Oh hi! Don't mind me, Just here to silence you

Seraphis was hammering her desk, and by hammering, it was the sort of banging that made her ink pot jiggle like it was debating whether to stay or make a run for it. Her disciple— clearly operating on some chaotic wavelength— had left her something to puzzle over.

And boy, did it need puzzling. The principle he had dumped in her unsuspecting hands was, frankly, a bizarre piece of work. It had more unfinished plots than a ten-season series that got canceled mid-run. But— against all odds— it somehow worked. Sort of. Like a rickety contraption that technically didn't break apart… yet.

"Nihility, was it?" she muttered, squinting at the parchment like it owed her money. Judge, in his usual cryptic manner (She still wonders where he got that cryptic habit from), had said the principle was created by some genius who, in their later years, had gone completely bananas.