The War of Worlds


Saga: Arrival to a New World	The War of Worlds	Heirs of the Void

The RP Page for the Phoenix War Arc.

Doom Arrives[]

In one of the MPD Security facilities, a security station is maintaining surveillance of the Gates. Every thirty minutes a check is done to validate the safety of the Gates and the areas around them. Everything has been continuing as normal until...

"Alert, massive fluctuations typical of a large host moving into the Gates has been detected. Recommended Action: Send an Alert to all Agencies and the Government. Repeat. Massive fluctuations typical of a large host moving into the Gates has been detected. Level Five Threat."

"Someone call the President! This one his huge!"

The overseer of the station begins to phone the President on the emergency line.

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The President: *picks up* Yes...

"Sir, we're picking up a Level Five event in the Gates! We think something big is trying to get through!"

The President: *takes a deep breath and sighs* Alright...I'll alert the other Agencies.

"We've already sent an automated alert signal. Should we make a national alert or regional?"

The President: Yes, send a national alert immediately. It's that time...

All across the nation, sirens begin to blare, with the following message:

"Alert, Level Five Threat Detected From the Gates. High Level Threat From Fantasy Detected. Repeat. Level Five Threat Detected From the Gates. Seek Shelter immediately. All Agencies prepare for a possible national emergency."

Everyone across the nation hurry to get to whatever shelter is available while the Agencies begin to get their equipment together for what comes at them.

The security station continues to monitor the situation, but another alert catches their attention.

"Detecting a gigantic anomaly above Arizona! The spacial disturbance is bigger than a whole fucking city! What the hell is this?!"

"Mr. President, there's sensor readings of a huge disturbance above Arizona bigger than a city!"

The President: Leave it to the Administrator...He's already there...

"...Sir, I don't... ...What is that thing...?" Something like dread and awe comes across the phone.

The President: What is it now? Is it them?

"...Sir, what looks like a flying fortress just dropped in over Arizona. It's... ...it's huge! Bigger than New York City at least!"

The President: *rubs his temple* This cannot be happening...Today of all days...Then you know what to do. Have everyone prepare and stand by.

"...You've got to be kidding me! President, order an evacuation of the capital! It seems to be firing at your location!"

The President: *is alarmed* What?!

"It's a high level energy pulse being charged by some sort of weapon! We're scrambling fighters to try and do something about it, but I don't think it'll be enough! Sending a request to the main branch for authorization for an orbital drop bombardment!"

The President: *gets up and leaves the office with his bodyguards*

As The President is making way out of the White House he tells everyone else to evacuate quickly. Everyone scrambles and hurries to make it out of the building.

In the horizon, a staticy white light seems to be barreling in their direction.

The President: Qucikly, everyone get out! We have to move!

Everyone makes it outside including the President. everyone continues to run across the Capital Yard as fast as they can.

As the President makes it past the lawn, suddenly a huge white static blasts everything behind him, throwing him forward and slamming him into a far building.

Looking back, he can see no sign of the staff, or the capital building itself, all that's left is an ominous void.

He goes to stand, but falls down, realizing one of his legs was destroyed in the blast.

The President: *groans in pain* All of it...All of them...Are gone... *tries to get up again but falls.* Gah! *pants* H-hello?!... Anybody?!...*begins to crawl*

A sonic boom overhead can be heard, as off in the distance, a large military style fighter jet seems to be screaming toward the site of the incident, eventually slowing down and landing nearby, and its dropdown ramp opens up, MPD officers in riot gear pour out and grab ahold of him.

"He's wounded! Get him to headquarters!" The officers begin carrying him to the plane.

The President: *continues to groan in pain*

They bandage his leg up, giving him painkillers as they board the plane. Upon securing him, the plan takes off.

The President: Quick! You must alert...The public...They need to know...

"Already transmitting an alert to get everyone into shelters."

The President: *continues to pant* Please, deliver us...

The plane eventually lands at the MPD headquarters, where a huge platoon of armored guards stand in a line to the bunker.

The President: Bring me, Isaac...Bring him here to me...

"Your safety is our priority sir. He's at the bunker already."

The President: Then you know what to tell him.

"You can tell him when you get there." They begin escorting the President to the bunker.

The President: *grumbles and groans*

After a while they reach the central chamber of the bunker, with the full roster of Directors present, Issac at the center of them, all seated.

The President: Isaac, I need you to send your personnel and search for Judah. Once you've found him, bring him to this bunker...If he's alive that is...

"...Judah...?" Issac says slowly.

The President: That man with blue-blocker goggles and has a stroke. He walks with a cane...Has a goatee. One of your fincial contributers.

Issac rubs his eyes. "Oh... right... ...forgive me, I'm tired." He types some commands on a keyboard.

"The order has been sent."

The President: Well, I'm tired and broken, but aside from us having a...Rather bad day so far, we must ensure the security of our government while we're down here. Granted there are very few probabilities that we'll be safe here through the entirety of this situation, as well as the possibilities of any of the candidates might still be living after this, but we must have a plan nonetheless. As you've all may have heard, the Representative Cabinet has been taken down and now we must assign new candidates to the seats. Any suggestions as to whom we trust to allow them to have a position in a seat?

"I'm sure I have very little business with that, Mr. President. Last I checked you were pretty cozy with the MCCP in the political arena. I'm sure you'd love to hear what they have to say over some backwater science facility dabbling in unpopular politics and economics." Issac says evenly. "We only serve the Washington-Oregon-California sector of the country after all."

The President: If I were any cozier, The Administrator would've been your president...Besides...Haven't you seen the broadcast...It is clear now that the M.C.C.P slowly succeeds from our control...Depsite, what you may feel, we all have our ways of solving our problems...You can't stop the other from what what he does just by telling him it's wrong...You have to prove him wrong... Despite this, the matter requires all of our opinions...It is a pivitol matter.

The impassive look fades, with a slightly jaded one taking its place. "No I haven't, President. I've been busy keeping the streets safe because of your fear. I don't have a television anyway. News? I know about that before even the news channels do. What point is there? Besides the point. You're the one who let that happen. You gave them as much authority as they have, so this is on you. The one thing you and the MCCP can't do that I can, is actually back my words with my actions.

If you want my opinion, use common sense for once in your life and stop banking on one plan. The MCCP was doomed to fail, you should have seen that much." Issac closes his laptop.

"Anything else before I oversee the handling of the situation at the Gates?"

The President: Have your men positioned and engage whatever might come out. I banked on the M.C.C.P because of you and every other agency decided to take the backseat to useless! The M.C.C.P have always been ready for action. I aswell the other have banked on them because of their long line of success through-out its entirety. But current events have pushed them...Especially knowing my true allegiance...I do wish I had not given them as much power as I did...But the others...They watch me...They look for anything that would get me kicked out of office...The people will voice who they want to be in charge...someone who will meet their wants. I can name a couple they would voice...I might not back my own words, but the M.C.C.P can...They will...It's too much to envision what they could pull off on their own terms. Being in charge of a hateful nation isn't the easiest job, Isaac. Especially not if I can't voice my own opinion directly to the public without having to get assaulted again.

Some of the other Directors seem to be indignant about his words.

"I've dealt with just a hateful public as you, fool. Maybe that just comes from you not putting your boots on the ground once in a blue moon. Seattle was hell before I took command. Watch your words President, or I'll have you find another person's bunker to hide in." He says coldly. "I'm the sole reason Seattle is how it is now. Like it or not, I've done more than you in terms of combating the hate of this nation."

He stands up. "You know fully well that the Kurk Family has a heavy hand in Pro Mythic politics. If you really want my opinion, ask my father or anyone in our family who has connections, which is essentially all of them. Oh, and by the way. Most of my funding is from my family, not you. We stick together. Government funding couldn't even keep our bills payed."

He walks out, without another word, and most of the other directors leave, save for a green haired man. He and the majority of the Directors present seemed unfamiliar to the President.

The President: *puts his hand over his face out of stress*

"You did sort of had that coming," The man seems to speak with a robotic text to voice communicator. "Issac and you both have similar problems, believe it or not. You should try not to alienate those who are doing everything they can under their circumstances."

The President: I wouldn't have to if I had more options...Not with these unsatisfied people.And a man who once ruled this world...Or was going to...It has always been my fault. I'm doing a shoddy job of doing it.

A man with a walking cane and blue-blocker goggles slowly enters the bunker

"Mr.President?"

The President: *turns towards the man* Judah...My friend...How are you?

Judah: Forget about me, sir. I heard what had happened to the Capitol Grounds on my way here. It looks like your in deep thought.

The President: I am...I want to ensure our possible future. When mankind manages to make it out of this situation...

Judah: I've seen darker ours, believe it or not. This will blow over just like the rest. *begins to walk around the bunker*

The President: You talk of this moment like it's some mere storm.

Judah: In my eyes, it is....Wars always change. Stakes will always be high despite possible circumstances. But you mentioned about ensuring our future. How would you plan to do that?

The President: I was trying to start off with possible candidates for representation, but the other agency directors wouldn't-

Judah: Comply? What for?

The President: They were upset about my over-reliance of the M.C.C.P., my Representatives being anti-Mythology, and my cowardice...

Judah: They are at fault aswell. There were no other options. Not one that could've appeased the people or provided another method of dealing with our problem. They back-seated themselves and the M.C.C.P took advantage of that.

The President: And the privileges I gave them...

Judah: Not quiet. They don't ask for much unless it to increase their effectiveness. Everyone gets pushed to the edge, Mr.President and these Third Worlders have pushed them. Hm. After this the Act might not be approved. Everyone will expect it to happen regardless. Other agencies antagonize the M.C.C.P for their approach. In my honest opinion, they have no room to talk with their lack of inactivity and input into this problem. They've had to work solo for decades with no help from any agency.

The President: That doesn't excuse their behavior and actions when it comes to taking on the myths!

Judah: What behavior? I see them doing their job just fine.

The President: Endangering human live?

Judah: Now I know their talk has gotten to you. When it comes to any mythic threat the situation is already dire.Too many casualties to count. The M.C.C.P are simply countering that the same amount of force they are. You see, I don't understand why they want to look at the M.C.C.P so critically when they are the only ones out in the field utilizing the threat. I don't see anyone else doing that. I don't see any other pro-myth politicians stepping up for representation. I don't see what they could've offered to the field in the first place. And I diffinately don't see why they're so ignorant of the importance of our leader's life. If anything, their the reason you're in this corner. There was no one there to back you up but the M.C.C.P.

The President: .........

Judah: They followed you dutifully too. Have they ever failed you or the public?

The President: .........

Judah: And when have you noticed the difference in their behavior?

The President: ........

Judah: See there? You are too easily persuaded. Especially by the young minds such as these. Who don't know that 'good' is subjective to their ideals.But you've been playing your cards all wrong, Mr.President, but I can't say you didn't try to do your best for your nation. The same with the M.C.C.P.

The President: Why do you support the M.C.C.P so much?

Judah: Those who work deserve praise in my eyes. They've never failed me or this nation before and their the only ones who will do whatever it takes to secure humanity. They put in effort and progress in their work. More progress than the others. Even with the M.P.Ds rise in the technological field, they have yet to contribute much. Besides me and that agency are the same. We're the only ones who will back you up. You see? Every other director from every other agency left you out to dry. Again. Yet me and the M.C.C.P are here.

The President: *shakes his head slowly* The M.C.C.P...They grow out of my grasp...

Judah: Oh. Right. I've heard... That must've been a hard break for you. Here. *reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out some Tic-Tacs* Darn only two left...You want one?

The President: *eyes Judah for a moment before putting his hand out*

Judah: *puts a Tic-Tac in his hand*

The President: *pops the the Tic-Tac in his mouth*

Judah: Since I'm here, I can give you some suggestions on who to choose and it won't be one-sided.

The President: You promise?

Judah: You have my word.

"Mr. President." A voice says from behind him, the intensity strong enough to send shivers down their spines. The green haired man is standing right there.

"It is quite rude to speak of someone standing right next to you. Might I point out that while the MCCP is suspected of breaking and enter our facility and causing critical damage to our off shore facility, engaging in conduct that is self serving, bleeding agents left and right practically on a daily basis at this point, all but committed treason against the nation itself, and even now has failed to respond to the crisis at the gates, we the MPD have remained dutiful in our efforts since Issac came into authority here, and not only forewarned well in advance of a high level attack on the nation, but rescued you from imminent death, sheltered you in one of our highest level facilities, and even now have repelled several assaults across the three Gates, and even more recently repelled a titanic giant from advancing onto our land!

Our cause has been the defense of this nation and will remain so. Mock our dedication and you will pay dearly for it. We brought stability and order back into our assigned territory and have reasonably prospered since, with an influx of those who are eager to serve our cause in the last few months. Not only are we growing, but we intend to serve our country with our finest resources. Something that not even you and your buddies over in the MCCP can hope to dream of, Judah."

Lux walks toward them. "I sense only the highest order of complacency in the MCCP, non of the resolve and strength of the past. But that's another matter for another day. Let us worry about the task at hand, gentlemen. If you really need to ask Issac political advice, you're asking the wrong branch of the tree. Speak with his father on that one. Hmm, look who it is who just checked in. Interesting. It seems Professor Issac Den Kurk of the Northeast Academy has arrived. I wonder who called him in. Oh wait. I did."

A door in the bunker opens, and a man with greying blonde hair and goatee and faint wrinkles walks through, wearing a trench coat and bullet proof vest underneath. He appears to carry a suitcase, and simply sits down at the table.

"Lux and Issac inform me you need some advice, Mr. President. I have many portfolios of able bodied minds who would love the opportunity to serve their country. All of well documented backgrounds and the highest prestige of our school."

The President: *ushers him to proceed*

The Frontlines [Day 1][]

Outside one of the three Gates to Fantasy, multiple MPD jets land and begin setting up a defensive position around the gate, establishing turrets, sniper outposts, as well as several command centers. Issac soon is situated in one of them, with the Enforcers gathered around.

"Listen up everyone. You are going to need to give it your all today. Stick together and work as a team. We don't know what to expect so stay sharp."

"Understood!" Most of the Enforcers bark.

"Any questions before you get to your stations?"

Arnak remains silent.

Torikkumasuta: *raises hand*

"Yes Tori?"

Torikkumasuta: When is lunchtime?

"Worry about that later. In any case, be aware that we've called the other Agencies to get ready and in position, they should arrive in a few hours."

Torikkumasuta: *raises hand*

Arnak squints and shows clear anger when other Agencies are mentioned. "The MCCP wouldn't happen to be among these others Agencies, would they?"

"They will and unless you want to have problems I'd lie on the side of caution."

Arnak growls and nods.

Torikkumasuta: Will we also have a bathroom break?

"If you feel it appropriate, piss on the enemy if it bothers you that much." Issac says. "No more questions. Dismissed."

Arnak sticks with the others as they are dismissed.

Isa walks to the front defenses, as does Simon and Leo. Clare hangs back a bit however, and Issac is overseeing the entire operation.

Arnak joins Isa, Simon, and Leo on the frontlines, dusting off his coat.

"Nervous or excited?" Isa asks.

"Excited. I've never once felt nervous. This seems quite the big deal and will likely be my biggest challenge yet." He smiles. "Its going to be a lovely day."

Isa doesn't seem to share the same sentiments, and seems focused on the gate in front of them. Surrounding the gate is a sense of tension which steadily builds as if something was approaching.

Arnak simply waits to see what could come from the gate, occasionally looking back to Isa and feeling strange.

For the first hour, nothing happens but the air remains tense. Then...

Abruptly and without warning, several huge fireballs burst forth from the Gate and scream toward the assembled forces.

"Here they come!" A soldier shots, as several MPD officers dive out of the way before the fireballs can strike and explode on them.

Arnak quickly looks to the direction of where the fireballs came from, turning his hands into massive razor sharp claws.

Emerging from the gate is a large platoon of energy shield wielding warriors in white armor, behind them appear to be a line of magic casters who launch another volley at the MPD. Behind them is at least forty rows of heavily armored sword wielders.

Arnak tilts his head. "They seem rather primitive." Arnak creates a wall of psychic energy to try to block some of the fireball volley.

"They look different from before. It looks like a new metal armor type... they were red as well last. ...Odd."

The magic casters seem to hang back as the more heavily armed units move in, and soon the Phoenix troops start to charge with the shield wall to lead.

Arnak changes his claw hands back to normal, but then enforces them with bone like tissue that make them look somewhat larger and almost as if he was wearing gauntlets. "This should work better against shields."

The shield line crashes straight into him and several of the others, some are repelled by gunfire and counters from some of the Enforcers.

Arnak smashes his fist straight into the shields, repelling the ones closest to him back.

Torikkumasuta: *flies towards the white troops, trying to cut down as many as he can with his blades*

The magic casters launch fireballs at him, disrupting his flight path.

Torikkumasuta: *flies upward and has the tang of his blades face downward at the magic casters*

The tangs of both blades are tinged with shimmering light until a slabs of light extend from the two blades and heads downwards towards the magic casters

Arnak steps back and sends out a wave of orange energy, and a lot of the shields infront of him suddenly fizzle out, destroying the energy.

The spellcasters seem to glide unnaturally and evade Tori's attacks, now launching lightning at him, using the blades as a conduit.

Meanwhile the sheild wielders whip out katanas with a savage red light and several begin attacking him with high speed slashes. As one is about to slash his calf, Isa joins in with a psychic blade, blocking the strike.

"Got your back!"

All of the attacks instantly heal as Arnak's body reforms, and grins. ""Thank you." His whole body covers itself in dense bone like tissue, looking almost like armor as one arm turns into a large blade, and the other a clawed hand. "Lets repay that." He launches into some of the former shield wielders, cutting them down.

Some of them manage to dodge, while Isa gets a few extra. The ones that get back perform a hand gesture at Arnak, and the places where he was slashed detonate in loud bursts of fire.

As the smoke from the bursts of fire dissipate, he comes out completely unscathed, except for his coat. He looks down and his eyes glow a blood red as he looks back up to the survivors. "You're going to WISH you died at birth." He launches himself onto one of them, finding an opening in their armor and digging into their flesh, and onces hes done with the first he continues moving on to others.

At this time, Simon surges forward, his swipes with his halberd send rows of enemies flying thanks to Arnak's charge momentarily distracting some of the other enemies, and a lion's roar is heard as Leo changes into a lion and charges a soldier, sinking his fangs directly into the victim's face.

