Mara and Costs had become the new guards of the knot of the gods, guardians of the fragile balance between chaos and order. Their consciences were now integrated with the strings that connected all the realities, and their perception had expanded beyond time and space. But in this new state of existence, something deep and dangerous began to move.

With their becoming as wakers, they felt a subtle change, like a wave of energy that crossed the multiverse. They had been swallowed by an apparent silence, a pressing silence in the vastness of this new universe they controlled, but this tranquility hid a terrifying truth.

Mara felt an old but familiar presence. Although he watched on the knot and maintained the flow of realities, he felt that another force, even older than the knot of the gods, was beginning to shake. The shadows that haunted at the edge of existence were no longer mere reminiscences of unlimited. They were a call, a voice from such a distant past that no previous wakers had felt it. Yet.

"Do you feel them, don't you?" Mara asked, looking at the Costs. His eyes, once full of curiosity and strength, were now shadowed by a fear that he was trying to hide.

Costs nodded, feeling that restless calling. "They are not just shadows. They are something much older. It's like trying to attract us beyond the knot, beyond whatever I have ever met."

Mara looked beyond the string network that enveloped the multiverse. Each reality, each dimension was interconnected in a delicate way, but somewhere, on the edge of these invisible threads, a force began to act. This was not just a disturbance, it was a awakening consciousness - the old creators, entities that had been present before the strings were modeling reality. Before the balance between chaos and order is established.

"The old creators ..." Mara murmured, her voice seemed to be lost in cosmic vast. "They were not the wakers of the realities. They are the ones who created the chaos and order. They were first of all."

Costs feel their heart pulsing faster. The myths about the old creators were rare, mentioned only in the oldest fragments of cosmic history, before creating the strings and the order of realities. It was believed that those entities had disappeared outside of existence, self-destroying in their internal conflicts. But it seems that they had only retired in an inaccessible realm ... until now.

"If they return, everything will be lost," he said to Costs, his voice full of gravity. "We are not ready to face such a force."

Mara looked beyond the knot, feeling the threads of reality began to tremble. "We are the ones who have to defend the knot. If we do not, there will be no orders. The old creators do not need balance. They are the creators of chaos and order, but in their pure form, they do not respect any law."

As Mara and Costs were trying to understand the nature of this new threat, a breach in the space around the knot began to open. From it there were vague, but powerful silhouettes, each made up of matter and antimatter, blending in ways that defied any understanding. They were bodyless forms, thoughts without substance, but still extremely real.

"Watchtings of the node," a deep voice echo, coming from all directions. "You have maintained the balance for too long. You have restricted what was to be free. We are the ones who existed before the strings tied reality. We are the old creators."

Mara felt her conscience were invaded by their presence. These creators were not gods, as they had imagined in myths, but fundamental forces of reality. They existed before any notion of order or chaos, before the time was linear and the space has shape. And now, they wanted to regain their power.

"You will not destroy what I built," Mara said, with her voice vibrating with strength, but also fear. "I became the guards of the knot to protect the multiverse from such forces."

One of the silhouettes, the most imposing of all, is approaching, and the reality seemed to disintegrate around it. "We are not here to destroy. We are here to release. You have tried to control something that cannot be controlled. Balance is an illusion. Haos and order coexists not because it is necessary, but because they are our expression. We are the foundation of any universe. And you, you are just shadows of our creation."

Costs looked in silence that entity, feeling the space and time bent around them. "If we face them, we will lose," he whispered to Mara. "We have no power in front of them."

Mara knew she was right, but she felt in the depths of her being that something escaped. The old creators had immense power, but also a weakness hidden in their depths. They were linked to chaos and order, but they could not exist without them.

"What if we shouldn't face them?" Mara asked, an unexpected thought by penetrating her mind.

Costs suddenly turned to her. "What do you mean?"

Mara turned his gaze at the knot. "They created everything, but they depend on what they created. Chaos and order are their expressions, but also the foundation of their power. If we can destabilize this basis ... If we can change the strings at a fundamental level, they could lose their influence."

Costs looked around, trying to understand her plan. "If we try to destabilize the strings, the risk is huge. The whole multiverse could be destroyed."

"And if we do nothing," Mara said with a new determination, "they will take everything."

He synchronizes his mind with strings, feeling their vibration in the depth of existence. With only one intention, he began to destabilize them, to change their frequency at such a subtle level that not even the old creators felt what was happening. The strings had begun to behave differently, to change their nature in a way that defied their traditional order.

The entities in front of them stopped, feeling something escaped. One of the silhouettes turned suddenly, and her voice became harsher. "What do you do? Reality begins to break down!"

Mara continued, feeling the strings vibrating under her control. "You will no longer control the chaos and order," she said. "You will no longer dictate the balance of realities. I will deprive you of your power."

As the strings were destabilized, the entities began to contort, losing their shape. The ancient creators felt as the foundation of their existence was undermined, and their power, once infinite, began to dissolve.

"You will not succeed," one of the entities screams before her form disappears in an explosion of light and darkness.

With one last effort, Mara managed to stabilize the strings at the new frequency, and the reality began to resume. But in this process, she and Costs felt like their beings merged even deeper with the knot, becoming part of it at a much deeper level than before.

"I stopped them ... But with a price," he said to Costs, feeling the reality stabilize again.

Mara, exhausted, but aware of their success, whispered: "I have prevented their return ... for now. But the old creators will not give up. They are related to chaos and order, and this conflict has not ended."

They were watching the space around the knot became stable again, but they knew that their fights were far from end. The multiverse had been saved from destruction, but the fundamental tensions between creation and chaos, between order and disorder, would reappear. And, at the edge of existence, the old creators were waiting for another moment to return.

Mara and Costs were now linked to the knot forever, not only as wakers, but as architects of an ever -changing reality, aware that every action of them could determine the future of the multiverse.

But somewhere, in the depths of chaos, another consciousness raised its head, ready to intervene in ways that were still defying their understanding.

And so, the echo of the strings continued to vibrate, announcing new challenges beyond anything they could have imagined.

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