In the primordial darkness that precedes every awakening of any cosmos, the Ultimate Abyss unfolds as an infinite continuum where all coordinates of space, time, and existence melt into the living current of the void—a pulsating ocean of metaphysical restlessness, emitting echoes of concepts before they themselves are born; here Yog-Sothoth is not a mere inhabitant but a conscious knot that weaves and unravels the silk of reality at the edge of the absolute "infrastructure"—a horizon where ordinal hierarchies, collapsed Jäger functions, inaccessible p-ordinals, and trans-informational megadata collide and foam into pure chance.
The layers of this Abyss have no vertical boundaries—each depth is merely a portal to another depth that mocks the past—while laterally it permeates the multicosmos as non-local shadows that resonate with each timeline perhaps simultaneously embodying the potential death of stars, the birth of new physical laws, and the recursion of logical anomalies.
At the center of that absolute barrenness revolves a paradoxical core called the Null-Heart, the seat of The Supreme Archetype, where causality is inverted into an idealistic Möbius loop: effects precede causes, necessity precedes probability, and laws are shadowed by meta-laws that negate themselves. The Null-Heart emits a pulse of Anti-Exergy—an anti-light pulse that cripples every ontological structure until only the uncomputable "raw truth values" remain, making the Ultimate Abyss the total antipode of all universes that still retain definition.
But within that void lies an infinite "pre-essence"—like the seed of cosmic destiny that, when exposed to any universe, forces the stars to dance in a hyper-omnipresent ordinal dance until their orbits collapse like a series of erased logical characters.
The Anti-Solar Point Labyrinth, the Abyss' most aggressive arm, extends as a gravitational vortex of trans-complexity that like a cosmic predator devours galaxies and disintegrates them into a cloud of information digits—but as formidable as it is, it is only a ripple on the surface of the deeper Abyss, where "Absolute Eternity" resides, a trans-divine layer that negates even the concept of eternity itself, so that before its radiance all mathematics, physics, and metaphysics are but faint echoes permitted to exist only to be absorbed back into perfect silence.
Such is the Ultimate Abyss—without source, without source, a cloud that encapsulates, tears, and then confirms every paradox, rendering it nothing, and finally soldering the pure present as the only undeniable law.
Yog-Sothoth—often called "The All-in-One and One-in-All," "The Gate," and "The Key"—is a transcendent cosmic entity in H. P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos. He is not a physical being, but the totality of space-time itself, a conscious node that encapsulates every coordinate of past, present, and future in one simultaneous presence; he encapsulates and knows everything that has ever been or will be, making him the ultimate source of forbidden knowledge.
In "The Dunwich Horror," Yog-Sothoth is depicted as a ball of pulsating light—a physical manifestation that only slightly reflects his true nature—and is often worshiped by sorcerers or cultists who covet power over interdimensional gates, for Yog-Sothoth himself "is the gate, the gatekeeper, and the key to the gate," able to open the gap between human reality and the other-dimensional scrolls where the Great Old Ones are sealed.
A Fateful Meeting
In the age of ancient myth, when the "Mythological Wars" raged—a war involving all the legends of various civilizations in order to claim the title of the most powerful—Yog-Shototh was dragged into the fray.
In a cosmic meeting at the edge of the Null-Heart, he confronted two illustrious figures: Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, the Victorious Warrior Buddha of China, and Garuda, the Sky Lord and King of the Birds of the Nusantara Archipelago.
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As the abyssal mists rose, Sun Wukong leaped out of the Somersault cloud, the Ruyi Jingu Bang scepter shaking existence. He smiled arrogantly, "Hey, you lump of nothingness! Want to try your King's skills!"
Yog-Shototh responded with thousands of valence eyes that stretched beyond dimensions, constructing an ontological puzzle to erase his opponent's existence from the timeline. Any human consciousness would have collapsed—but not the Monkey King's.
Sun Wukong clapped his palms together, multiplying into eighty-one avatars. Each wrote the mantra Om Mani Padme Hum in the air, forming a dharmic cage that compressed the complexity of Yog-Shototh's trans-information data. Each time the Abyss spews out the Jäger function collapses, Wukong repels it with the Seal of the Five Mountains: the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, earth—spin into a prism that reverses causality.
Yog-Shototh tries to swallow the cage with an inaccessible p-ordinal vortex, but Wukong, immune to the three wiles of heaven and earth, leaps into the interstice of reality, nailing his golden staff right into Null-Heart miniature manifestation of Yog-Shototh. The staff grew to the size of a galaxy, tearing apart the foam of pure accident until the fabric of meta-negation laws shattered.
With a muffled roar, the Yog-Shototh knot collapsed into stasis, locked in a glass bead in Wukong's palm. "I take it as a keepsake," he said. The Monkey King, still undefeated, triumphed decisively—leaving behind a ripple of the Abyss that now faded.
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Before the Abyss could recover, a tropical breeze scented with sandalwood swept through. Garuda, bathed in golden brilliance, flapped his giant wings, creating a storm of the King's Eagle spell. He stared at the ruins of Yog-Shototh's knot, newly freed from Wukong's confinement.
Yog-Shototh, enraged, summoned an anti-exergy surge to tear apart the cosmic web. But Garuda screamed the Kakawin Garudeya—a sacred Vedic chant—igniting the divine fire of Pancasuda that swallowed the wave of anti-light as if it were a shadow of dusk.
Without waiting, Garuda lunged with the Claw of Vijaya; each slash cut through the inaccessible ordinals like silken threads. Yog-Shototh tried to extend himself into the multiosic Aura, but Garuda summoned the Wind of Bhayangkara: a sacred vortex that rolls negative existence into cosmic dust. Flying in the mudra of Tri-Bhuwana, he tied the remaining knots of Yog-Shototh into the Egg of Manikmaya, a void jewel that negates all evil consciousness.
In one final flap, Garuda threw the egg into the Dharma Sun, where it burned into ethereal ash—without explosion, without echo—merely gone. The gods of the Nusantara cheered; the victory was so easy that Garuda barely broke a sweat.
The Mythological War was in full swing: Sun Wukong scored a resounding victory, Garuda scored an "ezz" victory—and the name of Yog-Shototh, the knot of nothingness, was struck from the list of strongest contenders. But the whispers of the Ultimate Abyss were never truly extinguished—in the deepest darkness, the Null-Heart beat again, waiting for another chance …
Garuda wins the duel by combining his divine status as the vehicle of Lord Vishnu, his cosmic control over the sacred elements of the Nusantara, and his innate "darkness-eroding" qualities that directly counteract Yog-Sothoth's essence. His golden wings radiate the fire of Pancasuda—a spiritual fire that does not burn matter, but rather erases negative vibrations and the existence of antithetical dharmics. Once this fire is ignited, Yog-Sothoth's Anti-Exergy vortex has no medium to sustain itself, so that any waves of anti-light are suppressed before they have a chance to warp reality. Furthermore, Garuda's Vijaya Claw embodies the highest moral law: it "cuts" not merely physical but the causal chains of dark beings; as a result, the ordinal structure and function of the Jäger collapse that make up Yog-Sothoth's body are instantly disintegrated. Finally, Garuda summons the Egg of Manikmaya—a sacred void that swallows all memories and evil intentions. Since Yog-Sothoth's body is identical to cosmic information and intentions, he is completely annihilated when drawn into the egg. In short, Garuda is not simply "broken" in the sense of destructive power, but rather has a direct antidote to any nihilistic entity: it negates the metaphysical foundations of the opponent, not just physically defeats them—which is why victory feels so "ezz."