Clare meanwhile has gone in mano e mano with her fists, breaking jaws, ribs, occasionally striking the family buisness without mercy, her armor like skin protecting her from their blades.

Torikkumasuta: *flies over the soldiers*

His feathers begin to float down, but the feathers are gleaming red and by the time they land, small explosions go off.

Tori's attack is intercepted by the lightning, and he receives a full hit and is knocked to the ground from the jolt.

Torikkumasuta: Aayyyyeeeeeeeeee! *spins out of control and plumets to the ground*

A black tendril latches onto Tori and pulls him safely to the ground behind Arnak, where the tendril was coming from his back. "Stay to the ground, birdie."

Torikkumasuta: Birdman down...Birdman down...Need...Medic...

"Look somewhere else for one!" Arnak grabs one of the enemies heads and rips it open with his hands. "IM PREOCCUPIED!"

Tori is shot in the arm by a green needle, and when he looks in the direction of its origin, he sees the genetic scientist armed with a sniper rifle. Tori can feel the damage ebbing away.

Torikkumasuta: I-I think...I think I've seen you somewhere before...

Issac observes the battlefield. "..."

Meanwhile a series of soldiers have appeared on higher ground, bearing sniper rifles, and are now taking pot shots at various targets.

Arnak retreats ever so slightly to see how the fight is going.

One of the snipers seems to take notice of him, and a laser can be felt pointed at him as they take aim. The Enforcers are doing well, but their men are barely able to protect themselves against the stronger Myths. They seem like they may soon tire, and fatalities may start occurring if they aren't given enough protection.

Arnak remains still regardless of the snipers, noticing the lasers and a very slight shimmer is seen around him as he spots some of the lesspowerful men struggling against stronger enemies.

A shot is fired at Arnak and Tori from two snipers, while the others are shooting at random targets. They appear to be shooting two bullets at once.

The sniper that shoots at Arnak finds their bullet to be reflected and shot back at them at an even higher speed. Arnak smirks and makes his way to support the soldiers.

Torikkumasuta: *performs some hand seals and a spherical force field surrounds him*

The other snipers take note and begin focusing Arnak. Meanwhile, Isa continues fighting the enemy soldiers, and Simon is dueling with a few as well. The line on both ends seems pretty stable.

Arnak dodges between sniper bullets, occasionally sending some back in close calls. "I assumed this to be more difficult. It appears to be an equally matched skirmish..."

A few have wisened to him, and seem to switch out their ammo with something else.

Torikkumasuta: *tries to navigate through the crowdedness*

Arnak keeps wary of the snipers as he keeps moving and assisting in the frontal defense.

One of the snipers fire at him, the beam resulting from it causes everything in the line to ignite into white flames.

"For FUCKS SAKE." Arnak teleports out of the area and closer to the snipers, making his way towards them.

The ones that see him crouch in a strange stance and draw pairs of hellish red daggers.

Arnak growls and near the ones that spot him, shadow like whips pop up and start lashing at them.

They spring into the air and lunge at him with almost snake like movements.

Arnak does his best to dodge their attacks at they lunge at him while a dark purple haze emits from his mouth and soon starts to fill the area, blurrying the attackers vision and if inhaled, burning their lungs.

They appear to have gas masks on, largely ignoring the attack and continue their vicious assault. The move seems to have lessened casualties.

Arnak manages to grab one by the head and smashes it constantly into he ground before throwing the body at a different attacker.

One gets hit but the last one gets close and personal and begins swiping at him with the daggers.

Arnak makes it his focus to dodge the dadgers, eventually being able to grab hold of their arm and stab one of the daggers into his attacker.

The enemy screams as they explode into red ash. With the last of the snipers defeated, the MPD is able to focus on pushing back the enemy a bit, but they eventually entrench themselves with the aide of their spellcasters.

Arnak goes back down to the front line, assisting the MPD with the spellcasters.

The spellcasters start to show signs of strain.

Arnak starts to laugh. "Oh my, its funny. I expected more but it seems these mages are just going to die horribly!" He continues laughing.

A good number of soldiers start to retreat back into the portal, or off to the sides. Meanwhile Arnak can sense something large is moving through it.

He slowly stops laughing as he senses something large coming towards them. "This... Is a cause for concern." He starts warning people to move back.

"What's wrong?" Simon asks, standing next to him.

"Something is coming. That little army they sent wasn't the last of this attack. It's something very big and I REALLY am going to get pissed."

"Right then. Form up!" He calls to the Enforcers, causing them to all group up. "Let's hope this doesn't end bad."

Torrikkumauta: Squac-!*falls to ground then scurries to his feet* Here!

"It doesn't seem like we have much time to prepare for whatevers coming. Just means a proper challenge." Arnak turns one of his arms into a tendril like spiked whip.

Suddenly a gigantic demon's head emerges from the gate, and soon the rest of him follows, garbed in unholy armor, yet his six pairs of wings are pure gold. He appears more on the lean side, with a slight muscular build. An aura of red fire surrounds him.

"So... you are the ones who defy us... very well. We shall do battle."

He stands up fully, having to lean to walk through the gate, towering high above them. Arnak gets the sense that despite its demonic appearance, there appears to be a noble air about the being.

"I am Yogan, Familiar of Abeni, one of Phoenix's greatest Lambdas! Who shall step for the first bout?"

Arnak's eyes shine with wonder, excitement, ferosity, and caution at the same time in a mere matter of moments. "This giant is much larger than the one I faced in the Oni Tower... And making it fall will be even more satisfying." He turns to the other Enforcers. "However I am not mad enough to assault this one alone."

"You may have a Queen in this gambit but no other."

Arnak sucks his teeth as he hears what Yogan says before looking to Isa. "I'd prefer if you were to assist me then."

"It has been decided." A ring of fire seperates Arnak and Isa from the others, anyone near the Gate besides Yogan, Arnak, and Isa are rejected from the area and moved outside of the ring.

"Now we play." Things turn black, then Arnak and Isa find themselves standing in a strange large field with white and black squares, surrounded by six stone statue like creatures in a ring, with Yogan on the opposite side of the field, with equal numbers of pawns.

"Do you understand what this is?" He asks. "If not, I will explain the rules, as it would only be fair."

Arnak clearly doesn't understand but looks rather curious as he shakes his head.

"How truly pathetic it is that man is so... very well. This is a very liberal form of chess. Since you know it not, adapting established rules to new may be easier on your mind. You are a King. You can move in any direction. Once. You can attack any adjacent enemy on an adjacent square. However, you are not allowed to bring yourself into checkmate. In other words, you cannot move in a way that will get you killed with my next move. Your Queen can move in any direction you command of her as many as you desire. Pawns may only move two spaces on their first turn, and from then on, move only one space. Those are the rock formations.

Now here is the challenge. Hit me three times to best me in this fight, and I shall withdraw. However, every pawn defeated on the opposing side lets the vanquisher upgrade their pawn to become more powerful. Besides that, there is only one thing to keep in mind. There will be traps."

The chessboard a few spaces ahead of them begins to flash from green to red randomly, until they stop and the chessboard returns to normal.

"Pawns will be destroyed immediately if they hit a trap. However the trap will also be destroyed. Pawns will respawn on your turn, but you only have six units besides your Queen at any time as well as yourself. Understand?"

"Its a rather...trivial and strange way to fight but yes, I understand."

I am well aware of my enemy and their limitations... I will never fight at full power until my mistress does so as well.

Black or white? Yogan asks.

"Black. White is too distracting."

"Then I move first." One of his pawns makes two moves forward. "I have made my move. Feel free to move as many as you wish."

Arnak squints as he moves two pawns, one a single space forward and the other two spaces.

When the other moves the two spaces, it hits a red mark that was previously invisible, and causes meteors to fall from the sky and strike random squares, one hits the space of the second pawn and destroys it.

Arnak puts on a face of disappointment and anger.

Yogan moves a pawn toward the space vacated by the pawn, once he does so, a new pawn appears in Arnak's side.

Arnak takes a moment to think before moving pawns in an oddly defensive configuration.

Yogan moves a space forward.

Arnak starts playing in a way where he appears to be trying to draw out Yogan's pieces one by one.

One of the pawns maneuvers toward one of Arnak's, just out of range.

Arnak moves his pawns that are near Yogan's piece in such a manner that most moves will end up in the piece being taken.

Another pawn is moved, further away than the other pieces, into the middle but away from Arnak's pawns. A green light flashes about it, and it seems to animate and draw a bow, shooting one of Arnak's pawns before resuming its idle pose, though it changes into a knight like statue instead.

"Knights can 'warp' forward and backward in an L pattern." Yogan informs him, before ending his turn.

Arnak 's face twists into discontempt. "You couldn't have explained this to me BEFORE the game?"

"I explained that units can evolve, and resolved to explain them as they come. Green tiles when hit give a free action that can be used, well, freely. They're mixed with the traps."

Arnak groans as he starts adjusting his pawns with the Knight in consideration, taking a risk and moving one of his pawns towards the middle.

The pawn trips a red tile, and suddenly a red flare like light flies up, and begins randomly zipping around the battlefield, each time it bounces off something, two more appear, until madness begins to ensue and both sides start taking hits.

"FUCK IT, GOOD ENOUGH! LEAST IT TECHNICALLY HELPED!"

The lights all abruptly stop and explode all at once, blowing up every single pawn on both sides, leaving Isa, Arnak, and Yogan awkwardly staring at each other.

Yogan seems dumbstruck. "I was... ...sure I removed that one."

Arnak's eye twitches. ".....You've got to be fucking KIDDING."

Yogan moves off to the left.

Arnak squints before moving Isa towards Yogan, and tells her to attack him.

Yogan snarls as she scores a hit, then the board flickers, and both sides have reset, though the damage to Yogan remains. Two pawns move forward on his end.

Arnak smiles while he arranges pawns on the offense this time, moving two of his pawns forward as well.

One of the pawns hits a green square and Arnak is presented with the opportunity to use a Chaos Action.

Arnak hesitantly accepts the use of the Chaos Action, and the pawn that landed on the space seems to throw out magic spells that take out two of the enemy pawns before turning into a Bishop.

One of his pawns move forward, only to explode in a pillar of fire, leaving Yogan to scowl.

Arnak moves his bishop back while moving forward another of his pawns.

One of Yogan's replenishes, and Yogan has a pawn move toward the center.

Arnak does the same with the pawn he moved before.

Yogan narrows his eyes before moving his pawn forward, and the tile glows red before an absurd number of flare like lights begin rocketing about the arena again, even faster. This one seems different though, as each piece on the board has a green glow.

Arnak's eyes widen. "What. The fuck. Have you done?"

Both side's pawns essentially annihilate each other, Arnak's Bishop is reduced to one health and Arnak takes a sting from one of the stray lights, but finally the chaos ends, though Arnak and Isa still have Chaos Actions.

Arnak pats himself down when everything settles down. He uses one of the Chaos actions and suddenly his Bishop starts rushing towards Yogan, causing damage to him and remaining enemy pawns.

Yogan sweeps his sword, obliterating the Bishop with his swipe after being hit.

Arnak lets out a laugh.

Yogan seems to growl with agitation. The board resets.

"So, if I get one last hit on you, the game is over?"

"That is correct..."

Arnak flicks a fireball at Yogan. "I win."

The demon gives him a seething look as he is hit, and disappears, soon after the plane they are in collapses on itself, sending them back to the location they were before.

Isa looks at him with a weary smile. "...You did it!" The MPD seems to have quickly cleaned up house since they had disappeared, and are now entrenched, waiting for what comes next.

Arnak falls into a triumphant laughing fit. "Never said that was against the rules. Least things appear to have....gone stagnant."

The gate seems to surge with more energy again.

Arnak's eye twitches. "Isa I think it's time to see whether a bullet to the head will kill me because I'm going to attempt suicide if the energy I sense turns out to be more assholes."

A white haired woman with pale violet eyes and a long brown robe with twin black longswords walks out of the gate, seeming to draw recognition from the vast majority of MPD, though Arnak remembers her from somewhere else...

"....Hold on. Something isn't connecting to the pieces here. How is she with them when...?" Arnak is extremely confused.

She extends a pair of six wings and lunges forward toward the group, swords drawn at high speed.

"MOVE YOUR ASSES AND GET OUT OF HER WAY!" Arnak snaps his fingers as multiple explosions occur next to the woman.

She retaliates with a shockwave that sends them all flying.

Arnak quickly recovers from the shockwave, looking to the other Enforcers.

The sound of choppers whiring and metal moving across the ground can be heard coming from behind

The Enforcers have gotten back on their feet, Clare looks particuarly angry. Meanwhile the woman is merely watching the scene unfold now.

"So, they've come."

Tanks, moving turrets, automatons, and multiple soldiers wearing different uniforms and carrying different types of equipment begin to flood themeselves amongst the number of the M.P.D.

Issac looks at the advancing agencies. "Glad you all showed up. Listen. I want that one captured. Alive. Can we manage that?"

While he says this, Clare recklessly charges the newcomer. "You!"

Arnak scoffs. "The fuck is she doing?"

Something latches onto Clare's leg as she's running.

"Anything particular you are trying to find out of this thing, Isaac?"

"...Confirming a hypothesis on the nature of these creatures. They're not naturally made. Another, more advanced version was confirmed to have assaulted the White House a while back during one of the President's speeches. ...If I'm right, this woman in particular was... ...human. Human, and one of my own agents. I'd like to know for sure."

Tori grabbing Clare's leg distracts her long enough to be impaled in the lung.

"Gu-" She coughs up blood.

"Clare!" Issac yells. "Don't just stand there, do something!" He yells to the others.

Isa rushes in with a flurry of psychic attacks, forcing the angelic being to retreat and done a strange robotic armor.

Arnak makes himself larger than usual and makes extremely strong and heavy bone like growths on his hands, launching himself into the fray.

Torikkumasuta: Oh no, Claaare! *tries to get up as quickly as he can and tries to carry her away

The other soldiers begins to fire bac while some begin to hastily set up the equipment they've brought. Some help Torikkumasuta carry Clare away to a safer distance. They begin to use the medical equipment to heal Clare's wound

The angelic figure seems to ignore Isa and Arnak and is blitzing for Clare.

Torikkumasuta: Oh no! *instinctively covers Clare with his body and performs some hand seals which encases them both in an impenetrable dome*

She leaps into the air and grabs the dome, shattering it like glass, before blasting Tori aside with a shockwave and picking up Clare, choking her.

Torikkumasuta: *gets up and flies himself at the angelic woman and tackles her*

She slashes at him with her spare hand and sword.

Torikkumasuta: *blocks with his own two katanas and charges back at her*

A long tendril like blade whip pasts Tori, wrapping around the angelic figure and quickly pulling her away and another tendril grows from that tendril starts to lash at the hand chocking Clare, making sure not to accidentally hit Clare.

She suddenly drops her longsword, causing a burst of violet slashes to engulf Tori and Arnak.

Arnak quickly heals from the violet slashes and uses the tendrils to slam himself into the woman, but before impact making his body have even more density and mass to it.

Torikkumasuta: *is rolling along the ground squacking in pain*

She is forced to drop Clare, rolling along the ground before getting back up, her headpiece sparks and her red lights flicker.

Arnak takes note and digs his feet into the ground, launching himself at an even faster speed at the woman again.

This time she is ready and blasts him with a powerful shockwave.

Arnak quickly reacts to the shockwave by creating gigantic wings to make it so he isnt blasted back far, and flaps them extremely hard, causing large amount of bone like spikes to shoot out from them towards the woman.

She abruptly launches a towering fireball straight for him.

Arnak fires a somewhat darkened stream of water towards the fireball, completely dousing it as the water oddly almost corrupts the fire as it makes contact.

Torikkumasuta: *grabs one of his cut katanas and flies towards the woman and stabs her in the back*

She seems to freeze, before a pillar of light engulfs her, deflecting both side's attacks.

Arnak eyes turn from oragne to red. "Come the fuck on, why can't she just go down?"

The armor retracts, revealing the woman once more. She appears to be shocked as a voice speaks.

"Well, I believe that's enough toying around. Time for the main event. You've done well thus far Sukimu."

"Toying. Around. Call it toying around and I fucking assure you the only thing I'll be toying around with is that woman's head."

He only hears laughter.

"That voice... ...is the leader of Phoenix..." Issac mutters. "Keep on the look out!" He barks.

"No need for that... but did you really think that paltry invasion force was the real deal? Or did it not occur to you..."

Arnak squints before growling. "Considering you had a giant who could have decimated our front lines to nothing play a fucking stupid trivial game I'm going to say no, it wasn't the real deal."

High above Arizona, the floating fortress suddenly begins to extend thousands upon thousands of cannons, all aimed in various directions.

"Now then... shall I introduce you to the true might of Phoenix? I will give you all one last chance. Surrender peacefully or I will take my sweet time razing everything man has created."

Arnak looks to Isaac. "Not my call."

Issac glowers. "Nor mine."

"Very well then..."

At the fortress itself, Vzark and the scores of Chaos Engines aboard stand before White, pods awaiting them all to be loaded into cannons.

"Go forth to victory."

Vzark quickly rushes to one of the pods, getting inside. "I think I can get used to this, actually."

The cannons begin to fire the pods all across Earth, they slam into countless metropolitan and suburban areas, causing panic to those who had not yet sought shelter. A great number of these pods scream into the battlefield where the MPD and other Agencies have gathered, all around the protected Sukimu.

Most of the agencies including MPD are dumbfounded.

"...What on earth...?"

Arnak prepares himself for the worst as the pods land in the battlefield. "Is the plan still to capture her, Isaac? Or am I allowed to take...drastic measures now?"

Suddenly the pods begin to shake as the inhabitants inside them begin to break free.

"Going to need an answer Isaac."

"If you can, please spare her. She was one of our own." One of the pods break free.

Vzark emerges from the pod, clad in jagged black armor, adjusting his helmet ever so slightly before looking to see the enemy infront of him and then back to Sukimu. "This is going to take a while..."

Arnak grins. "No, it really wont."

Sukimu appears to be grimacing in pain as strange purple crystal growths begin forming on her skin and small horns are growing.

"Please no!" She screams

"Accept my reward."

Meanwhile the other pods are breaking free, and soon Kagerou, Silent Angel, Koruda, Nezumi, Lyre, Tanoshimi, and a male with long brown hair, brown eyes, walks out with light armor and robes adorning them. They appear to be carrying a longsword behind their back.

