heirs, who dominated the scene with his imposing presence.
Nyxlongue and Sylongue stepped forward toward Bakuzan, a complicit smile on their lips.
Nyxlongue said in a cheerful tone:
"It's been a while, you!"
Bakuzan sketched a faint smile and set his eyes on Sylongue:
"I see you've already given birth... He must be big now, your child. It's been years, after all, back when you were pregnant!"
Sylongue nodded gently:
"He couldn't come here. I left him with his father... but someday, I'd like to introduce him to you. I've already told him about you!"
Nyxlongue lightly slapped Bakuzan's back, a glint of challenge in her eyes:
"Hey you, don't forget we have a fight to settle! I can't stand having lost to you... never!"
Bakuzan frowned, but a faint smile formed on his lips:
"I dare imagine you've evolved since then, I hope..."
A breath of wind passed among the dragons, as if the World of Myths itself was holding its breath, ready to witness the rest of the reunions and challenges to come.
On the other side, Yzolongue advanced toward Sakolomeh, a joyful gleam in her eyes:
"You arrive just in time, you know? There's a strange enigma here..."
Sakolomeh frowned, realizing the magnitude of the situation:
"I suppose that's what explains why all the Heir Dragons are gathered..."
Erasa turned her head toward Ixlongue, curious and slightly worried:
"What's happening here?"
Ixlongue replied calmly, his voice resounding with imposing serenity:
"You'll see soon enough... Thanatia."
Vulolongue, the golden dragon, lord of pacts, secrets, and treasures, approached, observing Sakolomeh, Bakuzan, and Erasa with a piercing gaze. Then he turned a proud smile toward Zar'Khan:
"Thanks for bringing them to us!"
Zar'Khan sketched a smile and nodded.
Bakuzan frowned:
"Us?"
Vulolongue nodded gravely:
"You are now the legendary trio, known across several eras. Some see you as a myth, others as a legend. The name of your trio is now... the Trio of Immortal Echoes. You are those who defeated the Abominables with the help of the gods, those who faced entities capable of destroying understanding itself. Even among the gods, your name now resonates as legend."
Bakuzan, Erasa, and Sakolomeh exchanged a look, slightly lost before such recognition.
Orlongue, the God-Dragon, approached, his golden robe woven with complex motifs shimmering in the mythic light of the place:
"I already had the pleasure of knowing Sakolomeh once... but never would I have imagined that you would become a hero across the ages, just like your companions."
At that moment, the great doors of the castle opened abruptly. Salomeh came out, hurried, her features drawn by urgency:
"He's woken up again! Come quickly!"
Sakolomeh frowned, surprised:
"Salomeh is here too?"
She turned her gaze toward Sakolomeh and Bakuzan, her voice firm but full of respect:
"Big brother, you arrive at the right moment... it's you we needed!"
Bakuzan, intrigued, asked:
"Why?"
Orlongue placed an imposing hand on his shoulder, an enigmatic smile on his lips:
"Come... and you'll see for yourselves."