In the real world, the effects of Sakolomeh's Law did not take long to manifest.
Some people, occupied in their daily lives, first felt a strange vibration in the air, a shiver that ran through their bodies as if the world itself was breathing differently. Then, slowly, familiar silhouettes appeared before them, exact, tangible, alive.
A mother in her kitchen saw her child, missing for twenty years, standing before her, tall and smiling. Her hands trembled, she had to sit down, tears flooding her eyes. «… But… it's you… » she murmured. Her child nodded gently, as if to soothe her anxieties, and the mother burst into sobs, unable to contain the emotion accumulated over all these years.
In another house, a man busy working on a project came upon his deceased brother, young and lively, who laughed at a memory he could only recognize. The man remained frozen, mouth open, fingers clenched on his pen, unable to understand that this lost brother was returning to him. Then, overwhelmed, he fell to his knees, tears mixed with nervous laughter, while the room seemed to fill with warmth and light.
Others, less prepared, were completely overwhelmed by the shock. An elderly woman who had lost her husband thirty years ago saw him appear in the garden, intact and smiling. She staggered, eyes wide, and collapsed in the grass, unconscious. The neighbors rushed over, stunned and panicked, but the presence of the resurrected being remained peaceful, motionless, as if not to worsen the surprise.
Some children, returned before the time of the synthesized age, found themselves facing their parents with an age that did not always match their memories. Confused emotions passed between them: wonder, shock, fear, joy — all the colors of a life puzzle taking shape again. And yet, even in the confusion, there was a certain harmony: the family bond, old or broken, reappeared with force.
Workplaces, streets, houses, and parks were gradually touched by this phenomenon. Tears flowed, cries of astonishment echoed, embraces followed one another. The world, for an instant, had the impression of freezing in a mixture of chaos and beauty, as if reality itself was bowing before the silent miracle orchestrated by Sakolomeh.
Above all this, in the divine world, Sakolomeh observed the flow of souls. He saw the coherence of his Law unfold, the souls returning to their loved ones in the desired order, with just enough time for the reunions to be recognizable, touching, and emotionally stable.
Erasa, always at his side, murmured: «… It's… magnificent… »
Sakolomeh nodded, a slight smile on his lips. Even if it wasn't perfect — some were in shock, others struggled to recognize what they saw — everything had come back to life, and for him, that was sufficient. For this moment, the world was breathing again with those who had been lost.
And somewhere, silent but present, the remnant of Sakolomeh-My0x remained there, invisible guardian of the flow, ensuring that Sakolomeh's Law remained intact, ready to intervene if doubt or emotion threatened to break the fragile coherence of the miracle.
In the cities, the newspapers went wild.
Crowds shouted, others wept. Some laughed nervously, unable to understand what they saw.
It was a first.
A miracle, they said.
The dead returning to life — was it even possible?
Was it a collective dream, a shared hallucination, a collapse of reason?
No one had an answer.
So they did the only possible thing:
they lived the moment.
The door opened abruptly.
A man entered, pale, trembling.
— Mister Liuly! Mister Liuly!!
Sally's father jumped to his feet.
— What's happening? Why are you shouting like that?
The man swallowed.
— There… there's someone… someone who wants to see you.
Mister Liuly sighed, already tired, and turned away.
— Tell that person I'm busy. Have them come back later. It's not even appointment time.
— But… but sir… insisted the man, voice breaking, it's much more complicated than you imagine!
Mister Liuly turned his head slowly, frowned.
— What are you trying to say?
A voice suddenly burst in the hallway.
— Get out of my way!
Mister Liuly's blood ran cold.
His eyes widened.
— That… that voice…
No.
It was impossible.
His heart refused to believe it.
The handle turned.
The door opened.
And at that precise instant, his breath stopped.
The young girl stood there.
She hadn't changed.
Not a wrinkle, not a millimeter.
She was exactly as she was on the day of her disappearance — same height, same face, same fragility.
The young girl smiled.
— Still working… huh, father?
His eyes filled with tears.
— Sally… is… is it really you? he murmured.
— Are you real?
— Or am I dreaming?
A melancholic smile stretched the young girl's lips.
— Father… I missed you so much.
He shook his head, unable to accept the evidence.
— But… you're dead.
— Over thirty years ago…
— How can you be here?
A memory then struck him full force.
An old conversation.
A man he had begged.
A name he had never stopped carrying like a silent prayer.
Sakolomeh.
— Did he… really succeed… ?
Sally did not answer.
She ran.
And threw herself into his arms.
Mister Liuly remained frozen for a second.
Then he felt that warmth.
That presence he thought lost forever.
His arms closed around her.
His tears flowed unrestrained.
— You haven't aged…
— You've stayed the same…
Sally said nothing.
She simply held him, as if the world around no longer existed.
Sakolomeh's Law had brought the dead back to life.
But it had not recreated time.
The cycle had simply resumed where it had stopped.
Sally was fifteen.
And she would always be.
Even if she and Sakolomeh had loved each other,
even if their feelings had never disappeared,
thirty years had passed.
Sakolomeh was forty-six now.
He was no longer the child of former times.
And more than anyone,
he knew it.
In the divine world, the operation was complete.
Sakolomeh exhaled slowly, as if an invisible weight had finally left his shoulders. At his side, Bakuzan placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
— I think we only have one thing left to do, he said. Free Samaël… so that order can finally resume its normal course.
Sakolomeh nodded, a discreet smile at the corner of his lips.
Bakuzan observed him carefully, however. There was sadness in his gaze that he no longer even tried to hide.
— From here… we see everything, he resumed softly. Sally has returned. But she returned as she was… much younger than us. Given what you were to each other, it must affect you. You could perhaps—
Sakolomeh shook his head before he finished.
— No.
He paused.
— The best is to let the cycle follow its path. Putting my feelings forward now… it would risk breaking something that has just been repaired.
Bakuzan fell silent. He simply lowered his head, understanding that some decisions required neither debate nor consolation.
Sakolomeh then turned to him, regaining a firmer tone:
— So… shall we do our last mission?
Erasa intervened:
— Won't Azazel try to put sticks in the wheels for Samaël yet?
Leon shook his head, Azazel still perched on his back.
— No. Since he was freed from the remnants of the Resonance, it would make no sense anymore. Keeping the true lord of Hell restrained would serve no purpose.
Bakuzan sketched a dangerous smile.
— And anyway, if he had tried anything… I would have personally made sure he lost the urge.
The worst had already been avoided.
Samaël was in Visnü's domain — the prior state contained in the First Zone, the domain of superexistence.
When Transcendents reached this threshold, they did not become superexistence itself, but derivatives: incomplete expressions. Samaël and Lilith were part of it.
Zeus, he, embodied true superexistence.
This time, saving Samaël had been surprisingly simple.
No one was there to constrain them.
No one to oppose a superior will.
Order was restored.
Samaël regained his throne as Prince of Hell, Lilith at his side.
Meanwhile, the state of the Third Zone continued to fulfill its role: maintaining recalcitrant mythical entities.
This domain, of extreme transcendence, was not accessible to all. Some entities simply did not have the required level to sustain themselves there.
Isissis-3 then intervened.
It artificially elevated their essences so that they could subsist in this plane… but at a terrible price.
Their essence became so heavy that they could no longer bear it themselves.
They ended up no longer tolerating themselves, rejecting their own existence.
And thus, paradoxically,
they renounced on their own any attempt to escape.