Once the judgnt was declared, it was ti to impose it, and at this mont, from the Scale of Justice’s obsidian-white fras, chains erged.
Ethereal, kaleidoscopic chains unfurled in absolute silence, and each link rotating slowly, engraved not with runes, but with the infinity symbol, endlessly folding into itself.
It was as if every link represented continuity, consequence. and judgnt without end.
Moreover, they moved without speed, yet Whiteness could not evade them as one chain pierced forward, straight through the Void Mantis’s chest!
Furthermore, the mont the chain pierced through, there was no blood or wound; instead, it anchored itself to Whiteness’s deeply hidden, weakened Divine Soul, completely ignoring the protection of his Celestial Astrolabe!
But it was just as start as another pierced his raptorial limb, then another wrapped around the rotating sigil, and another stabbed into the folded-space wings. Each impact produced no sound, only a violent collapse of presence.
Whiteness convulsed as the chains sank deeper, locking into place with unseen clasps that snapped shut around his rank, authority, law, and existential mass, leaving him horrified!
’No...n...STOP!!!’
Even his voice seed to be robbed as his thoughts scread, the suppression surging not as a force but as equalization.
Jacob watched as the glyph in his eyes seed to be flickering mysteriously, and profound knowledge of a peculiar foreign law seed to erge deep within his soul.
At that mont, the scales-like glyphs in his Eyes of Judge suddenly morphed into an ethereal infinity symbol, and the chains pulled downward abruptly!
Thus, Whiteness’s Null Void Law scread as it was dragged, weighed, and compacted, crushed layer by layer as Crown Rings that no longer existed still shattered again in principle.
Whiteness felt everything, as the Higher God status he had achieved after overcoming countless impossibilities began to collapse inward and compress rcilessly toward Jacob’s rank. The pressure was absolute and unavoidable.
Jacob could clearly feel that Whiteness’s innate law and even his physique weren’t being sealed or erased, but it was getting lowered as if a God being dragged down from the divine sky and pulled into mortal earth!
Jacob stood unmoving; the burning symbols of infinity in his eyes burned steadily as Infinity Blood continued to burn through the Scales, fueling the verdict without rcy or hesitation.
Moreover, Jacob wasn’t even paying attention to Whiteness resistance at all, because at that mont, he was completely subrged in that peculiar law, trying to engrave it in his heart.
At that mont, Whiteness’s colossal mantis body began to shrink. The colossal form that had once lood like a cathedral of void did not vanish abruptly; instead, it folded inward, as though creation itself were reversing a grand mistake.
The layered white chitin dulled, losing its porcelain luster. Plates that once overlapped with flawless, godly symtry thinned and simplified, shrinking into a more modest yet still alien configuration.
The veils of armor no longer blood outward with authority, but clung close to a compact, predatory fra, refined rather than overwhelming.
Whiteness’s towering limbs contracted as the elegant, razor-edged appendages that had once refracted no light shortened, their edges no longer capable of severing laws.
They retained their mantis shape, curved, lethal in design, but now belonged to a being bound by limits, no longer absolutes.
Each movent still carried an unsettling precision, yet space no longer hesitated in fear; it rely rippled faintly, as though acknowledging an anomaly rather than submitting to one.
The six wings of folded space were the greatest loss. Those origami constructs of compressed void unraveled silently, collapsing into thin, translucent mbranes etched with faint geotric veins.
They folded neatly against his back, no longer dominating dinsions, but still whispering of their void-born origin when they shifted, leaving behind brief afterimages like scars in perception.
His body was no longer cathedral-sized. It stood only slightly taller than Jacob now, lean, slender, and insectile, yet unmistakably mortal in scale.
The oppressive physical pressure that once crushed the very space was gone, replaced by a cold, unsettling stillness that clung to him like residual frost.
Then ca the most striking change, where the rotating hexagonal sigil, which had once hovered as a supre law-organ, cracked conceptually.
The sigil shrank, slowing its rotation until it descended and embedded itself into Whiteness’s upper thorax, just beneath the collarbone, becoming a dim, branded mark.
Lastly, where there had once been no eyes...eyes opened!
They were faceted and pale, like polished moonstone, reflecting the Infinite Space in fractured reflections. They carried no dominance, no omniscience, only sharp awareness and a restrained, simring intelligence.
Whiteness, now stripped to his reduced form, stood there, his smaller mantis body still beautiful in an alien, unsettling way.
White chitin traced his limbs in clean, elegant lines, and faint infinity-shaped brands glimred at key joints and along his torso, half-hidden beneath the armor, silent reminders of judgnt rendered and power lost.
Right now, Whiteness was a Quasi-Myth Rank Void Mantis, no longer a Higher Law God!
Suddenly, Jacob’s eyes seed to pulse, and the chains shimred before vanishing, becoming invisible as they sank beneath perception.
But they did not leave empty-handed because where each chain had pierced Whiteness, faint infinity-shaped marks remained, burned not into flesh, but into his very existence like brands of judgnt.
Suddenly, the pressure that seed to be pausing Whiteness vanished, and the scythe-like arm that had frozen inches from Jacob’s skull was now utterly devoid of its forr terror and no longer reached him as Whiteness staggered backward.
His aura, once vast enough to make the infinite space trembled was now gone. Even his physical pressure, once absolute, had vanished. Now, the Infinite Space no longer reacted to his presence.
At this mont, Whiteness stood in front of Jacob as a true ’equal’!
Whiteness stared at Jacob’s familiar figure, no longer from the perspective of a God watching an ant, but as a dreadful enemy.
"...What... did you do...?" His voice was no longer grand and imposing; instead, it was small, fragile, and...mortal.
Jacob didn’t answer as the next mont, the Scales of Justice slowly faded, their light receding as the verdict was completed.
The infinity symbols in his eye sockets dimd, returning to burning flas as the final trace of Infinity Blood burned away.
The Infinite Space stabilized, and silence returned.
At this mont, Jacob returned to being himself, but sothing deep within him seed to have changed, as if his mind had evolved, as he looked down at Whiteness, not with triumph or cruelty, but with cold clarity!
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