Kagerou seems to size Arnak up. "I have a feeling this one will be fun to play with. Vzark! What say we do some teamwork! I'll even let you be my sidekick!" He calls out with a grin.

Vzark groans. "I'm fine with teamwork but if it means you doing your annoying hero villain and sidekick bullshit then no."

Arnak is noticably getting annoyed.

Clare's normally blue eye turns a pale, dangerous yellow, and Arnak sees her grow metaliic, silver colored scales on her neck and face, a haunted expression of rage on her face at the sight of Sukimu's pain.

Vzark outs his hand on his sheathed Novas Wrath. "Who're we going for first, then?"

Kagerou has already taken out his chainblade and is attacking Arnak with an overhead slash.

Arnak quickly dodges and retaliates by forming his arm into a blade and quickly taking a lunge with it at Kagerou's stomach.

Kagerou inhales sharply, a white light glowing briefly in his chest before he lets out a jet of white flames at Arnaks' face.

Arnak headbutts Kagerou straight into the bridge of his nose, which oddly enough sends Kagerou back quite a bit. Arnak's face is notably scorched and his eyes look like hes about to go into a frenzy as his burns heal.

As Kagerou flies back, he makes an odd gesture toward Arnak and he feels very heavy all of a sudden.

Arnak changes his mass to offset the sudden change in heaviness, looking to the other Enforcers. "As much as i'd love to im not going to be fighting these assholes alone."

Simon appears to engage with Silent Angel, who greets the challenge with his spear idily. Clark has launched herself in a craze toward Sukimu, Leo has turned lion and lets out a loud roar as he charges toward Vzark. Isa appears to be in a duel with the brown haired CE. Kagerou launches a bolt of lightning at Arnak.

Issac appears to be hanging back, looking at one of the pods yet to open further back in Phoenix's line. "...Something about that one worries me..." He mutters.

Arnak counters the lightning bolt with one of his own before looking to Isaac. "Then we kil-...INCAPACITATE them before that one opens."

Vzark leaps over the charging lion, creating an intense wave of fire at the lion.

The lion simply rolls out of the way, while something incredibly heavy and metallic crashes into Vzark, tearing its teeth into his arm, snarling viciously.

Sukimu suddenly lets out a violent cry of pain as an explosion of violet light erupts from her, blasting anyone close by away.

Kagerou begins slashing at Arnak in a mad, almost unpredictable fighting pattern. Meanwhile, another group of pods open, turning into what look like giant tanks with four legs, and a single, very large cannon on their front. Some begin to lock onto targets, one of which is Tori.

The attacker finds that Vzark is suddenly gone and a powerful slice hits it in the back, with a glowing marking being left behind.

Arnak eventually yells in rage as in the blink of an eye he crouches and sweeps Kagerou off his feet with a kick, quickly standing up and punching him square in the nose. His eyes are noticably red as he pounces onto Kagerou, snarling and barring his teeth.

Flares are shot into the air by special cannons set up by one of the agencies and spread apart into different flares which descend towards the opposing force

The quad tanks aim at the cannons and let loose blasts of light which with just one of the shots, decimates several squads of the agencies with their blast. The other shots begin to rain down on the other cannons, and one is fired on Tori.

The metalic attacker appears to be some sort of caninid machine, which recieved little to no damage from the attack, and turns and opens its mouth, releasing a cone of ultrasound causing intensive pain to anyone within the blast of the cone.

Kagerou is able to bar Arnak's attacks with the same amount of speed, he begins to spark with electricity as he continues his relentless attacks, the electricity making sharp crackling sounds, eventually creating a disorienting noise.

The mark on the robots back gflows as a small star like sphere appears, creating a bright mini explosion that knocks it straight into the ground, abruptly stopping the noise.

The disorientating noise only sends Arnak into even more of an enraged frenzy, causing his attacks to become even faster and stronger as he digs his teeth into Kagerou's shoulder.

Torikumasuta: *sees the flare coming at him* SWAAAAAAAA-! *flies out the way*

Black spike erupt from Kagerou's shoulder as Arnak attempts to bite him, impaling Arnak's jaws and parts of his head.

"Hmm, wonder if I make it worse...?" Kagerou ponders, as the lightning now travels into Arnak's body via the spikes.

Arnak's body doesnt respond to the electricity at all, seeming unphased by it as Arnak pulls his head off the spikes, quickly healing as he juts his claed hands into Kagerou's arm. "LET ME FUCKING DESTROY YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

Kagerou deforms into a black cloud and reappears a bit further off, now cackling with a dark edge as he reforms, his blue eyes starting to turn red. "Oh, this is going to be a fun war..."

From the aftermath of the explosion comes an amythest colored being encrusted in crystal, bearing six wings of lavender light, and an overall dragonic knight sort of appearance. She now appears to have six arms, each with its own black greatsword, each having a violet glow. She begins to approach Clare silently.

The mechanical canine is transported away, but soon following it appears a woman in black armor with red lights on the leggings and arms, with long black hair and blue eyes, over which is a white labcoat.

She scowls at Vzark, before pointing a strange cannon in his direction. "You hurt my precious creation. My name is Geira. Now you die." She fires a beam of high speed right light at Vzark with a scowl.

Horns seem to be poking out of Arnak's head now. "KEEP LAUGHING YOU UNDERDEVELOPED EXCUSE FOR EXISTANCE!" He bares his teeth once more as he launches himself into the ground, dissapearing.

Vzark quickly sprouts large wings and flies out of the way, and once the beam fires he divebombs Geira, aiming his sword at her neck.

Kagerou simply flies up into the air and drops a huge boulder down at the location.

Meanwhile, Geira simply blocks with one of her armored arms, which point small gun muzzles at him and begin rapidly firing bullets at him.

Arnak bursts out of the ground before the boulder can hit, crashing straight through the boulder and destroying it, slamming his fist into Kagerou.

Vzark ducks under the gunfire and knocks her arm in such a way that the muzzles are aimed at one of her robots.

The bullets harmlessly deflect off the canine, and it turns and blasts Vzark across the battle field with an ion discharge from a cannon in its mouth.

Vzark uses his sword to absorb the ion discharge, and the sword glows as Vzark jumps back and sends out a wave of Novic energy hits both the canine and woman, blasting them back instead.

Simon, who has been watching Vzark, suddenly deflects one of Silent Angel's affliction spears in Vzark's direction towards his back while he is doing this.

Geira takes out another cannon, which pulses green, causing her to flinch, before a huge green burst overrides the Novic energy and barrels straight into Vzark's chest with a mighty discharge.

The Vzark that was hit with the spear and discharge fades away like sand. Vzark is no where to be seen.

Sukimu flies at Clare, and suddenly encases herself and Clare in a huge violet crystal, though Sukimu still seems able to move, and begins to choke Clare again.

Arnak takes notice and diverts his attention to the crystal, starting to run towards them as Vzark suddenly intervenes from nowhere, descending from the sky and taking a swing at Arnak, who dodges.

Clare's body begins to grow white scales, at the same time, her eyepatch falls off, revealing her yellow eye, which causes Sukimu to start.

Arnak notices Sukimu's reaction and creates a shadow whip that starts violently lashing and crashing against the crystal, causing Vzark to rush Arnak, slicing through his arm that quickly re attaches and heals, where Arnak counters by turning his arm into a large blade, bringing it down onto Vzark who blocks with his sword.

The crystal, not of Arnak's doing, suddenly shatters as Sukimu staggers back, howling in some form of agony. Vzark hears in his head...

Automatic Distress Signal from the Eta Sukimu Unit detected. Unknown anomaly causing communication interference.

Vzark gets distracted for a moment, and Arnak leaps onto him, biting at his face while Vzark quickly pushes him off before Arnak can do any damage, moving towards Sukimu and looking to the other Etas. Meanwhile, Arnak continues his pursuit, sending out like bone like spear projectiles at Vzark, who deflects them with his sword.

As Vzark gets close, his mind is bombarded with fuzzy data akin to images, images like memories, Sukimu's memories, painful and bombastic, exploding through both minds with incredible violence. His own CE system begins to blare exceptionally loud warnings and alerts, trying to shut it out and drive him away.

Vzark grimaces as he quickly moves back. "Christ, what the fuck is going on?"

Arnak seems confused as well by the panic.

The two of them pick up a massive energy surge beginning as she starts to scream in agony at a pitch almost inconceivable, the sense of danger is looming at incredible heights.

Arnak growls before teleporting to a safer distance, while Vzark sprouts wings and flies to a safe distance as well.

A huge burst of violet light erupts from the location, turning nearly everything within the blast radius into pure crystal. In the center is a hunched over Sukimu, rasping uncontrollably. She slowly rights herself, only to free upon seeing Clare.

"....Clare...?!" She croaks in dismay, using a voice Vzark is not familiar with as she gapes at the petrified statue that was Clare.

Vzark sheathes his sword, but remains cautious as he slowly descends to the ground. "This is a definite problem."

Arnak remains far away.

Suddenly a crazed look comes over Sukimu, and she suddenly locks her gaze on Lux, before letting out an earth splitting roar of feral rage, taking on a nearly completely bepedal dragonic form, which charges Lux at blinding speed, the two hurtling toward a far distance city and are soon out of sight.

Kagerou grimaces. "Uuuuuuuugh. A Lambda going insane of all things. Of all of the worst things to clean up after... Pleaaaaaase tell me we don't have to deal with that..."

"Can't White shut her down? I don't think we're equipped to fight a Lambda and deal with an entire army right now." Vzark looks to the enemy in the distance.

Suddenly a long 'BANG!' issues forth from the unopened pod in the center of the battlefield, a large punch indention can be seen on the surface bulging outward.

Issac can be seen grimacing. Meanwhile Isa and generally most of the Enforcers seem alarmed.

Vzark crosses his arms. "I stand corrected."

Issac sucks in a breath as a few more punches cause the door to fly off its hinges and sail right over the Agencies and MPD, and a red light begins pouring out.

Arnak scowls. "Enough with this useless tension for fucks sake...."

A woman clad in red armor, wearing a demonic helm steps forth, a large greatsword on her back and bears six wings.

Issac narrows his eyes at the sight of her.

"All of you, spread out to the neighboring cities and prepare for occupation. I'll handle these." She addresses the other Chaos Engines.

Vzark nods. "Lady White could you send my dragon through the gate please?"

No need. Sending it from the fortress.

Issac stares at the woman as the CEs begin to depart. "...All of you, leave now and stop them. They can't be allowed to take the cities."

Arnak creates bone like spikes on his body. "Im after the one in black armor." Arnak creates wings of his own and flies after Vzark, who is already long gone.

Abeni narrows her eyes, before launching a huge punch at Issac and the MPD, but to everyone's surprise, Issac manages to block it with his bare hands, though he pants afterwards.

"Go you idiots! I'll be fine!" Reluctantly, the MPD begins to scatter.

Vzark reaches the outskirts of the city he was told to capture, noticing Arnak speeding towards him. When Arnak reaches Vzark, he puts his hands together and brings them down onto Vzark, who turns backwards and kicks in the air to block Arnak's attack. The two descend to the ground quickly, where Arnak lashes out at Vzark, who blocks every blow and smashes his fist into Arnak, sending him flying back as he digs his hands and feet into the ground to stop himself. He gets up and creates a bladed tail. "As much as destruction can be appealing to the eye, I don't think i'll be allowing you to take that city."

Vzark puts his hand to his swords handle, looking down ever so slightly. "You're getting really fucking annoying. Im trying my best to do well and if you make me slip up you're REALLY not gonna like the consequences i'll dish out."

Vzark jumps up into the sky and a large flying reptilian figure can be seen making its way towards both fighters, soon being able to be seen as a large white and gold dragon that Vzark lands on. The dragon roars a powerful screech as it flies idly in the sky. "You really, really won't like it."

Arnak tilts his head. "Absolute. Fucking. BULLSHIT. I'LL SEND YOU AND YOUR DRAGON TO THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL!" He quickly darts up to the dragon, who breathes blazing white hot fire at Arnak, who rushes straight through it, coming out of it above the dragon scorching as he turns his arm intoa large spear like spike, divebombing the dragon, who takes evasive maneuvers by flying out of the way and smacking Arnak with their tail, who shoots the spike straight at the dragons wing. It shakes it off and roars in response, shaking trees from below. Arnak stabalizes himself in the air and fires an Onyx Blast into the air, which explodes, causing thousands of smaller Onyx Blasts to rain from the sky onto the dragon.

Vzark unsheathes Novas Wrath and absorbs some of the Onyx Blasts, causing his sword to glow as he swings it forward, unleashing a large wave of Novic Energy at Arnak, slicing a large portion of his body that quickly starts to heal. He can see in the distance that the horns on Arnak's head are growing larger. He creates two serpent like monsters out of aura that fly out and crash into Arnak, tossing him around like a toy.

Arnak roars and a strange red hellish symbol appears behind him, shattering the aura serpents as he suddenly appears above the dragon, where another hellish symbol appears in his hands, where demonic energy spews out from them, slamming into the dragon and hitting Vzark. "BE GONE YOU WRETCHED BASTARDS!" The dragon roars as its sent completely down into the ground, creating a shockwave as it collides. After the attack ends, Vzark is seen somewhat crouched over as he stands back up and looks at the sky, seeing Arnak with a massive grin.

Vzark put his hand to his forehead. "He really thought that did something." The dragon quickly gets up unscathed and flies towards Arnak, getting ready to send out another wave of blazing fire, where a enraged Arnak sends out anover blast of demonic energy into the dragons mouth, which seems to increase the fires power, making an explosion inside the dragons throat. The explosion causes the dragon to nearly fall right out of the sky, but flies back up at the last second.

"Think I figured out your little geckos weakness." Arnak flies straight towards the dragon, but is promptly smacked by its tail.

Vzark starts laughing. "Doesn't mean you don't have to account for its strengths."

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Arnak's shadow rises from the ground as a complete clone of himself, and they both dart in different directions, flanking the dragon from different sides. The clone deliberately starts attacking the dragon with various attacks, doing no damage but starting to irritate the dragon. Meanwhile, Arnak seems to be waiting for the dragon to open its mouth.

Vzark takes notice and sends out waves of Novic Fire from his sword in Arnak's direction, who angrily dodges them while spewing a constant stream of curses. Eventually the dragon opens its mouth and snaps down onto the shadow clone, causing it to disperse and roars in anger and annoyance.

Arnak teleports infront of it and creates a barrage of psychic spikes that fly straight into the dragons mouth, overwhelming it and eventually making it fall to the ground, defeated. Vzark flies up before it collides. "Motherfucker! You're NOT RUINING THIS FOR ME!" In the blink of an eye Arnak suddenly feels a rush of sharp pain and sees Vzark infront of him, with his sword impaling him straight through the chest. Arnak grabs the sword as it starts to glow, causing an explosion of Novic Fire to envelop Arnak, leaving Vzark unscathed as he sheathes his sword, starting to walk off as a heavily injured Arnak is lying on the floor.

"So much for a last stand." Vzark sighs as a foot slams into the side of his head, slamming him into the ground. Behind him is a fully healed Arnak, with bloodshot red eyes and large horns.

"Not yet. NOT YET. NOT UNTIL YOU KNEEL!" Arnak swipes at Vzark with large claws, but finds himself being countered by Vzark who is now standing up again, slicing into his shoulder. Despite this, Arnak just lets loose on Vzark, slashing at every part of his being, surprisingly doing damage despite Vzark's armor. He grabs him by the neck and jumps up, slamming him into the ground, making his helmet come off as Arnak kicks him across the ground, sending him tumbling. He gets up to a maniacally laughing Arnak, who headbutts him.

Vzark stumbles as he gets up, his head bloodied from Arnak's barrage, breathing heavily. "You said you'd send me to hell. Still feels like im on earth, you'll have to try harder." He puts his sword onto his shoulder. "You...you keep getting stronger. Nothing I can do but cut you down now before....I get overwhelmed." Vzark's voice seems strained, almost unsure of himself. Arnak is idly watching, hands twitching.

"YOU'RE QUIVERING. DON'T TRY TO BE TOUGH WHEN YOU'RE SHAKING LIKE A SAD BITCH!" Arnak speeds towards him and quickly spins, slamming his tail into Vzark who blocks it before uppercutting Arnak.

"I said, TRY. HARDER." Vzark is noticably getting angrier, and as this happens Arnak's speed and strength increases once more. Vzark flies back to create distance between the two. "Im ending this here." A sinister dark purple aura begins to form around Vzark, taking the shape of a terrible, and terrifying dragon. Arnak's entire being is filled with fear, but he only grins like a madman as he appears infront of Vzark, about to stab his eyes with his claws but is parralyzed with fear, violently yelling. His mouth begins to glow as hellish energy begins to spew forward at Vzark, searing his skin. He responds by slamming a powerful punch into Arnak's stomach, sending him flying as he smacks into a tree, spewing up blood. Vzark starts walking towards him, however his aura dragon form breaks, and he collapses to the ground on one knee, breathing heavily.

"You....kneeled." Arnak starts laughing maniacly as Vzark punches him in the face, knocking him out cold. He wipes any blood off his face as he walks over to where his helmet is, dusting it off and putting it on, setting his sights for the city he was ordered to capture.

Conciliation[]

Across the battlefield, various CEs and agencies are fighting one another, though soon after the fighting begins, they are interrupted by two colossal blasts coming from the area around the games.

The soldiers fighting Vzark are stunned. "What could make such a powerful attack?!"

Vzark looks to the source of the noise. "If you must know id say Ab-...my general was the reason for one of those blasts. As for the other...?"

As the smoke settles from the burst, Abeni stands stunned. Issac is standing, perfectly fine, while everything around him smolders from the friction of her attack, yet he seems virtually untouched.

"Hmm. Try something else."

"Don't mock me!"

Another impact shakes the whole region.

"Hey I know I'm meant to kill you and take your city but I REALLY want to watch how that fight goes. Temporary truce?" Vzark crosses his arms.

"I know you took down a whole city block and all... but really? You've got to try harder than that." Issac says impartially.

As Abeni goes to punch at him again, he sidesteps and suddenly kicks her into a mountain, causing it to be obliterated by the impact.

Vzark takes a seat on the ground. "Fucking christ. How are they managing that?"

