Syllogism

Venus was quietly meditating upon the dark arts of the supernatural, within the center of the Exosphere.

There, she could remain for as much as she wanted to attain enlightenment, for ethernals did not need to eat, drink, rest, or sleep to survive.

Eventually, a very displeasing sound reached her ears, and a nightmarish vision reached her eyes. The self-aware machines had reached this safe space. Her dear home.

She had to put her house in order. And it happened thus.

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Countless deaths occurred from both sides of the war. Numerous ethernals had died, despite being free of death. The Hex could defy reality just like that. Yet, they could not quite deal with three particular individuals. The Triumvirate. They were incomprehensible just like the first ethernal they encountered. Antrax had already killed billions with the might of his sword. Walkure had metaphysically punished millions of them. And Penumbra had vanished quintillions into voidness.

And so, the Hex kept killing the lesser offspring and gaining information on their weaknesses and vital points. They were close to discovering the secret of the triumvirate's powers.

It didn't take long until the spatial tear in which they came from would release a number of fleets bigger than what the three special ethernals could deal with.

"We are doomed!"

"Mother will kill us all."

"..."

When things got cornered, a supermassive black hole the size of a solar system appeared in the middle of the battlefield. From within, came an ethernal with a crown on its head, and wings that waved away truths and principles.

"I am Venus Hekatonreis Vanaheimr. You, who dared step foot at our house uninvited, shall know my wrath!"

Immediately, trillions of hex spaceships had their shape turned into [NOTHING] and [WERE]. They had become nonexistent history.

This happened for every Hex that tried to approach the crowned ethernal. It also applied to every projectile that they thus fired. Ectocausal or not.

Their configuration of reality did not work on her, just like the three other ethernals.

Some more advanced Hex were able to circumvent this effect, but they were soon turned into [INCAPABLE], [IMPOTENT, [POWERLESS]...

The Hex then, with all the knowledge they have gathered, tried a magnum opus. They created a copy of the crowned ethernal.

This copy approached Venus, and they spotted each other.

"Hah! Now you certainly outdid yourselves. When all your cards are gone, what was the last thing you could think to stop me? Of course, Me!"

Then the copy and the real ethernal clashed with each other, shaking the Exosphere.

Venus overpowered the fake by sheer force of will and mastery, for her opponent was just an emotionless machine. Devoid of any feeling of bloodshed, spirit, or true ambition. The copy was as strong, as fast, as swift, and supposedly immune to all of Venus' abilities. Yet, it lost.

How could this be? The Hex could not understand or make sense of it.

Venus was simply that powerful. As simple as that. Powerful to the point of literalistically superseding the literal reason that the fake was equal to hers, and thus winning. It was beyond comprehension.

She operated on unique and different logical systems beyond those of dialetheic and truth-false states. Not only she could tear logic apart like a paper and force paradoxes into truth or lie, but her existence was itself constituted by ℵ-valued logic comprising a boundless distinctive framework. It was beyond illogical.

Then, with the head of the fake in her right hand, she decreed.

"Let it be known that there is no perfect being in this reality other than myself and me alone, for I'm the only one who saw death itself and laughed at its face. A miserable machine would never understand. In truth now I say to all of you, be banished and live in fear, for I am soon going to your home, just as you did to ours today, and will exterminate every single of you with the might of my sword and teeth. For my word is law, and a law that cannot and will not be broken. Let your shape be turned into [EXILED]."

And so it was. The Hex were forcefully cast out of the Exosphere. And the spatial tear from where they came soon ceased to exist.

They would not be able to come back even if they tried. For her law has been said and enacted in truth.

But she was not yet done. There were certain corrections left to perform.