Anansi knew what the way to win was.
The only way to defeat the demon goddess of tyranny was by making her divide from reality.
In other words, she had to make her no longer be rged with reality to thus force her to take a single body.
If that happened, that sa body would be possible to destroy, and therefore she would be possible to kill.
That’s what Anansi had tried from the beginning, except this ti what Anansi would do would be to create a new reality and overwrite it over the reality the Ashura had established.
And for that she needed ti, and spread the reality crystallization from multiple angles and positions.
Just what she was doing now.
Now, Anansi depended on the Lwa buying ti to be able to spread that new "reality code."
The girl, using 6 of her eight limbs, began to weave, faster and faster.
To be able to overwrite a reality as unstable as the one the demon goddess of tyranny had generated, one had to be precise.
After all, her enemy had the advantage of having more power, but above all of using Azoth.
Azoth is a substance that corrupts and breaks the world’s principles and laws, that’s why overwriting a reality over that "ordered chaos" was incredibly difficult.
However, Anansi was a professional weaving realities or scenarios, not only because of her power’s nature, but because of practice.
Her own house was a subspace created by her.
She lived in a simple caravan, however, the interior was imnse.
It had a gigantic library, a research room, kitchen, bedroom, even a garden with an artificial sun, among many other things.
In other words, Anansi already had experience creating other realities and overwriting them.
However, the demon goddess of tyranny herself was also soone with experience in that area.
But luckily for Anansi the Ashura got overconfident easily.
That’s why, now Anansi was safe, able to weave more calmly while the Lwa distracted the Ashura.
Anansi was sure the Ashura could attack at that mont if she made an effort, but that would be admitting she was in a bind.
The Ashura would never do that.
Besides, the demon goddess of tyranny was having fun at that mont, fighting against so many creatures with amazing powers was fun for her.
She was undoubtedly enjoying the battle.
However, the one who benefited most from this was Anansi who felt how each fragnt of crystallized reality she had spread beca bigger and bigger.
Besides, even when the Ashura destroyed a Lwa, the reality fragnt remained there suspended, even though it had stopped growing.
The truth is the reality fragnt needed a Lwa to be able to grow, however, not to exist.
The combat continued progressing.
The Ashura sending showy, almost artistic attacks, while the Lwa responded with a more brute and rustic power.
They weren’t as elegant as the Ashura.
They tore apart Caligo’s body or crushed her with their power.
Then, the mont arrived when Anansi felt she was ready.
"Thank you for your help, my children," the witch said gratefully, as her eyes shone.
At that sa instant, the girl joined her hands in a seal, while completing the reality rewriting ritual.
Each fragnt of crystallized reality stretched, grew uniting with other fragnts of crystallized reality.
Anansi expanded the very fragnt of crystallized reality she was in to complete that process.
That crystalline mosaic network joined with itself, enclosing the Ashura.
"W-what the hell have you done?" the demon goddess of tyranny asked with a trembling voice.
It was the first ti she showed fear in all that the combat had lasted.
Anansi smiled at that reaction, apparently even an Ashura can feel fear when feeling cornered.
"Oh, you shouldn’t worry, it’s just one more little trick... [Library of Babel]," the witch announced seriously, though also with so emotion.
Upon doing so, a great golden radiance erged from her body, flooding all the space.
The Ashura was surprised at that, and before the light reached her, she rged with all the clones she had created before.
Anansi had heard that theory from her creator.
The Library of Babel.
The theory said that if you gathered an infinite number of random information, in it would be all the stories written and yet to be written.
At first when Anansi heard about this theory she saw it with skepticism.
Was it possible to write sothing that hadn’t been written yet? Or write sothing that hadn’t been read?
However, with ti she understood that phenonon occurred thanks to the random information being infinite and therefore, within that randomness all forms of order must be found.
That was the fascinating thing about the infinite.
However, creating sothing like the Library of Babel was unrealistic.
However, Anansi had sothing to base herself on.
The Od’Zohar.
Her creator had created it as a supercomputer, combined with a gigantic amount of divine power.
Of keter.
It was a kind of artificial god created to cleanse Azoth and also to administer certain functions of the floating city Caelestia.
However, while it should beco a guide for the Vanir people and all humanity, the truth is in the end it only served as an accessory.
But Anansi knew how it had been created, and knew that computer was an organizer of randomness and chaos.
Under that sa principle, Anansi created the Library of Babel.
Azoth was the essence of chaos while keter was the essence of order and laws.
Therefore, Azoth was randomness that could be ordered.
Thus Anansi overwrote reality, using Azoth’s chaotic qualities to her advantage.
Besides that, she used the concept of the Library of Babel to enhance her own power.
While it was impossible to invoke infinite stories because the amount of Azoth in the environnt was limited, it was possible to create a few.
The light beca increasingly intense, until finally it began to fade.
Then it was seen, a room illuminated by floating candles, which illuminated the place with an orange light.
However, that wasn’t what stood out most about that place.
Tens, no, hundreds of shelves floated in the room. Shelves of gigantic size, which filled the room.
The floor was ochre colored, and reflected the candlelight.
A sll of new books and incense filled the space, a sll reminiscent of a bookstore.
Without a doubt that place could be considered a [utopia] for Anansi, who was a book lover.
"Wow, seems you made a lot of effort to create this place," the Ashura comnted with so surprise in her voice, though it was an almost sarcastic tone.
Anansi looked at Caligo, who was in front of her.
That was a good sign, apparently her plan had worked and Caligo had to rge into a single body.
At that mont the demon goddess of tyranny was vulnerable, since if she destroyed that body, she would obtain victory.
However, she couldn’t get overconfident either, she was still an Ashura after all.
"Yes, certainly it was slightly complicated to create it," Anansi responded with her usual cold tone, looking at the Ashura with analytical and calculating eyes.
The Ashura, far from looking intimidated, began to walk toward the witch calmly.
Her movents were graceful and elegant, her silver hair waved with each step she took, while the tip of her hair burned blue.
Each step she took resonated in the room, in which there seed to be quite an echo.
The Ashura’s burning eyes fixed on Anansi, not with panic but with amusent.
As if she were enjoying that mont.
"And then you call arrogant? I see, then perhaps I was the one who was mistaken in observing you, it really seed you made a lot of effort to create this place," the girl assured with a feigned surprised tone.
The witch shrugged.
Her lilac hair reflected the calm light of the candles while her eyes were fixed on the demon goddess of tyranny.
Her pupil wasn’t conventional, each one had a different visual power.
"Perhaps you’re not the best at observing, I don’t bla you for it," Anansi responded, completely expressionless.
That comnt seed to slightly irritate the Ashura, however, she decided to control herself.
"Mmhmm, and those filthy creatures you summoned before, where are they? They were fun to massacre," the Ashura affird, wanting to bother the witch.
Anansi felt a pang in her chest from those words.
The truth is it did hurt her to have lost several Lwa in combat, but she wasn’t going to show it before the Ashura, she wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.
"I simply no longer needed them," the witch responded coldly, without losing visual contact with the Ashura.
At the mont Anansi managed to overwrite reality, she decided to return the Lwa to her pocket dinsion.
It’s not that she didn’t trust them, or that she doubted their power, but at that mont it was no longer necessary to put them in danger.
They had done their part, and they knew it.
"Wow, how cold, after giving that speech about how you’re not alone you’re going to abandon them like that? Well, it’s true they would only be a hindrance to you," the Ashura responded, with a look full of malice.
Those words also affected the witch, but she didn’t let it show.
She simply looked at the Ashura seriously.
"They did their part, now I have to do mine."
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