Abeni comes soaring out of the dust cloud, throwing numerous punches, growing more irrate by the second. Issac's expression doesn't change, even as Abeni's punches miss and like giant meteors, cause huge explosions behind him. Yet he casually and nonchalantly is dodging, until he suddenly sidesteps her again, punching her straight in the stomach and sending her flying over Vzark and the city in general, crashing into a skyscraper. Vzark can see him approaching the city in an idle pace.

Vzark stands up as Abeni flies over head, before looking to the approaching Isaac. "Shit." He takes a defensive stance and prepares for the worst.

Vzark sees Issac take out some sort of communicator, but he can't hear what Issac says. He soon puts it away and continues walking foward.

"You seem scared. I don't know why, I'm a non combatant normally. Feeling rather rusty today." He says, still fairly distant.

I'm not scared. You don't even know what it really means to be scared. Not yet, at least." Vzark looks to the enemy soldiers nearby, back to the skyscraper Abeni hit and then back to Isaac.

"Your general is strong, it must be even slightly worrying to see that happen." His eyes, previously just staring ahead, are now focusing in on Vzark, and he feels an odd intensity that makes his neck hairs raise. Oddly looking at Issac with this look is giving Vzark a vibe akin to Abeni.

"She's probably trying to get her head cleared up, so while she takes a moment, I think it's time for an examination."

Vzark seems to get oddly aggrivated by the vibe hes getting from Isaac. "Abeni has been one of the only ones I've known to truly care for me. I'm not going to let her down here. I'll take a final stand for her while she gets ready if it's the last thing I do, and I know she wont let me fall here." Vzark smiles under his helmet. "You're not even close to matching the severity Abeni gives off."

Issac seems to close the gap between them while in midstep, moving an impossible amount of distance, a huge gust of wind nearly blows Vzark back, they're now face to face, and Issac raps Vzark's helm hard with a finger.

"Oi, you should ditch that thing. You'll get hurt."

Vzark remains still, hand already down to the handle of his sword. Vzark's eyes can be seen strongly through the visor of his helmet. "You should ditch the tie, could get caught and choke you."

When Issac's finger next taps the metal, a lightning bolt is discharged into Vzark and he gets sent flying back a bit from the sheer power of the voltage.

"Hooligans wearing metal armor in this day and age. What are they thinking besides volunteering as mobile lightning rods?" He says, nonchalantly. "Question, kid. Where do you come from?"

The shock itself does not damage, and the pushback from the bolt ends up being less than Isaac expects. "You don't have Ele- nevermind. And I'm not sure. Does it matter?"

"Hmm, so you do have a defense against elements. Just had to check." The development seems to not faze the human at all. The scientist seems to be scanning Vzark, as if looking for something.

"That armor is annoying, take it off. You know what will happen if I decide I need to remove it myself."

"Your voice is annoying, please shut the fuck up. But I might take off the armor if you just surrender yourself, your army, and your cities. Good deal?"

For some reason, Issac smirks. "Oh, I'm not scared of you. In fact, you should be very afraid of me. You have no idea who you're dealing with." He doesn't move, save for his hand, which he extends toward Vzark.

"If I had to guess... you're German."

Vzark tilts his head slightly but takes a step back after seeing various strange and unknown flashbacks in his mind. ".....Im....half German half....Slovakian? What does that mean.. ?"

Without warning, his helmet comes soaring off his head, and lands in Issac's hand.

"Opps. Think it blew off. What a shame." While he says this, a slight smile appears on his face, the shadow of awareness in his eyes as he observes the reaction.

The smile grows into a faint grin. "So then... how are you made?"

Vzark scowls. "Give me back my helmet, and you're not getting any more meaningless information from me you prick."

Issac notes a nearby AMU. "Fetch!" He tosses the helmet at the machine, and it catches it, running off at top speeds. Issac has a most unholy smirk.

"Maybe if you give me more 'meaningless information' I'll let you have it back."

"Fuck you! Wretched metal dogs, almost as wretched as you. You're NOT getting anything else from me."

Issac studies him intensely. "Something different about you. The others all seem to have a consistent theme. Something special, perhaps? Or just coincidence...? Maybe the white and red haired ones all are related...? ...Wouldn't want to see that family reunion."

Issac starts approaching him again, this time a more serious air. "Oh pipe down and let me examine you. So childish these days..."

"You're the one that keeps talking and going on about examaning me, the fuck am I supposed to do? Lay down quietly? You're a filthy fucking creep." Vzark takes a few steps back.

Issac suddenly closes the gap and kicks him in the stomach, sending him tumbling onto the ground, but no lethal force was applied, though it does end up stinging pretty hard when he tries to get up.

Suddenly before the kick can connect, Vzark is behind Isaac with his sword drawn, but refrains from attacking. Vzark takes a large jump back. "You really are a ripe cunt, you know that? Ficken schlampe." Vzark blinks. "What did I just say?"

As he jumps back, Issac grabs his neck and slams him to the ground, smashing his foot into his stomach.

"It's called German. It's a language from Earth. Now it really is obvious. You really were one of us. I just have one more burning question..."

Vzark creates a controlled explosion that blasts Isaac off of him. "Take your question and shove it down your throat."

Issac blocks it with his arms, and even then, he seems only minorly roughed up. "...That's not the best you can do. You're not fighting like your heart is in it, are you?"

"If I fought like my heart is in it you'd only use that as an opportunity to gather data, wouldn't you?"

"If you were fighting me sincerely, then you'd be casting doubt on my theories. However your hesitation and reluctance to fight has only provided me with more data than you realize."

Before Vzark can react, Issac is gone, only to appear behind him and is striking at the back of Vzark's neck.

"Let's confirm something."

Vzark's CE mode activates and he immediately jets off into the distance.

Issac watches him fly off. "Well, that pretty much confirmed it." He glances toward the skyscraper as it glows crimson red.

"...Annnnnnnnd round two," He mutters, as he barely dodges a beam of crimson light.

Vzark lands far off into the distance and his CE mode deactivates. He comes out of it extremely angry, before yelling and creating a gigantic explosion, devastating the land around him and leaving a massive crater as he lies down inside of it. "...Wonder what other germans were like. Or Slovakians..."

In the distance, more frequent and aggressive explosions can be heard off in the distance.

Vzark slowly gets up, putting his hand to his head. "I want my helmet..."

The battle between Abeni and Issac has sped dramatically, both in a flurry of movements. Finally, Abeni nearly punches him, but he is almost too slow to evade, and he grimaces.

"Finally, you look like you're slowing down a tad." Abeni remarks.

Vzark simply watches from afar, waiting for the end result.

The two continue the punch fest, when finally Abeni unleashes a huge wave of fire, catching Issac off guard and knocking him near Arnak. He manages to douse the flames, but is still harmed.

"...That stung..." He looks at Arnak and puts a hand on him, beginning to heal him. "Snap out of it."

Arnak slowly begins to wake, mumbling softly to himself. "....The fuck...fuck happened?" As Arnak gets up his memory backs to him and he clearly gets angry. "I took out that fucking dragon for nothing? Absolutely fucking bullshit." He looks to Isaac. "You're looking worse than I do."

"Hardly. A light singe won't ruin my day. ...There. Get going out of the area, and help the other agents if you can in getting them and the populace out of here. They will regret this day."

Arnak hesitantly nods. "Ill also make sure no one else has gotten themselves killed. Don't be a dumbass and try not to die." Arnak creates wings and flies off, speaking quietly. "Isa best be doing well."

"...He does realize I'm his boss right...?" He says as he dodges another powerful wave of fire, barely.

"Quite cruel hearted aren't you? ...Though your face is familiar some how, it's bugging me."

"Can't imagine how." Abeni coldly retorts, sending another fire wave.

Arnak looks for one of the other Enforcers.

Meanwhile Issac and Abeni continue their duel, though Issac is quickly starting to tire after a few more hits.

"...Your face... it's bugging me now too..." Abeni growls. "Who are you?"

"Just a partially deaf man." Issac replies non nonchalantly.

Abeni delivers a punch straight to Issac's stomach, and sends him hurtling into a crumpled heap, blood pooling from the site of impact.

"Finally that bastard is down..."

She hears chuckling. "...Still alive?"

Vzark has been sitting down and watching the fight in its entirety. "Guess its over." he gets up and fixes his hair, slowly making his way to the scene of the fight.

Issac struggles to his feet, but has a strange smile on his face. "Good fight, but I'll take my winner's trophy now. No hard feelings, might want to look up," He remarks, before he and the still transforming Clare disappear in a flicker of movement, meanwhile, Abeni draws a blank, and eventually starts to look up.

Vzark stops walking and looks up as well, sucking in his teeth.

High in the sky, a faint 'light' streaks across the sky, while a second, much brighter and larger one barrels at them, upon seeing it, Abeni instinctively creates a barrier of sigils, but then pales when she realizes Vzark would be left exposed, and so instead, dives to tackle him to the ground, placing herself on top of him as a shield, just as the payload from the orbital satellite smashes into the ground at maximum terminal velocity, creating a huge thermal detonation and shockwave that causes massive damage to all of the surrounding cities, flat out killing several hundred Chaos Engines caught up in the blast.

After the light, heat, and shockwaves calm down, Vzark's ears are completely shot, blood pouring from them. Aside from an incredibly sore sensation across his body, he feels largely intact. Then he feels drops of blood dripping onto his face, from what looks like an incredibly injured Abeni. She coughs up blood next to his head and collapses on top of him, most of her armor shattered and part of her spine shattered, the missile had struck her directly.

Vzark feels chills throughout his entire body when Abeni collapses, barely able to speak in shock from what happened. When he does start to scream, he can barely hear himself through the ringing in his ears. "ABENI!" He attempts to get up and after a few failed tries, lifts her off of him and gently sets her back onto the ground, afraid of causing any more damage to her. He can barely make out any words when he continues to yell, a few sentences such as "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE THEY DONE?" and "PLEASE BE OKAY" being mixed together in pure distress.

All around him, the battlefield is ablaze from the thermal blast, bodies are strewn across the shattered battlefield. He notices a white light appearing not too far away.

Vzark takes a short glance at the white light, before carefully and gently picking up Abeni with some difficulty, his body still almost unresponsive from the shock. "Don't leave me..."

The white light fades, revealing White and Nezumi, who walks up and leviates Abeni, before gliding off with her, a healing aura around Abeni.

White meanwhile looks at Vzark, and taps his head, the bleeding stops and his hearing is restored, along with a light amount of healing.

"Return to the Gate and await further instructions," She say, immediately turning and heading off toward one of the destroyed cities.

Vzark almost gives a delayed reaction and nods. He sprouts wings runs off, and sprouts wings, flying and making his way back to the gate. He notices his dragon flying overhead in a different direction, towards the flying fortress. He eventually makes his way back to the gate, staying rather quiet as he walks through the encampment.

A Cat's Nine Lives[]

Arnak soon finds Leo brawling with Kagerou, who seems quite bored and is clearly toying with Leo, who is getting rather pissed despite his visually evident wounds.

"Least this one doesn't have a fucking dragon. Arnak quickly reaches the fight between the two. "Doesn't look like things are going too well here."

"Wanna lend me some help? This lunatic seems more your piece of work than mine." Leo huffs.

"Gonna be honest. Got my fucking shit kicked in by some purple haired cunt. I need some stress relief so i'll be glad to help you fuck this bastard up."

"Ahh!" He ducks from a rather bored punch from Kagerou, more meant to end the fight out of sheer boredom.

Arnak cracks his neck as shadow like tendrils whip out of the ground and start slashing towards Kagerou, in which Arnak gets Leo to step back as he fills the area with a dense purple mist.

"Oh, it's the other short fuse. Let's have a bang, eh?" He says, slashing the tendrils with his blade while blowing away the mist from him.

By the time the mist is gone, Arnak is already in front of him and about to slam his elbow into the side of Kagerou's neck.

Kagerou grins and blocks with the flat of his blade. "Oh what's your name villain? I never asked."

Arnak sucks in his teeth. "Things aren't that black and white you dumb fuck."

"That's not very nice..." He says as a jolt of electricity pops through the blade.

The electricity does nothing to Arnak and he headbutts Kagerou, pushing him back as Arnak creates a sword of his own out of his hand.

Kagerou doesn't seem affected, and instead lobs a fireball at him.

Arnak creates a barrier of psychic energy to block the attack, rushing Kagerou as he swings his sword arm at his shoulder.

Kagerou ducks to the side and stabs at his side.

Arnak covers the side of where he was hit in a hard bone like armor, retaliating by grabbing Kagerou's arm and throwing him onto the ground.

Kagerou rolls and easily rights himself, still smirking. "Not bad..."

"Keep acting like you're evaluating me and you'll find your organs spilled from your body so help me!" Arnak snaps and multiple small explosions occur around Kagerou.

"Oooooo fiesty." Kagerou cuts the explosions apart, launching sound waves of high pitch at Arnak.

Arnak clearly responds baddly to the sound waves, and his horns grow larger as he eyes get more bloodshot. He slams his foot into the ground, causing a large shockwave in Kagerou's direction, shooting up stone straight at Kagerou.

Kagerou slams his foot into the ground as well, canceling it. "Such a grumpy tiger~" He taunts.

"Such an annoying cunt!" He waves his hand across and various psychic blades appear, darting towards Kagerou.

He smiles, and the blades warp and implode before reaching him.

"Buaaak buaaaak bauwk bauwk!" Kagerou clucks. He readies his two blades for an attack.

Arnak's horns start to grow even larger as he rushes Kagerou, bone like armor covering his flesh as he pounces at him.

Kagerou parrys his blows.

With every blow Kagerou parries, Arnak's attacks noticably gets faster and faster, eventually starting to break through Kagerou's defense.

To Arnak's surprise, Kagerou's defense remain solid in spite of the speed increase, and Kagerou stops merely blocked and begins making counters, first small, but then Arnak has to jump back to avoid a slash to the neck.

As soon as he can, Arnak rushes back in, with his speed still continously increasing, not only that but he starts creating two pairs of extra arms to help him attack.

Kagerou swats him aside with an enlarged black hand into a nearby hill, and just as he is about to charge, Leo lets out a roar and kicks Kagerou straight in the jaw, completely dislocating it and causing a significant amount of blood to pour from his mouth, the Chaos Engine lets out a deep, dark growl, a black cloud of energy surrounding him.

Arnak just laughs maniacally as he gets up and sees the blood pour out, horns growing ever larger. As quickly as possible, he stands his ground and small tendrils enter the ground and pop out onto where the blood splattered, absorbing and taking in the blood.

About this time, the jaw realigns itself seemingly by its own accord, and the black aura of energy gains a red tint as Kagerou disintegrates both blood and tendrils with white fire with a blast from his mouth, and a blood red humanoid dragon towers in Kagerou's place, he can hardly see the CE within. A low growl emits from him as he closes the distance with blinding speed and swipes him with his powerful arms, blowing back Leo and Arnak through a building or two, and about this time, the light of teleportation magic can be seen on the roof of a distant building...

Dagger of Ice[]

In one of the surrounding cities, hail begins to fall, causing severe damage to buildings and vehicles, easily bruising those who don't take shelter.

A tall figure walks out of one of the buildings and looks up. A large chunk of hail seeming to curve in the air away from him.

Above the city, a white armored figure stands on a slab of ice, the storm seems to originate from him.

"All humans and myths of this city: you now belong to Phoenix. Resist, and you will be punished." At his words, a towering wall of spiked ice erupts around the whole city. Around the tall figure, the majority of people are being knocked out by the hail.

"Everyone, get inside a building, and those who can try and help those who can't." The figure hurries towards those who have fallen and as he runs nobody around him get hit by any hail. He picks up one unconscious person and carries them into the nearby shelter of a clothing store.

Some of the hail in the vicinity begins changing into small icy daggers at even higher speeds.

None of the daggers ever touch the figure, they seem to just bend away from him like he is in an impenetrable bubble. This bubble starts to appear over those who are unconscious. "Please, anyone who can carry someone, do it. We need to get these people to safety," he calls to people.

The armored figure above seems to notice, suddenly kicks the slab into the city, dispensing a huge blizzard upon the whole city. The tall figure finds himself slowing down as ice begins to form on his shoes.

"So that's how you want to play?" The tall figure bends over double for a few seconds, before the blizzard around him suddenly explodes outwards and all snow is forced back into the air by eight feet and all the unconscious people within his vision are suddenly lifted and pushed towards shelter. The figure then slumps to the ground as the blizzard is able to continue swirling around him.

The figure is now speeding toward him, launching a dark looking bolt of energy, which silently races at him at incredible speed, fast even for his heightened senses.

The figure on the ground shifts ever so slightly to the left at the same moment a manhole cover hits the energy bolt midair. "I wonder what this will do."

The manhole slams into the ground next to the tall figure with such force that it makes a small crater and shakes the whole street, meanwhile the figure from the air has landed, growing six angelic wings.

"I told you will be punished for resistance." His hand is on his sword, an arctic gale blowing straight at the tall figure.

"Saving innocent lives counts as resistance? My apologies, I had no idea." A small smirk starts growing on his face as he thrusts out a hand towards the white man. "My name is Maxim Cale. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The angelic being's eyes narrow. "...Are you mocking me...?"

"Only if you wish me to be. I simply offer you a chance to show you aren't an all out bad person." Maxim smiles fully. "A chance to prove you show respect to those you attack rather than just a hateful destroyer."

His eyes narrow at Maxim, before he slashes at him with a huge wave of ice blades from a icy shortsword.

"Good and evil have nothing to do with this conflict. In such as word as this, there are only survivors."

He attempts to deflect all the ice blades away while simultaneously pushing his own body as far back as he can.

The winged being surges forth at incredible speed, moving progressively faster and faster at an abnormal rate. At the same time, he fires more strange dark orbs at Maxim, a deadly serious expression on his face.

Maxim narrows his eyes slightly and suddenly all the snow and ice in the area converges to create a barrier in between the two.

The first orb hits and causes the barrier to collapse, just as the second propels itself forward still toward Maxim. Maxim also notices there are two of the angelic being now, identical in weight and overall energy signature, moving at the same time.

When the barrier shatters the Maxim is nowhere in sight.

The being doesn't stop. "No human can move that quickly, nice try." A large shadow begins to loom over several blocks.

Some snow is packed to form the words Not without Telekinesis, no along with a winking face.

The being closes his eyes. "Gods but humans are dense..." He says as a huge increase in mass inexplicably occurs in a huge area, slowing Maxim to a walking speed if not even slower.

"You'd be surprised, we can be very versatile and definitely persistent." He waves from a nearby second floor window.

