The vacuum of the Hyperverse border, once a place of silent, empty death, became a pressurized crucible of conceptual evolution.
Nyx, now bolstered by the absolute authority of the Anchor, stood as a pillar of violet-black fire against the shifting, geometric nightmare that was Yog-Sothoth.
The power flowing into her was not merely energy; it was the distilled essence of ten billion prayers, ten eternities of history, and the iron-clad Law of Hades himself.
Yog-Sothoth sensed the change.
Its millions of iridescent spheres, which previously pulsed with a slow, mechanical rhythm, began to vibrate with a frantic, high-pitched frequency.
To the Gatekeeper, Nyx was no longer a stray variable to be deleted. She had become a rival Law, a "Counter-Script" that threatened to rewrite the very definition of the Gateway.
Nyx did not wait for the Gatekeeper to recalibrate.
She surged forward, her form no longer a humanoid woman but a sprawling, sentient abyss.