The looming darkness gets heavier, around that time, the building begins to shake, as does many others, as cracks begin to form on them and the streets. Lyre silently looks up at him, as part of the ceiling caves in the building Maxim is hiding in.

Maxim runs to the other side of the building as fast as he can, blasts a glass pane out of a window and jumps through it.

The building collapses almost immediately after, followed by the thunderous collapse of countless buildings within the area, all in a perfect circle spanning several blocks, the angelic being at the center.

It is now midnight black even though it is supposed to be mid day.

"They should hire you for demolition crews, you are very effective." Maxim keeps on the move.

A massive ice meteor slams into the area, entombing a large section of the city in huge sheets of ice. The angelic being appears on the very top of the ice flow, looking rather bored.

"Figured he would at least look up."

A large chunk of the meteor cracks off as it lands and Maxim is left unscathed. "I don't need to look at things to know they are happening. Why do you think I was running as far as I could?"

The angelic being suddenly flickers and disappears.

"I don't suppose you could satisfy my curiosity while we fight?" Maxim is moving his head around quickly to view as much of the area as possible.

An intensive feeling of cold looms behind him.

Maxim turns around and jabs a hand straight forward into the intensive cold area.

An incredibly cold, painful sensation tears through his whole arm and most of his body as an icy blade rips through his hand and lower arm. He feels the arm in question go completely cold and limp.

Maxim's jaw visibly strains due to the pain. "Th-that was a bad idea then." He puts his other hand up to his neck and loosens his tie slightly.

The angelic being is already advancing again with his shortswords.

As his opponent nears Maxim's hand suddenly moves in a precise and well practiced gesture ending with his tie wrapped around his enemy's neck with Maxim behind him.

They flinch, before narrowing their eyes and strange, black armor encloses around the being, giving them a twisted appearance and forcing Maxim to release him as they fire a strange cannon blast at them, destroying anything in the blast's path.

Maxim pushes himself to the ground and rolls to the side as he narrowly avoids the attack. "You are really starting to annoy me now. And I hate being annoyed with things I don't even know the name of." He glares at the ankles of his opponent and he pulls at them as hard as he can with telekinesis.

"Intensifying Absorption Field." The being says in a mechanical voice as a strange energy envelops and begins expanding rapidly around them, eating away at anything it touches.

Maxim rolls to the side again and using the momentum pushes himself up into a crouched position, then he fires a strong telekinetic blast towards his opponent and pushes him sideways to redirect the attack.

The sphere of energy isn't budged, instead it seems to warp and distort the attack itself before tearing it apart and growing larger. The sphere seems to be causing very significant rippling in even the air and ground, as though the image of the world was being distorted akin to an event horizon.

"Starting to wish I'd taken astrophysics instead of nano-materials." Maxim mutters to himself. He uses his telekinesis to try and push everything out of the sphere's path. "If this thing can't eat anything, it won't grow. I hope."

The armor has parted, revealing a strange cannon, which seems to be absorbing the energy field, a high pitched hum is audible.

"If it can part.." Maxim uses his Telekinesis to push the armor back together in an attempt to crush the cannon.

The cannon has not been affected, his telekinesis is starting to be dulled or even blocked by an opposing force. The cannon has almost completely absorbed the energy.

"Life was so much simpler when all I had to worry about was the laws that managed atoms and how they connected." Maxim takes a moment to examine his injured hand.

Something seems to roughly shove him to one side as a massive beam blasts where he would have been mere seconds ago, and when the blast dissipates, a shimmering void can be seen in the air where the beam was.

A woman with bluish hair drops down next to him, holding a sheathed sword in hand. "Go, get the civilians out of here! This entire city needs to be evacuated immediately!"

"About time someone showed up to help." Maxim straight away goes to usher civilians away from the city, getting able bodied people to help the weak and injured.

Further behind, the woman seems to be fighting off the attack with some success, though she seems to be attacking with invisible strikes, and her blade is drawn, only no actual blade is visible, just a hilt.

"This day keeps getting weirder and weirder." Maxim continues to get as many out of the city as possible while applying his medical knowledge to help as many as he can.

The woman holds the strange angelic being for a while off, until finally she is launched back by a barrage of ice boulders, nearby Maxim.

Having gotten most civilians to move away from the city, Maxim rushes to the woman's side. "You alright?"

"....Peachy..." She grumbles. "He's strong."

"Definitely not just some thug. What do you suggest doing?" Maxim helps the woman to her feet.

"Holding out for a while longer. I assume Issac has a plan to deal with the invaders. Can you cover me?"

"Bastard broke my tie so I'm weaponless. I could just throw stuff at him though." A bunch of rubble starts floating up.

"Really would be helpful." She grips her bladeless weapon's hilt tight.

"Yes ma'am!" Maxim salutes and then starts throwing the rubble towards their opponent.

The angelic being seems to be very annoyed and slices the boulders, only to dodge the girl's attacks.

Maxim continues to throw everything he can pick up at the being. "Just surrender already! I'm getting tired of fighting." His face starts to frown.

Isa's attacks finally land a hit on his wings, knocking him down for a moment.

In that moment Maxim slams down a huge piece of a wall onto the being. "Stay down!"

Isa looks at the wall as it starts to budge. "Think it's a good time to move out before he gets out."

"Ok, you're the boss." Maxim follows the woman's lead. "By the way, my name's Maxim."

She swiftly and efficiently makes her way through the city. "Officer Isa A. Lee of the MPD."

Maxim keeps up and uses his telekinesis to move blockages out of their way. "Oh, full titles? Uh. Dr. Maxim Cale, PhD."

"Do you live around here?"

"Nope, I technically live in China, but I haven't been home in 8 months."

"China, huh?"

"It's where I met my wife. But, I'd rather not say anymore. Painful memories." Maxim puts on a sad smile towards Isa.

She shrugs. "Don't expect you to."

They make it a decent way out toward the city's edge when they hear a loud boom from the direction of where they left.

"Damn, that guy is tough. I've never seen anything like it."

"Indeed... there's many of them in the battlefield... we're getting reports of strikes all across the world."

"There's more of them? I hope you guys have a plan to stop these guys."

"Figure out what they are for one..."

"You don't know what they are? That's very reassuring."

"They're a very new threat. The Director has a few ideas."

"So, it's be preferable to keep any bodies, or if possible capture them for further study?"

"Ideally but easier said than done."

"Then one of the first things we need to find out, is how to subdue one."

"Our first task is getting away. This one is stubborn."

"Do you think getting out of the streets would be wise?" Maxim points towards a nearby subway entrance.

"We can try, if it gets us out of the city."

"I memorised the layout of this city and its underground network. I doubt we can get outside the ice wall using the subway alone but it could make the journey to the edge a lot quicker if the tunnels aren't blocked. Plus we wouldn't be directly visible to our icy adversary."

Another loud bang can be heard. "Then let's go."

"Alright." Maxim goes straight down into the subway towards the tracks. "I looked up the infastructure of the city before visiting, and there are three ways we can get to the edge of the city from this station. Straight down the train tracks taking the 5th door on the left, continuing down the tracks, or taking the 8th door on the left in the opposite direction."

"Go as you wish. I'll follow."

Maxim heads down the tunnel and turns at the 5th door to open it. "This leads to a service tunnel and acts as a shortcut to the next track over."

They can hear banging above ground, Isa simply follows him, casually surveying the area.

"Reckon he's looking for us? Or is someone else kicking his ass?"

"Probably looking." She replies simply. "...I wonder..."

Maxim attempts to open a door but it doesn't move. "What's up?" He places a hand against the door and it suddenly splinters into pieces. "One day I'll actually bother to learn how to lockpick."

"Wondering about a particular one. It resembled a... ...an old friend."

"Hmmm. Mimicry based on opponent memory?"

"I doubt it. It felt... ...odd. Like she was there, but heavily... ...repressed. I don't know how to explain it."

"Sounds more like it was engineered to be like your friend, which suggests prior knowledge of you, or they used your friend as a template."

She just shakes her head and keeps moving on.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking out loud here."

She doesn't respond as she walks, as another loud bang can be heard.

"Think he'll find us?" *Maxim glances up at the roof of the tunnel.

A wave of frosty air drifts in their direction. "Let's hurry."

"We are almost to the furthest point in the tunnels, so we will have to surface soon."

"Right." She seems eager to leave.

They reach a large bend in the tunnel that seems to go back on itself. "This is the furthest point from the center of the city that we can reach from the tunnels. just around this bend is a door leading to a service tunnel for the sewers nearby, we can use a ladder just inside to climb out. Or, we could just blast straight up and climb out here. Your choice."

"I'd prefer not to attract attention."

"Ok, to the sewer hatch!" Maxim leads Isa towards the service door.

She follows Maxim, glancing behind her a few times.

Trying to open the door fails. "Don't suppose you know how to quietly open locked doors?"

Isa unsheathes her 'blade' and begins cutting through it.

Maxim appears relieved. "Stealth was never my strong suit."

"You learn a thing or two."

"Hopefully I will learn learn soon. I'll read a book on it."

"Some things can only be learned in the heat of the moment." She succeeds in breaking open the door.

"I suppose so. I haven't really had to deal with combat before a few months ago." He walks through the door and turns the corner, finding a ladder which he tests the strength of with one hand.

The ladder seems sturdy enough, and in the distance, they can hear the roof collapse in a loud boom.

Maxim climbs to the top of the ladder and places his hand against the manhole cover at the top. "Thought it would be. No matter." A muffled crunching is heard and the cover slowly lifts up, cascading snow and ice down onto Maxim.

Isa follows quickly, but below they can see ice growing on the walls.

Maxim moves his head around quickly and sprints across the snow towards the nearest building, leaving a few compacted snow footprints for Isa to walk on.

An explosion of spiked ice erupts behind them, shaking the ground.

Maxim speaks to Isa in a low voice. "I think he's closer than we first thought, any ideas?"

Before she can say anything, the enemy bursts from the ice and charges, sword extended. However, before he can reach them, he is cleaved across the chest by a huge halberd, and is forced to retreat further away, snarling. The owner of the halberd stands in front of them, a tall white haired man with a black cloak over his uniform, which is clearly of the same make as Isa's.

"You two alright?" He says, not looking back at them.

Maxim looks to Isa. "I think so. You two know each other?"

"He is Officer Simon. One of my fellows at the MPD."

Simon despite severely wounding the enemy, also seems like he is quite battered. He is keeping a firm eye on the enemy ahead, who is clutching their wounded chest.

"Ah, thought something like that would be the case." He looks towards the newcomer. "You look like you've been in fight already."

"Yes, a much stronger one as well. I don't believe this one is cut out for enduring an attack like that."

The enemy flickers and disappears in a flash of light.

"Yup, he's gone."

Maxim looks down at his injured arm. "Still left a damn mark though."

"We should get out of here. The boss has something big planned."

"The boss?" Maxim looks intrigued.

"Issac Kurk, the director. We don't have time, we need to go." Simon says, walking off.

"You don't mind if I come along with you guys?"

"The invitation was assumed."

"Oh good, I don't really want to find out if Jack Frost comes back."

Isa follow Simon onward.

Maxim follows them both.

Crystal Wrath[]

Explosions rock the city as Lux evades a huge crystal blade that demolishes a skyscraper.

"Persistent... why do you hunt me down with such vengeance?"

Another blast rocks the area, as Sukimu chases after him with a roar.

A man get in her way and wraps his hands around to hold her still.

'Stop! Please! It You know it doesn't have to be like this!'

"He's the one!!! The one!!! He did this to her!!!" Sukimu roars, thrashing with incredible power to send shockwaves throughout the city block.

The man continues to hold her still the best he can

'Then his time will come, but it is not today.'

She begins to scream in feral rage, and begins to glow incredibly brightly.

"There aren't a lot of things I can say to make you stop. You have choices to make, but I don't want to see you like this...'

A massive violet blast engulfs the city block, encasing it in violet crystal.

"What more do you want me to do...'

She charges one more at Lux with a crystal greatsword, roaring in blind fury.

The man grabs the hand that is holding the handle and stops her. He then taps her hip and she falls to the ground.

'No more...Please...Cease for my sake...'

She spasms from the attack and forces herself up, unleashing a huge shockwave causing large damage to countless buildings and sending Lux flying.

The man grabs her from behind and has her in a full nelson

Her body grows violet crystal spikes.

The man sprouts wings from his back and begins to emit a blinding glow. A pillar of the same light shine down from above Sukimu and the violet crystals around her break off. She finds herself unable to move.

Sukimu lets out another feral scream, this one more desperate, as the organ on her back begins to sprout her armor.

Sukimu begins to slowly levitate in mid-air until a loud booming voice comes from the sky, "Be Free..."

She seems to start hyperventilating.

"You need not to be afraid, my child..."

"Have to... have to... have to..." She tries desperately to break free.

An tranquil feeling comes over her and she soon finds herself loosing consciousness

World on Cusp of Madness[]

Across the desert landscape, distant explosions can be heard, echoing like peals of thunder, faint flickers of elemental power and various other magical abilities can be seen broadcasting their ire for their enemies. Two figures faint in the distance can be seen dueling, mere faint specks in the backdrop of the harsh sands.

Within the skies, a sleekly designed ship is looming over the battlefield however easily out of range from any form of attack, it seemed to arrived out of nowhere yet made no sound or notice of its arrival. Within the ship, in the command center there are two people looking at a semi-transparent screen projected onto the windscreen. It's showing videos, images and text about Earth itself and on a seperate screen, is displaying the battle below. One of the men, dressed in a full black suit with light armour plating with yellow detail is examining the battle, eventually sighing.

"So we finally find a suitable place and it seemed our information is wrong, unless this is just a small skirmish... Your thoughts on this?" The man in the suit seemed to be asking the other man beside him.

The man beside him, notably less armored but wearing a flak jacket like vest, dressed in black and a few teal accents whistles in sight of the fight. He quickly tightens his pony tail and inputs a few commands into a holographic interface on his brace. "Probably nothing too big. Although theres definitely quite a bit of power from the two, don't you think?" He scratches the back of his neck. "We should probably take a look. Besides, its been boring with you on this ship."

"I don't think we have a choice but to check, and I'm glad you value our friendship." The man responds, a tone of humour as he orders some of the crew to cloak the entire ship. The man opens up a compartment which contains a powerful looking magnum, he picks it up and loads it up with ammo. "Be sure that we are far enough from the combat, I want you to see through your scope and to define any possible targets."

"Don't need to tell me to do that, been itching to see the world through my baby. I mean, a new world. You get the idea." The man presses a button on his interface coming from his bracer once again, and a rather high tech looking sniper rifle materialzes from it. "As for targets I don't think anyone but those two madmen fighting would be out here though. This place sucks."

"Hey, don't judge this planet for this place only, they have lovely customs like..." The man looks at the screen, what's currently displayed should not be spoken about and causes the man to reluctantly sigh. "Yeah, this place may not be worth it but we have a job to do."

"This planets currently in some sort of racial crisis, don't know what lovely customs you're on about. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna fuck up the first job ever on this planet. When we go back home I'm gonna brag. Nonstop." He lets out a laugh. "You ready?"

"Oh I can't wait, I'll be sure to drown myself in alcohol to cancel out the noice. I'm ready."

"That shit'll kill you, just watch." He teleports them both down to the skirmish a reasonable distance away.

The man opens up a device that's implanted on his glasses, he sifts through information while looking around. "Keep an eye on the main two, ok?"

"Mmmmmmmhm." Nihil crouches and looks into the scope of his Fallen-Angel, tracking the fight.

After a few more moments, the man looks in shock as he turns his head towards the massive explosion that just happened in the city. "...Well that's unexpected, Nihil, aim your scope towards the city, tell me what you can see."

"Didn't even get a chance to see the other two, but fine." Nihil turns towards the city and checks it out with his Fallen-Angel, noticing the three extremely powerful figures absolutely devestating the city and each other. "....Can we go to a different planet?"

"It took us two years to get here, I don't think we have a choice." The man pulls out a small device similar to the Holographic Storage Cube except it's a small handheld device, much like a watch. After a moment or two, the device digitises a small drone to keep track of the current fight in the battlefield. "You still didn't tell me what you're seeing."

Nihil sighs. "I'm seeing three monstrous people annihiliating a city and each other. There's....something familar, about them."

"Hmm..." After a few moments, the man starts walking towards the city, giving a 'come on' gesture to Nihil.

Nihil takes a running start before jumping up, a black and teal hoverboard materealizing beneath his feet. He cruises down towards Razeth and the city.

After a moment, they notice the light and the city being eaten by darkness. Razeth slightly staggers back to fully grasp what he's seeing before continuing to walk. "...I can tell by what you meant by familiar."

Meanwhile, in the nearby city that's currently being used as a playground for Arnak and Kagerou, Drake appears on one of the taller buildings, giving him a complete view of both the battlefield and this little fight. "Right... I'm here now, so now what do I do?" He sees Arnak and Kagerou fighting, and a dark smirk grows on Drake's face. "Or rather... Who do I kill." His wings stretch out as he clenches his fists.

Arnak continues his laughter. "WHAT A FUCKING WONDERFUL RUSH!" A similar dark aura to Kagerou's is forming around Arnak.

Kagerou slashes him, still at a great distance, with a cutting edge of light.

Arnak uses a shield of shadow that shatters the light, and completely enters the primitive state, rushing Kagerou once more.

Kagerou chuckles darkly. "You have no idea whose powers you're messing with..." Arnak's vision begins to turn red.

Arnak leaves a tendril that separates off of him and has it dig into the ground, giving him constant vision of the area. A large black hand similar to the one Kagerou swatted with him before grabs his face and slams him into the ground.

The tendril does nothing, as a sensation akin to static takes over his mind before he can hit Kagerou, and when he snaps back to awareness, the black hand has impaled Leo in the stomach, who is coughing up a lot of blood.

While Kagerou is reveling in his power, a small pebble is launched and smacks the back of his head.

Kagerou hardly seems to really care, more focused on Arnak. "I'll deal with you later, old coot."

Drake audibly sighs and lands behind Kagerou by a few feet, he glances at Arnak, noticing the Primitive state then looks at Kagerou who's also in the same state. "So it's not the egotistical bastard, but rather the poor imitation who I'll have to kill..." Drake suddenly appears right behind Kagerou, his voice changed. "And like you've mastered what was given to you." One quick telekinetic strike later and Kagerou is blasted forward so that he's between Drake and Arnak.

Kagerou flies up onto a building, his red dragonic eyes narrowing, a black silhouette against the blue sky. "Couldn't wait another minute then? That's just like you, Drake."

Arnak rips his hand from Leo and glares at the new contender. He surprisingly is able to keep control of his mind in Primitive state, speaking. "Don't FUCKING INTERFERE."

Drake looks at Arnak and lightly chuckles. "That's a neat little trick you have there... And I don't like going into this often but." A faint black aura forms over Drake, his eyes clearly showing through as Drake's voice shifts. "Nothing. Beats the original... Now I suggest you stay out of this now, this is between Kagerou and I, unless you want to get hurt as well."

Arnak only laughs. "You've made a mistake coming here. You're letting me gain an even better version of this form? FUCKING FANTASTIC!" Arnak's dark aura creates another hand and they start clapping.

Arnak is sent into the ground briefly until a large crater devastating the surrounding city blocks blows him back out from the force of Kagerou's drop kick on his head.

"Weak." Kagerou flies above the devastation.

Arnak teleports out of the way and behind Kagerou before the kick can connect. "Slow."

A large hand grabs him from Kagerou's back and begins slamming him multiple times across the city, a number of craters dot the landscape after this.

Before Arnak can be smashed the first time, a red demonic symbol appears on Kagerou and suddenly Arnak and Kagerou switch positions, with Arnak slamming him countless times as Kagerou intended.

The two feel an oddly powerful pulling force, before they can react, they're suddenly being launched towards Drake, who's smirking as his claws extend outwards. "Pathetic." Just as the two get close enough, he impales one claw in each of their chests. He then throws the two into the same building then slowly raises his hand up before throwing it down, causing the entire building to collapse in on itself and to bury both Kagerou and Arnak under it.

Kagerou emerges rather quickly, the building being repelled from his body. "How do you plan on beating me this time 'daddy'? Going to hide behind another angel? Hmm, don't sense one."

The entire building rubble incinerates in a hellish flame, turning into ash as Arnak rises from it. Arnak growls as the ash gains a large red marking over it, similar to the one that was on Kagerou and it suddenly all rises and starts flying towards Drake, morphing into pure demonic energy.

Drake visually glitches as he counters with a large enough wave of primordial chaos, altering the demonic energy into kinetic and chemical energy... Which promptly causes a massive explosion, Drake suddenly flies through the smoke and dives down on Kagerou.

Kagerou blocks with his sword, and his aura begins to blacken.

"Do you mind not being a cunt and make your mind up?"

A sick smile can be seen as Drake's eyes narrow and Drake grabs the blade and yanks upwards, leaving Kagerou's side exposed as Drake quickly spinkicks his side.

Kagerou lurches back from the blow, but the aura completely blackens and a large black claw rakes Drake's face.

Drake jumps back but is still clipped by the attack, he sees a few drops of blood before looking at Kagerou. "That's cute..." The face slowly heals, as does the shredded hand as he smirks once more. "I think I miss the other one... At least his ramblings were entertaining, you on the other hand." Drake's lunges forward and strikes Kagerou once more, a jab across the cheek then an open palm strike to the chest. Kagerou's aura slightly distorts at the collisions. "Are just plain rude..."

Kagerou moves distinctly faster with his sword and blocks the jab and strike to cheek and chest.

"You seem to forget you needed a baby to save your ass from a beat down. The high and mighty act doesn't suit you."

A sudden slash across Kagerou's chest spurts out a bit of blood, Kurai tightly gripped in Drake's right hand as he laughs. "What's more embarassing, me needing the baby to win? Or the person who was beaten by the baby? And trust me, it won't be the same this time." Drake and his aura splits in two as he quickly turns to one side of Kagerou while the aura throws a threw strikes, taking the chance, Drake once more attempts to impale and slice Kagerou in two.

As Drake and his aura split, Kagerou doesn't aim at them, but rather, the ground, and a massive explosion of superheated plasma erupts from the epiccenter, scorching both Arnak and Drake as it sends both flying, a good section of the city section they were in devastated.

Kagerou stands in the blast center with a heavy shroud of Primitive, looking as though it is developing into a draconic figure.

Arnak is able to snap his fingers, and with the added power of Primitive he is able to destroy the superheated plasma that would otherwise hit him with gigantic explosions. He seems extremely angry, likely due to the fact he was out of the fighting. Arnak mimics the same draconic figure with his primitive quickly speeding towards Kagerou and creating arm blades coated with demonic energy and begins slashing at Kagerou.

Kagerou strangely turns blue.

In one of the higher floors in one of the few standing skyscrapers, Drake dislodges himself from some furniture and walks to the edge, he sees Kagerou changing colour and sighs before jumping down.

Arnak continues his attack but for a split second turns red, and a small shimmer of light is barely seen through it.

All around Kagerou for a significant distance turns white, and then a large swath of the city in the direction of what looks like a sword swing begins to glow white as well, before a thermal blast engulfs the area around Kagerou and the area affected by the slash, followed by a huge kinetic force that powderizes the buildings hit and sends them crashing into the remaining parts of the city, while essentially the entire city is up in flames from the raw thermal heatwave.

Arnak teleports away before it hits.

Kagerou lets out a low growl before letting out a powerful roar, taking off at supersonic speeds into the air in search for him, flattening what little buildings stood in his immediate vicinity with the force of the take off.

As Kagerou is flying, Drake speeds above him and puts Kagerou into a full nelson lock. "Like hell I'll I'm letting you get away!" Drake's tail wraps around Kagerou's legs and the two suddenly dive down straight into the ruins of one of the skyscrapers.

"I'm impressed, you aren't fooling around like before. Goooood~" Kagerou shocks him with powerful lightning. "But don't you think we should save this for when we kill the runt~?"

"Why would I fool around with the bastard that prevented me from saving her..." The lighting surges around Drake, he's visibly flinching at the shock and eventually lets go, standing back up to glare at Kagerou. "Cut the shit and stand up."

He does, lightning still sparking off him. "Who...? Oh, the fairy. Orders are orders cap'n."

Drake's gaze unfixes, his hand tightly grips Kurai as he unsheathes the blade. "How pathetic, following orders like a drone..."

"Besides old man cap'n. I get the killer side from you. If you'd like, you can have White stick a lovely dodad in your neck, see how much you preach about being a drone then."

"Funny you say that, because there is a way for you to not be a drone... However that does mean killing you and then reviving you." Drake suddenly speeds towards Kagerou.

Kagerou side steps and attacks with spikes of concrete.

As the concrete is swung at Drake, he slashes it in half with Kurai then lariats Kagerou.

While he takes the hit, Kagerou returns fire and kicks Drake in the throat with his heel.

The kick forces Drake to take a couple of steps back before growling and rugby tackling Kagerou through another concrete collum and to the floor, delivering punch after punch.

Kagerou kicks Drake in the stomach after their land, huge claws forming out of his fists as he punches back at Drake.

After a few direct hits from Kagerou, Drake's tail wraps around Kagerou and tosses him around then throws him up into the air. This gives Drake the chance the jump up and slam his knee directly into the chest before grabbing him by the neck and diving down into a steel bar that's sticking up.

Kagerou chuckles darkly. "Trying to die together? Romanticism is for weebs. You can die though." Black spikes impale Drake in kind.

Drake's eyes suddenly widen but slowly narrow back down, then he faintly smiles before spewing the blood from Drake's mouth onto Kagerou's face, blinding him for the moment. With a clenched fist, Drake strikes down on Kagerou's face, passing through the aura.

Kagerou just smirks at him. "Not that it's my buisness really, but how exactly do you intend to save that girl? White fucked her up you know. Shame really, if I could control myself, she'd be my kind of girl too. Heh heh. Poor bastard you."

"Watch your fucking mouth, kid." Drake slowly stands up, holding Kagerou with his tail once more. The tail squeezes some blood out of Kagerou before throwing him across the floor again.

Kagerou flickers, then reappears next to Drake and punches him straight off the skyscraper and down onto the ground, and causes him to land on Arnak.

Arnak quickly looks up and punches Drake straight in the spine, sending him back up in the air, where Arnak leaps up to and is about to bite Drake's neck.

Drake quickly turns and instinctively puts his arm out in front, making Arnak bite that instead. He then headbutts Arnak and grabs both his arms, Drake places one knee against Arnak's chest and falls straight back down.

A large grin appears on Arnak's face, and suddenly Drake can realize that the primitive he was using is now exactly like Drake's. Arnak laughs the whole way down and takes the knee. He grabs his face and quickly gets up, smashing it into the ground.

A few seconds pass before Drake handsprings back onto his feet, he looks at Arnak. "Another fake..." He growls and rushes towards Arnak, kicking up and launching debris at him while doing so.

Arnak snaps his fingers and creates multiple gigantic explosions that occur right infront of Drake, with some shattering space and creating glass like cracks, where demonic like arms start reaching out and grabbing at Drake from them.

Within a few seconds, a massive shadowy aura grabs the arms, keeping all of them restrained while Drake visually glitches and coats his hands in some sort of chaotic energy. He sprints rather animalistically and jumps in the air, only to dive down and slash at Arnak with his claws.

Arnak does the same and blocks with his own chaotic energy coated arms.

Drake picks Arnak up and powerbombs him through some concrete then attempts to grab Arnak's leg.

Right before Drake grabs his leg, Arnak teleports behind Drake and suplexes him into the ground, getting his head stuck as he turns around and lifts him out, throwing him into a building.

The building slowly begins to shake before large pieces of it is launched right towards Arnak, including steel bars and chucks of concrete.

Arnak releases a wave of chaotic energy that turns some of the large pieces of building into water, where Arnak uses it to smash into Drake.

Within seconds, a wall of concrete forms high and strong enough to block the water all while Drake has jumped over the entire construct. He simply points at Arnak as in return, a wave of darkness blankets the entire area, nothing can be seen.

Over the darkness and high in the sky, a violet light akin to a star glows.

Arnak gets even more irritated by something else intruding upon the battle, but leaps over the wave of darkness onto a building, holding onto the side.

The darkness seemingly growls, it rumbling across the city as it rapidly creeps up every building, consuming everything.

The light seems to send a shaft of violet light toward a part of the darkness, where Kagerou stands, hacking the darkness around him apart with his iridescent blade.

Two red glowing eyes pierce the soul of Kagerou as Drake emerges from the darkness. "You won't win this." He says, blankly.

Kagerou only grins. "You know what's the best part about the darkness?"

Drake doesn't respond and instead draws his blade, his gaze fixated to Kagerou.

"It stares back," Kagerou remarks as a cloud of darkness surrounds him as well, before striking at Drake with both cloud and sword.

Making a few evasive maneuvers to avoid the strikes, Drake slashes and slices the darkness in the direction of Kagerou. This causes light to almost instantly come in its place and cuts Kagerou while filling up the gaps.

Although it was a light cut, the hit seems to deal a significantly higher amount of damage than Drake expected and Kagerou melds into the darkness and reappears further away, attacking with a huge wave of darkness.

Drake begins to spin the blade around, making precise cuts and slashes that demolish the darkness and restore it with light, the darkness quickly evaporating.

Kagerou slams his foot into the ground, causing steel spikes to erupt at Drake's location.

The spikes impale and pierce Drake entirely, stopping him in his tracks. He looks at the spikes then looks back up to Kagerou, no response.

"What's the matter? Having a little trouble?"

Once more, no response.

"Fine then, die without last words." Kagerou charges a sphere of light in his hands.

The spikes that are imbedded in Drake begin to disolve and the area goes completely black again. Suddenly streaks of light slash past and through Kagerou, the gaps quickly show Drake smirking as Kurai faintly glows. "You don't have control over my fate... And you don't have control over yourself." Kagerou feels paralysed, unable to move as Drake's voice echoes wthin his mind.

A strange white spark of electricity seems to jolt about Kagerou in response.

Drake sniggers as he walks up to Kagerou. "Don't worry... As much as it strains me to say, I prefer the persona that hides this piece of scum." Drake takes a moment to think, before looking directly into Kagerou's eyes. "This is payback for stopping me... Farewell."

He walks behind Kagerou and places his fingertips on the back of the neck (but not touching the organ) and begins to cast a healing spell. But within a microsecond, Drake and Kagerou visually distort and the organ disappears, gone, erased from existance. In it's place is a massive wound, this is when the runes and arcane circles on Drake glow brightly as he instantly begins to rapidly heal the wound and the damage removing the organ did.

Kagerou seems limp, as if the strings of a puppet were cut loose. It takes him a moment to detect the life force of the Chaos Engine, which seems stable but in shock at the sudden freedom.

Only a few steps are taken so that Drake is in front of the Chaos Engine, he sits down against some rubble and looks at the newly released Engine.

Kagerou eventually falls forward on his face, unconscious, and can be heard snoring.

"...How typical." Drake lightly smiles as he exits the Primitive State, the darkness still around them but a small area clear. "Let's hope this worked..."

The violet light lands on top of one of the standing skyscrapers.

Arnak has a slight tinge of curiousity of the light that nearly overwhelms him, but he looks back down and sees the two enemies he was fighting. He leaps down from the building and lands nearby Drake and Kagerou. He notices Kagerou and the ground and sneers. "That was MY opponent. MY FUCKING OPPONENT."

Drake, having been slightly tired by the fight, gets up, giving Arnak a glare. "Then congrats... I just saved your sorry ass from devastation."

Arnak roars and oddly a slight shift in body shape is seen, before quickly reforming back to what it was. A barrage of psychic arrows appears behind Arnak and they all start duplicating. Arnak himself jumps back and has all of the arrows fly after Drake.

As the arrows fly close, Drake distorts and raises his hand, causing the arrows to distort and change trajectory. He then rushes in close, his eyes flared up before straight kicking him into the air. "Don't fuck... With this God."

Arnak laughs as he falls back down, teleporting behind Drake and taking steps back. "This power I gained from you was strong, but I refuse to believe that this is all the power a true god has. You're fucking NOTHING." Arnak continues to laugh.

Both are frozen in place as the violet light appears between them.

"I think that's quiet enough," A familiar woman's voice to Arnak speaks out.

Drake's slightly twitches as he can recognise the soul. "...Another Chaos Engine? ...Kagerou's backup?"

A crystaline woman with a variety of horns, crystal spikes, and overal violet hue stands before them, bearing a vague vissage to Drake's own, yet less so compared to other Chaos Engines he has seen. To Arnak, she looks like across between the sniper who he fought before, but also a bit like her old Chaos Engine form, a marriage of the two appearances.

"I would have, had it not been for Heaven intervening and freeing me. I'm here to help my former comrades, and you, by extension. Also, new guy." She directs her attention to Arnak. "I would suggest getting the survivors out of this city. A rather powerful weapon is about to be fired into the area. That is what Issac would have wanted you to do."

Arnak is clearly aggravated but he growls and sighs. "Fine." It is also noticeable that his primitive aura is starting to fade away.

"Ok... While this is nice and all, I would like it if I wasn't stuck here..."

"Only if you behave and listen to what I have to say. The both of you."

The force restraining them releases them, though the violet CE watches them sternly.

"Thought I had fucking survivors to save, but whatever." By now Arnak's primitive is now gone.

Drake walks over to Kagerou, picking him up and proping him against some debris, he places a shielded dome around Kagerou before looking around. He hears a faint humming noise and turns his head towards it, Kurai reappearing in Drake's hand as he prepares for what's about to approach.

"I was asking the both of you to behave, be on your way Arnak. Drake, what do you intend to do now?"

Arnak growls as he walks off, flipping them both off as he teleports away to start gathering survivors. Before doing so however, he searches for Leo.

He finds Leo on the ground, bleeding out.

Arnak curses under his breath. "Fucking white haired cunt." He puts his hand onto the wound and attempts to heal the wound, closing the entry and mending any broken bones or ruptured organs.

Meanwhile, Drake grips his blade as he approaches the faint humming noise, giving a small moment to wait, he quickly turns the corner and points the blade right at whoever is there.

Nihil stops and keeps a straight face before smiling. "Since when did you start using a sword, brother?"

Drake's eyes widen completely, instead of sheathing the sword, he lowers his arm and just looks in awe. "No fucking way."

Behind Nihil, Razeth peers over his shoulder and also smiling. "Well, that certainly explains the chaotic nature of the city."

Nihil hops off his hoverboard and it detematerializes into his H.U.B. "It doesnt explain the uh....highly charming lady in the sky, however."

Drake looks over at Sukimu then quickly back to Nihil and Razeth. "Very quick to change the topic, aren't you?" He laughs and walks back to Sukimu, he points out the passed out Kagerou and Sukimu. "These are my 'children', Kagerou and... Hmm, I don't think I actually know your name."

Sukimu looks at him bewildered. "I am Sukimu, but I don't recall being sired by you."

"You can say the same to Silent Angel, Kagerou and Kanashimi... In fact most of the first batch ETAs are the closest related to me, so by extend, even if you don't recall, you're my daughter." Drake says.

Razeth's head turns towards Kagerou, then at Sukimu, then at Drake. "...Drake, you seem... Way too young to have 'children' this old, what exactly happened?"

Drake just laughs once more. "I'll tell you when we have the time."

Nihil seems a bit dumbstruck after the child bit. "I...I dont want to know."

"Too bad! Telling you anyways!" Drake seems a bit... Too happy about this, but recomposes himself quickly. "Ok... So Sukimu, you're here to help?"

She looks at Drake with an odd look. "Silent Angel told me of your hate for White. Do you want a chance to stop her?"

Drake sheathes Kurai and simply nods.

"Then you need to strike at the heart of the power she wields."

"Sounds easy enough, how do we do it?" Drake asks.

At this point, Razeth raises an eyebrow and cuts Drake an odd look. "We?"

"Yes, we."

"There is a Chaos Engine White created that extends control to all CEs. If you can disable her, you can break her army."

"Hold on." Nihil looks to Drake. "We're only here by coincidence, we didnt even know you were here. I'd rather not get dragged into whatever this is."

Drake just gives Nihil a strange, slightly psychotic smile before looking at Sukimu once more. "Alright, so who is the Chaos Engine and how do we break her?"

"Her name is Nezumi and you only have to get rid of the organ."

"Oh... That's rather straight forward, any complications?"

"She is a Lambda, and is rather competent, and given the infamous legend of how you have failed in many forward assaults, she will see that coming. She will need to be attacked from behind."

Nihl facepalms. "You have SO much explaining to do Drake. I dont know what a Lambda is but i'll try to give support if I really have to."

"Yeah, I will... But first of all." Drake lightly punches both Nihil's and Razeth's arm. "That! Was for not sending me a postcard!"

Razeth flinches slightly and then rubs his arm. "Trust me, if we knew you were here, then we would have sent drinks as well. But it's nice to see you too, Drake." Razeth then looks at Nihil. "And we were here to seek out a place for refugees... I guess if Drake keeps persisting, we may as well help him in making this location habitable."

"There is one thing to mention, you likely met her in your last battle with Silent Angel, after which White finished you off. She is a clone of Kanashimi, though I never met the girl. She is vastly different from the Kanashimi you would likely be familiar with. There are those who cares about her, so please don't try to kill her."

"A clone of Kana... Heh, nothing beats the originals." Drake then looks at Kagerou. "Besides, does it look like I want to kill my children? However, I can't promise that they'll be alive after I'm done."

All around them is the sound of warfare echoing throughout the land.

"...The battle is heavy upon the humans..."

Nihil is silently listening to the conversation, seeming confused in certain aspects but getting the basic idea. "Quick question. Who's the mother, Drake?"

All three can see Drake's face slowly turn red from either embarassment or anger, after a moment of silence he raises his voice. "OKLETSGOHELPTHEHUMANSSHALLWEAWESOME."

Nihil blinks. ".....Okay. We'll...go help the humans." He looks to Razeth and shrugs.

The Spear of Holy, The Spear of Demons[]

Far off in another city, Silent Angel and Simon's Spear and Halberd clash, shaking the buildings surrounding them. Various craters surround the battlefield, though who made them is unclear as the two seem equally matched.

Nihil walks with the others towards the far off city, already seeing the battle. "Do you even have a plan? At all? Any of you?"

"Silent is a powerful endurant being but much less fire power." Sukimu responds.

"That...isn't exactly a plan. Good theres less of a chance of us dying, I probably can figure out some way to bypass that endurance." Nihil sighs. "Still can't believe this."

"I won't blame you if you desire to flee." Sukimu says. "The only thing against this one is pressure him until his defenses crack."

"Fuck that. I may be a marksman usually but I'm not fleeing the area when things get hot. Just annoyed that me and Razeth have been suddenly dragged into this from the left side field."

Sukimu looks at him. "If you shoot Simon, my former comrade, I will shoot you. Just making that clear. Now Drake, are you ready?"

Nihil raises his eyebrow. "What does that even ahve to do with anything I just said? Okay, whatever."

Drake just sighs. "Silent Angel... Right. His endurance has a limit, that much I'm sure." He looks over at Nihil and Razeth. "And if I were to give you two advice; stay away from him if you can, I wouldn't be lying if I said he couldn't make you sick to the point of incapacitation."

Razeth nods. "Then what do you suggest?"

"Hard to say... Say, you're still able to do those barriers?" Drake asks, looking at the battle.

After a moment, Razeth smiles once more and swipes his hand, a faint green overshield is applied on Drake.

"Good, Nihil, you taking shots or getting up close?"

"I'll stick from afar for now, the people fighting up close can't do much then I'll join in." Nihil materializes his Z801 Fallen-Angel.

Razeth looks at some data from the drone he left earlier, then looks at the fight. "...And what do you plan on doing, Drake?"

"Easy. I'm gonna piss him off." Drake responds, oddly too eager about it.

Sukimu is surrounded in violet light for a moment, before emerging in something similar to an Aura Dragon, composed of heavy plate armor with a broad form. At her waist are two broadswords that look to be composed of a black iron. Without warning, she charges toward the battle at incredible speeds.

Nihil sighs. "I hate it when people play hero sometimes." He jumps up and his hoverboard materializes beneath him, and he flies up into the sky to get a better view of the situation, taking aim at Silent Angel.

"Razeth, do what you do best." And before Razeth can respond, Drake flies off after Sukimu.

Razeth just rolls his eyes and seems to be contacting someone, telling them information.

Silent Angel notices the approach, and shoves Simon aside before charging, but then a massive crystal blade descends from the sky, forcing him to retreat. He then unexpectedly disappears, reappearing behind Nihil, stabbing at him with a emerald colored spear, only for it to shatter when it strikes a violet shield, causing him to back off just as it sprouts violet blades, with Sukimu kicking him toward Drake.

When the emerald colored spear shatters, a piece of it noticbly just fades through Nihil, and the whites of his eyes have turned black, he looks back at Sukimu. "I would have been fine, but next time make sure he doesn't actually get an inch near me." Nihil quickly moves away, firing an oddly fast barrage of shots from his sniper at all of Silent Angel's vitals.

Drake distorts and appears in front of Silent Angel, already implanting his knee into Silent Angel's stomach. He then encases Silent Angel in rock then throws his hand down, basically burying him under the earth. "And it's nice to see your sorry ass as well..."

Both the attacks from Drake and Nihil seem to create some faint 'cracks' in the air around Silent Angel, but after being buried in the earth, a sickly hue comes over the broken ground, and it begins to melt in sickly green slush.

"Guess i'll just conserve some power here." Nihil presses a button on his sniper and fires at the sickly green slush, an icy like trail noticbly following the bullet. As it impacts the ground, the slush quickly begins to freeze over.

Almost immediately, the ground heaves from a mighty force that makes it buldge outward.

Nihil moves back from the area and waits for SA to pop from the ground, and begins to use telepathy to communicate with the others. "Once his defense breaks, I can put him to sleep with a special bullet. The effect is extremely potent, even if he has high endurance. Besides, I can just fire more if one isn't enough."

The ground is shattered by another blow, and a huge cloud of green acid broils around Silent Angel.

"I'll tell you when, Nihil... I need to get back at him." Drake responds before looking at Silent Angel, his wings stretch out as Drake flies up and smirks. He grasps his hands together and moves them apart, generating an arc of chaotic energy and then launches it towards Silent Angel.

He flickers, appearing next to Drake and attacking with a poison spear, only for a violet shield to shatter it once more. Silent Angel angrily jumps back, launching green high energy spears that detonate on impact, but also begins to dodge as huge crystal swords rain down on him from Sukimu, keeping his aim from being accurate.

Using the chaos manipulation, Drake transmutes the spears into seamless debris as he closes in on Silent Angel. Just as he gets close enough, Drake flickers and reappears above Silent Angel and kicks directly down onto his skull.

Silent Angel blocks with a kick of his own, then punches at Drake's stomach.

When Silent Angel uses a kick to block, Nihil fires multiple shots at his leg, and then his fist and arm when he punches Drake.

Silent Angel's barrier cracks faintly from the shots.

Taking the chance, Drake grabs Silent Angel's leg and throws him over himself before stomping down on the chest.

He feels a burning sensation after grabbing Silent Angel, and he can see his skin blackening. Meanwhile Silent Angel crashes into the ground, causing a huge explosion of green gas to fill the battlefield.

Nihil quickly creates a void like warp in the battlefield that instantly begins to suck up the green gas. "Hold your breath!"

The gas implodes on itself and where Silent Angel landed is a dark horned entity with faint green outlines, Silent Angel's Aura Dragon. It flickers before ramming into Drake, and begins pummeling him with blows in rage, the barrier surrounding him begins to crack under pressure.

After a few punches, a similar aura forms around Drake as he roars with enough force to at least push Silent Angel's Aura Dragon away. Drake stands and growls, the area around them cracking away. "Alright then, if you're going that far, let's have some fun..."

Nihil puffs out his cheeks. "Mind giving me an Aura Dragon? Since it seems everyone and their mother has that now." Nihil continues taking shots at Silent Angel, testing to see if he is still able to damage his defenses.

Silent Angel stands guard with a emerald sickly blade.

Likewise, Drake draws Kurai but doesn't move, and with a taunting tone. "Kanashimi says hi."

"And Nihil says KEEP FIGHTING!" Nihil communicates to Drake telepathically again, clearly wanting them to continue the battle.

Silent Angel growls. "You know no limit... ...why are you here?" He dodges a strike from Simon, only to be kicked in the face, then angrily swats him into a building. "I'M TALKING HERE!" He roars.

Drake flickers and appears in front of Silent Angel, Kurai already swung at him. "Because... I can do what I want, when I want, how I want to whoever I please, but I'll tell you if you survive."

Their blades clash in mid air, just standing near him makes Drake feel dizzy. Sukimu attacks from behind, and Silent Angel takes a step back, the nausea subsiding.

Drake once more charges towards Silent Angel, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. He swings once more, this time straight down.

Silent Angel blocks again, though this time Sukimu manages to cut his Aura a bit, but it repairs quickly enough.

While Silent Angel blocks Kurai, Shizuka quickly materializes in Drake's other hand as he slashes upwards across Silent Angel's chest. He then straight kicks Silent Angel away before following up with a flurry of bladed attacks.

Silent Angel hisses in anger, then a huge acidic cloud broils around him.

"Little bastard..." Drake jumps back and relaxes his stance. "You know, if you want to be free from White. I could get you killed and then revive you... Although I don't like deja vu." Drake says in that taunting tone once more.

"So much for a 'father'." He replies coldy. "Even if she was truly brought back, she deserves better."

Drake paints himself a frown. "Awww, I'm not that bad of a father... You'd be surprised at what I've done, believe it or not."

An acidic spear is his only response.

Drake ducks under the spear then entirely covers the floor with darkness, it suddenly ribbons out and wraps around Silent Angel. "Oh Silent Angel... I thought the mercenary blood in you would have taught you respect." Drake's eyes narrow as the darkness squeezes Silent Angel, causing cracks in his aura. "Apparently not."

Nihil rolls his eyes. He starts focusing fire into the cracks made in his aura, attempting to break it even further.

Silent Angel creates a spear, but immediately detonates it, shattering the darkness, then hurls an energy spear at Nihil.

Nihil quickly fires an explosive shot at the energy spear before it reaches him, and moves back from the danger.

A ring of spears appears around Silent Angel, before wildly firing at Drake and Nihil, and he appears to keep making new ones to replenish the ring.

"Tch." Nihil keeps avoiding the spears, shooting through the gaps in between them, albiet at a slower pace.

The spears that land begin to detonate in large explosions.

Drake counters with walls of darkness that block the spears then speeds towards Silent Angel again, this time a tidal wave of darkness following him.

Silent Angel merely takes a stance with his sword.

As the wave of darkness comes close, Silent Angel notices multiple black figures that are all charging at him from multiple directions. He then sees Drake smirk before sinking into the darkness, letting the figures do his work.

Silent Angel is surrounded by a dense, black fog.

The figures all get engulfed in flames, brandishing their own blades as they all hack away at Silent Angel.

The moment they get in contact with the fog, they rip apart in horrid screams, bursting like air balloons. The ones that wisely avoid the fog are cut down by Silent Angel or narrowly avoid so.

The remaining figures all jump back and get in a stance. Inside Silent Angel's head, he can hear Drake laughing then pictures of Kanashimi's corpse flashes in his head. "It was a shame seeing her like that, I swear I could have seen the lost hope in her eyes."

Silent Angel's face is stone. He moves to launch more spears, but then Sukimu slashes at him with a violet crystal blade, which while nothing immediately happens, he narrows his eyes as a gust of wind blows everyone back, and most of the group can feel a much lesser pressure coming off Silent Angel.

"Now..." The original Drake emerges from the darkness behind Silent Angel, such as Corruption forms in front of Silent Angel. The two brandish Kurai and slash his back and chest at the same time at different angles, before engulfing Silent Angel in flames.

Silent Angel's form turns to mist, and the area grows incredibly foggy.

Corruption jumps away and Drake flies up, staying clear of the fog. High enough to see the city and eventually hovering next to Nihil. "So... This is interesting isn't it?."

In the effort to fly up, he travels in an arc through the fog and crashes into Nihil at the end, though looking through the fog, he's not sure how far he actually moved, but he feels an incredibly powerful headache.

Nihil heals his own mind and the headache immediately goes away. "Can you NOT lead the enemy to me?" He notices that the fog is actually coming from his mind, and clears it by using psychic light.

However it isn't as easy for Drake, his tribal markings glow green but it takes a bit longer due to the headache causing Drake to lose focus. "Ow ow ow OW OW OW OW! OK YOU FUCKING DIE WHERE YOU STAND!" Drake coats himself in black flames and arcs of chaotic energy move around him and he throws a small sphere down at Silent Angel, only to quickly change size to the size of a house but retaining the insane speed.

An terrifying roar emits from behind the sphere, and Nihil sees Silent Angel's form begin to warp, along with his surroundings.

Drake's pupils shrink as he floats back, his claws extend but a voice speaks to him. "Remember, keep him alive. We'll want him on our side when we go to Yosai." The tips of Drake's claws drip a purple liquid as he nods. "I'm very aware..."

The sphere suddenly begins to erode as a huge black pillar erupts into the sky from Silent Angel's location, though something even darker seems apparent, as though something blacker than black, darker than the deepest darkness was lurking behind the pillar of energy. Drake is able to see piercing acid green eyes glowing at him from within the dark.

Drake spins Kurai around as he stares down the eyes, a bit shaken back but he smirks. "I control, create and destroy darkness... You won't be any different, son."

The pillar subsides, and a faint green sickly aura is all that illuminates Silent Angel's dark form, but even that hardly helps, he appears so dark his features are lost, almost looking like a 2-D silhouette. He seems to rise in stature, and Drake is able to determine he was kneeling down, but now standing up, Silent Angel's vague black form stands nearly 16ft, towering over them, soon dwarfed by equally dark wings.

His form seems to resemble a tall pillar of darkness, with long curled horns traveling in a horizontal direction, with long hair. If he has arms and legs, Drake is unable to see them. The head, as best as he can make out, almost looks like the shape of a dragon's skull.

Nihil groans. "Well isn't this dandy. Looks wise I've seen worse but I imagine the looks aren't the worst part."

"It's over the top, isn't it?" Drake replies, but then laughs as he looks at Silent Angel. "It's like you're doing this to try and kill me."

A huge black form strikes Drake and sends him hurtling through the air, the impact site feels as though it burns.

"Heh... Yeah, that's what I thought. And this is only his Aura Dragon..." Drake stands and flies out from the crash site, he takes a moment to look around, seeing who's actually here before focusing on Silent Angel. "Alright then, I'll act like I'm going to kill you." Within a second, Drake is already in the black form's... 'Face'(?), his eyes pure red as he growls. Before Drake's own aura shifts into a pure black dragon who bites down on the form and throws him through a building.

The form that had struck Drake seems to actually have been the form's hand. With unnatural movement, the tall being twists and turns out of the way, stabbing with a huge aura spear.

While the spear pierces the dragon, it just misses Drake. The dragon retaliates by lunging at the entirety of the form, repeatedly clawing, scratching, biting and just managing to keep it to the floor.

"Starting to have a feeling that I'm gonna have to start doing more than just sniping." Nihil takes a few more shots as he waits for confirmation if he should start doing further support.

The dragon's form begins to rapidly dissolve due to direct contact with the being, as does the ground, causing a pool of acid to grow.

The dragon growls as the green acid turns purple, and is soaked up it, healing itself. Drake's voice echos in a taunting manner. "Thanks... I wasn't expecting to use that."

The being's chest glows ominously.

"Great..." The dragon flies a considerable distance away from the being, perching itself on a building.

It lets out a giant wave of green fire in a huge sweeping motion.

To counter, a tidal wave of black flames crashes over the green blazes. With the dragon taking to the skies and launches down a literal meteor strike.

The shadowy being flickers up to where the dragon is, and begins barraging it with rapid pace attacks. Meanwhile, Sukimu flies up and begins raining down crystal blades at it.

Drake peers through the dragon and wraps the being in primordial darkness, keeping it in place as the crystal blades crash down.

It makes a violet roar that shatters the darkness and crystals.

While then dragon is fighting the being, Drake himself flickers next to Sukimu. "So... Any ideas on how to shut him down?"

"The organ would be the most effective way..."

"I don't want to kill him though."

"And did you kill Kagerou?"

"Kagerou isn't a sixteen feet 2D looking monster who's able to shatter crystal and darkness just by talking... So I don't exactly know how to approach this."

"I'll keep him busy." She glows violet again.

"If you say so..." Drake flickers away, letting Sukimu do what she needs to do.

She summons her black broadswords, which start to possess the same glow. She then rushes forward, while Silent Angel seems to warp as he moves in response.

She clashes blades with him multiple times, before pointing her broadswords toward the ground, and a huge storm of violet slashes begin spinning wildly in every direction at high speed, slashing Silent Angel thousands of times, who lets out an intense roar that shatters the ground below.

Continuing her momentum, she slashes his chest open with an upward thrust, causing yet another high intensity roar.

"Ok... Here goes..." Drake flickers behind Silent Angel, his runes all glowing green but himself distorts. He quickly encases Silent Angel in darkness and goes in with erasing the organ from existence then instantly begins to repair the wound. "Sukimu if you can heal NOW WOULD BE FANTASTIC."

"I'm not a healer, Drake."

Drake rolls his eyes as both him and Silent Angel glow green, a moment passes before Drake falls back onto the floor and catches his breath. "Fuck that takes a lot out..."

Sukimu catches him. "Easy there."

"Thanks... But what about him?"

Nihil puts his sniper away and hovers back down to the others. "Thats your decision. I'm just gonna go along with the ride and help out here and there."

Razeth eventually makes his way over, looking at Silent Angel then at Drake. "Well... You two certainly look alike, good work."

"As always... So that leaves... Nezumi."

Silent Angel descends in a massive firey ball toward the ground, but just as it hits, a sphere of water catches and extinguishes him, leaving behind a rather battered Silent Angel in his normal form. The source of the sphere is none other than Kagerou, who had woken up and broken free of his crystal cage.

"Just had to leave me out of the party, huh?"

Nihil raises an eyebrow. "Don't know what kind of part involves fighting random people you don't know." He turns to Drake. "Guessing he's also yours?"

Drake stands back up, his wings folding in as Drake's own wounds heal. An odd smile on his face. "Yup... Razeth and Nihil Ryunexo, meet your Nephew. Kagerou Ryunexo."

"Oh, more of you huh Drake? White must be desperate."

"...Kagerou don't make me regret keeping you alive."

Nihil seems to be having busy thoughts in his mind, but brings himself back to the conversation. "Razeth, do we have enough space in the ship for everybody here and more?"

Razeth nods. "We should, even as a scouting ship we could house more than enough, why?"

"Just wondering." Nihil looks to the knocked out Silent Angel. "So you're sure he's not going to attack us when he wakes up?"

"Between Kagerou, Sukimu, you, Razeth and I? It's unlikely."

"Alright, but if you're wrong you owe me." Nihil starts typing things into his H.U.B. "So, we're going after someone called Nezumi?"

"Mhmm... Another one of mine." Drake casually answers. "Clone of my first, apparently an upgrade, going to be a bitch to deal with."

Simon pulls himself from the rubble and groans, then approaches the group. "My thanks. I will assisting my comrades now. I wish you all luck." He disappears in a blur of motion.

Nihil blinks. "To be honest I kinda forgot about him."

Drake just rolls his eyes, looking at Sukimu. "Are we going to deal with her right now? Or do we get a break yet?"

"I need to locate her, so for now, yes."

"Oh thank God." Drake just leans against some debris, taking a moment to breathe.

A small droid materialzes out from Nihil's H.U.B into his hand, and after pressing a few buttons on his H.U.B he throws the droid into the air, and it starts quickly darting around the area, seemingly scanning for information. "Might as well let that run while we wait."

Razeth takes a seat down, opening his own HUB. He seems to be contacting people from the ship, soon a drone uncloaks behind him and begins to send information to Razeth's HUB. Drake slowly blinks. "...The hell are those?"

Nihil grins. "I call them runners. They're pretty versatile little things, whether it comes to delivering messages, gathering infdormation, security and defense, etc etc. Basically they do the stuff we're too lazy to do."

"I meant your holographic bracer... But I guess your little robotic... Bugs, are nice too."

Razeth chuckles. "Holographic Utility Braces, the direct upgrade to your HSC. It got handed out to the military a year after you left, handy as anything."

"Meh, I'll keep to my HSC, thanks... So, why are you two here?" Drake asks.

"Oh, well, after the war. The public weren't exactly happy with the damages and opted to leave the planet entirely, a bit of an exaggeration but who are we to judge? But anyways, groups, militaries and others were tasked with finding other planets which could be suitable candidates for--"

"Wait so Cyanicans are coming here?" Drake cuts Razeth off, his expression changed to pure surprise.

Nihil makes a face. "Possibly. Although with the state things currently appear to be in Earth might not be so suitable at the moment after all."

"Well there's Fantasy and Echo." Drake casually chimes out.

Razeth's head turns towards Drake, puzzled. "Fantasy and what now?"

"Fantasy and Echo, two realms that sorta just hang around Earth, granted, none is safe because of this war that's going on. But afterwards, Cyanicans are more than welcome of staying around... Not like they'd mess with us anyways."

Far off in the sky, they see a faint light streak by, followed closely by what looks like a metallic rod superheating as it falls, landing in the center of the battlefield where Abeni and Issac had been battling, causing a tremendous explosion whose shockwaves race across the land, straight toward their location.

Nihil looks to the oncoming shockwave and his eyes widen. "....Get close." The whites of his eyes turn black as his markings glow, and a wall of spirits seem to form around them all, swirling around at an extremely fast pace, screams all around.

"...This is fucking freaky..." Drake remarks, slightly concerned about the sudden mass of spirits.

They all suddenly combine into one green, transluscent wall of spirits and stop moving and screaming. Nihil's markings are giving off green light. "We should be fine."

The shockwaves soon begin to die down. Kagerou and Sukimu do not seem particularly shaken. Silent Angel seems to still be out cold.

Nihil takes down the barrier and his markings and eyes turn back to normal. "Thats enough."

Sukimu's eyes widen at the destruction. "...The Orbital Defense Array..."

Nihil sights "One war after another it seems. Looks like your war is getting close to being as bad as ours was."

"Quite the remark, Nihil." Razeth says, only for Drake to sigh.

"Well, he ain't exactly wrong." Drake looks over at the impact zone. "...Do we really need to go visit it or can we just relax here?"

"I see no reason to."

"Good." From underneath Drake, a curved chair-lke object forms underneath him made from the eartth. He takes a sigh of relief and closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a moment to look into his HSC, he takes a glance around at the others. "Give me a minute guys."

"Where are you going exactly, inside your HSC?" Razeth jokes.

"Yeah, I am." He gives a slight nod then disappears into his HSC, which just dandily floats there. Leaving Razeth speechless, only for Drake to arrive back, blinking.

"Drake, what did you just do?"

"Umm... Visiting other places?" Drake says, even himself is puzzled, he then mumbles. "Seriously, who fucking names themselves Freedom Fighters... What a joke."

Razeth just gives a light laugh. "...Haven't changed much..."

Sukimu and Kagerou stand silent, the two don't seem to be very close.

"Oh cheer up you two."

Kagerou seems to eye Nihil and Razeth for a while.

Razeth notices, closing his HUB. He offers a handshake. "So you're a Ryunexo?"

Kagerou smirks and takes the hand. "'Parrently, though I could also be a Dragonclaw if we consider White my 'mother'."

"And we're NOT!" Drake raises his voice. "Besides, you chose the last name so it shows whose you prefer."

Nihil is cleaning his boots. "Last time I checked people aren't born Ryunexo. Well, unless you're a Feral I guess. Either way I think it's something you're brought into. Like something you earn."

"Well I don't see Kagerou having red eyes, even though he does have my Feral DNA... Huh, never noticed." Drake says, Razeth looks at both the Chaos Engines.

"So, you guys are Chaos Engines? What exactly is that?"

Kagerou's eyes flash red at Drake as he tosses Drake a smirk. "Imagine a whole bunch of mythical and divine and in general supernatural beings, all blended together into a smoothie. A bunch of world ending smoothies."

Kagerou points at Sukimu. "She's a Lambda Class, several generations above Etas, which is what I am. Etas are when Drake got added to the desert options menu."

"Oh alright, so it isn't what I thought then. That's nice, but also very... Mad scientisty. Having said that I'm assuming your creator made you for the sole purpose of destruction?"

"She's a contributor, but not the originator of the project. Been going on for a while now. Think she's more about perfection of species, think she started shifting gears toward something else besides just destruction."

"Ha, highly doubt it..." Drake sits up. "White's nothing but a piece of shit, sure, she wanted 'peace' but it's all smoke and horribly distorted mirrors."

"I believe she would say 'the man hidden in the shadows, or the man standing in the light yet unknown by all?'" Kagerou replies with a shrug.

"Implying there's someone above her... Oh well, doesn't matter. She won't live to see them once I go to Yosai."

Kagerou giggles. "Oh, that's not what I meant. But interesting to see how that goes."

"Haven't seen this much hostility for one person in a while, Drake. Care to explain."

"Nope."

Nihil finishes cleaning his boots and pats down any dust on his jacket. "Riiiight. Honestly here probably isn't the best place to wait and sit around if its a battlefield. We could go back to our ship."

A Trial to Come[]

A cold wind blows through the area, and for some reason, the group feels as though someone is beckoning their attention from the site of the explosion, and approaching their location.

Nihil groans. "Is that someone on our side or...?"

Drake's eyes quickly turn animalistic as he stands up. "It means that you're not going back to your ship..." He then walks towards the site.

Razeth just sighs and talks into his HUB. "Find a place to place the ship, keep it in cloak until otherwise noted." Soon after, Razeth catches up with Drake.

In a rustle of wind, ahead of them fades in a woman in a white cloak and robes, walking casually toward them.

"So now I know who has been making such a big disturbance..."

Suddenly Drake's anger flares up, his runes glow a dark red as darkness seeps out of him, all forming spikes that aim at her. "You have got some fucking nerve..."

She flickers, and stands behind them. "Some nerve. That's my line to you, trying to steal my subjects..."

She smiles. "I see you visited a eye tattoo parlor. I hope the blindness suits you well."

Razeth takes a few steps back. "...Is this the--"

"Yeah... It is." Drake takes a few steps towards her, he unsheaths Kurai and tightly holds on. "So then, couldn't see who was doing this from the comfort of your own little castle?"

"Oh, I could tell, I just wondered how such a weak one such as yourself could have done this much damage all on your lonesome." She doesn't draw her sword.

"Cut the bullshit, you know as well as I do. Now if you're expecting them back? Not happening."

"Interesting talk. Where did you get that power when before you were so weak?" She replies.

"It doesn't matter to you." Responding in a harsh tone. "Now get the fuck away or I put you down right here right now."

She smiles, but it is far from sincere. "So you dove into that place, huh? ...Why am I not surprised? How pathetic of you."

"Pathetic of me? Coming from the bastard that enslaves people, forces them into their own subjects, kidnapping and fusing them together with a Kanjo God? AND I'M PATHETIC?!" Drake begins walking straight towards her with no delay, the darkness following him.

White's smile is a little more genuine now. "Have I made you mad, Tank Boy?" She speaks in an inflection of Noriko's voice.

"DIE!" Drake instantly appears in front of White, his hand wrapped around her throat. He begins to throttle her then headbutts her.

He feels an intense coldness as she seems to seep through and past him, appearing behind him to stab him in the back.

Just as she tries, a projectile gets shot into her arm and Drake quickly sprouts black spikes which speeds towards her.

She only smiles. "Is that it? The same old thing as ever?" She seems to literally walk through the spikes instead of avoiding them, seemingly unharmed. She casually twirls her blade before slicing the next bullet from Razeth in two.

White feels a quick drain as Drake turns and punches her dead in the face. "FUCK YOUR INTANGIBILITY!" Within moments, White is hoisted up in a torrent of water as Razeth fires even more bullets into her.

White grabs his fist and twists it until his arm breaks, then roundhouse kicks him to the ground, the water parts around her without touching her, before it is blown apart by an invisible force. She then looks at Razeth, disappearing briefly before appearing behind him, glowing white as she attacks with some manner of martial art, the image of a dragon appearing around her in a circle.

Razeth quickly puts both hands out in front of him and White is forced to a stop, he takes a few steps back. "That. Was too close."

Drake stands back up growls as his arm repairs itself. He encases White in a cocoon of darkness and rapidly condenses it, all while the area around them shakes.

A few moments later, they hear tsking nearby, with White sitting on a boulder.

A green light quickly travels toward them, materializing into Nihil. "Yeah Razeth I uh...don't think bullets will work too well here." Nihil cracks his neck as his scelera turns black, and giant skeleton like arms appear to cover his own, a large ghostly skeletal figure behind him. "Maybe punching will?"

Razeth sighs as his skins turns carbon black and an overshield made of pure telekinetic forces appears on him. "Very well, I guess being tactical has been thrown out the window."

Drake stands between the two his wings stretching out as the darkness forms demon-like spikes around him. "You don't stand a fucking chance... Nihil, Razeth, we're going to make this princess bitch pay."

Around this time, he sees a strange rippling behind her. She slowly stands, and then Drake feels a strange sensation from her that he's unfamiliar with.

Without a second passing, White is already launched into the floor, a crater around her. None of the three have even moved in real time.

The area immediately beneath White is cracked severely, while the rest of the crater forms naturally. She seems impressed. "So you actually have learned a thing or two."

She dusts herself off before closing her eyes. "But it seems like a few more things are in order." The section of ground finally gives way, and she lands on her feet as though slowed by parachute. The rippling behind her is even stronger. Dragonic horns extend from her skull.

Nihil puts on a clearly annoyed look. "I already don't wanna do this. Just wanted to come here, do some scans, and rest in the ship." He puffs out his cheeks in defiance.

"I'll keep her distracted... Flank her when you can." White is suddenly knocked back by a punch to the gut before she sees Drake right in front of her. More brusies and marks appear on her as she is battered on all sides by Drake who is basically transparent at this point.

WhiteCorrupt2 — White's True Being is glimpsed...

Before Drake can strike her, he and everything around her freezes, as an incredibly dark energy emits from White, potent enough to obscure her in both living and spiritual levels. He feels a baleful presence, followed by an equally powerful gaze from the depths of the darkness, as though daring him to make another move. Soon it makes itself known as a faint dark figure with white details, just looking at it fills Drake with the deepest terror he has ever felt in his life. The level of unnatural energy emitting off it is enough to put witnessing the fate of Noriko a million times over into the realm of insignificance, and indeed Drake would find fewer things far more terrifying than it.

Then it speaks...

"Don't tell me this is the first time seeing it for you? I thought you were a 'god'?" The voice of White speaks from the horrible thing.

In mere moments, everything comes rushing back into motion as an incredible explosion of pure malevolent life energy erupts from White's being, so caustic the very ground melts into unnatural compounds for miles around, and all nearby become incredibly ill. As Drake recovers from the blast, he realizes that was no attack, but merely for a mere instant, the full release of White's own Aura. And it had shook him to its very core. However he seemed to have been the only one to get the full force of her release, Nihil and Razeth only sensed a vague 'wrongness' in the energy.

And then, Drake realizes that White is standing right behind him, and his stomach is pouring gallons of blood from an open wound. Her blade is clearly drawn, yet at no point did he sense 'movement' in any form. She had simply stopped standing in the crater, and ended up in that position.

Nihil sucks his teeth. "Doesn't look like ghost fists will work either." Nihil materializes a black button and presses a button on it, and it transforms into a rather large and intricate spear. The ghost arms behind him replicate this and materialize their own spear. "Maybe a ghost spear will?"

White disappears in a flash of blue hexagons, before appearing above them, wielding what looks to be very simple white guns, akin to shotguns in size and form, and aims at Nihil.

Nihil quickly rolls out of the way before having the ghost's spear suddenly grow in length, attempting to strike at White.

She disappears in the same fashion before shooting at him with both at the same time, sending blue balls of plasma like energy at him, before disappearing and shooting at him from behind as well.

The ghost behind Nihil send out what appears to be tangible spirits that fly into the plasma shots, taking the blow for Nihil and protecting him. Nihil takes a quick running start before jumping up and beginning a roundhouse, before dissapearing into a green like mist that quickly transports next to White, where he is mid roundhouse and about to slam his foot into her side.

She instead of making an evasive manuever, takes a strange stance, before glowing golden and strange glowing gigantic hands strike him back with their palms, while not hurting him, are able to push him back with significant ease. Razeth and Drake seem unaware of what had struck Nihil back.

Nihil gives a slight grin after being pushed back. "Think you can keep up with that?" He rushes towards her again and the ghost suddenly releases a flurry of punches in her direction, aiming at every part of her.

The stomach heals quickly, with assistance from Razeth. Drake just glances at White and Nihil. "Her Eye is going to be a pain to deal with... I need to think, Corruption, take control." With that, Drake's head slumps down, before his eyes go pitch black and his draconic parts turn demonic instead.

Razeth takes a look at the fight, obviously feeling a tad underpowered until a voice speaks to him. '"Huh, so you do have some darkness..." Razeth seems alarmed but knows the voice and sighs. "What are you doing in my head?" He asks before a small little shield appears on his left forearm. '"Helping you through technicalities, now I'm going to give you what I know about the shield, ok? Ok." 'Within a moment, Razeth recieves a mental shock of sorts before looking at the shield once more.

Corruption looks at Razeth. "We better go quickly, Razeth." With that, Corruption flickers and disappears, leaving Razeth.

"Well let's get this over with, Blados." The shield turns into a gauntlet and a swarm of microshields swish and flutter around Razeth, he smirks then catches up with the others. All while Corruption is using a variety of elements to restrain White, letting Nihil hit all his marks.

White closes her eyes. "This is stupid." Before their eyes, she turns into a white mist and vanishes. However, her presence, as well as the strange rippling that was behind her remains.

Nihil blinks as the ghost goes away. "Well thats lame." He looks to the others before sighing. "Really hope this wont become a game of hide and seek."

The rippling field suddenly surges up into the sky, and just before it fades out of view, the whole of the sky shatters like glass, and white fireballs begin to rain down, causing massive explosions everywhere they hit.

It doesn't take long before there is a black dome around the three, the white fire not even leaving a scratch as Razeth's shield has quickly changed back to its base form.

Drake, Nihil, and Razeth all feel an incredibly overpowering sensation slam into them as an incredibly bright light explodes into being at the edge of the atmosphere, the same force as the one Drake had felt, only now all three are fully aware of its potency. All other light seems to be being sucked into the light itself.

Nihil looks away from the bright light as a strane orb of what appears to be a void like energy appears in his hand, and he pushes his hand upwards, starting to divert the light and suck in the light itself rather than letting the light be sucked in by what White caused.

In practically an instant, all light vanishes, save for the light that had appeared. Now that all other lights has gone, they can see the light is shaped like an armored coccoon with wings, with a demonic, dragonic head with six small angel wings protruding from its back.

Nihil gets rid of the void orb in his hand. "...Huh. That's going onto the list of one of the weirdest things I've seen. If its armored I doubt this thing is gonna go down too easy."

"THEN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IT UNTIL IT BLEEDS MERCY. THEN BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF IT SOME MORE!" Drake echos in his own mind, causing Corruption to sigh. "We'll possibly have to wait for an opening... Either that, or we do listen to the man screaming in his own head right now." The overwhelming darkness seems to lurch around Corruption, seemingly all under his control.

The light seems to be getting brighter and denser, until suddenly it lets loose a massive burst of light in all directions from it, and the area beings to sky rocket in temperature, the air in front of the blast wave igniting as the wave of light roars toward them.

Suddenly, multiple ghost like clones of Nihil surround both him and the others, all creating void orbs in their hands that they all throw up, and they start to expand into a giant wave, turning into a floating shiekd that starts sucking in the wave of light, keeping them safe from harm.

By sucking the light closer to them, Nihil ends up blasting them with solar radiation akin to that if they were standing directly in front of a star. However Razeth's natural intuition saves them as he creates overshields on his allies, protecting them from the radiation entirely.

Corruption notices the oncoming attack, Drake quickly takes control and suddenly everything slows down to a stand-still. He takes a moment just to admire the freezeframe of reality, before teleporting to the location of Silent Angel and Kagerou, picking them both up and taking them to the ship Razeth and Nihil arrived in. He then does the same with Sukimu and arrives back to the others, but instead of resuming to what he does, he pauses one moment before smirking. "I wonder..."

He flickers out then reappears with more of him from future periods of time, all of them surround the creature and through their own abilities, attempt to reduce its defences to nothing, only for six gigantic beings of white static to surround the being and absorb the attacks, all of which devour the other Drakes, which let out horrid nightmarish screams that escalate in pitch and tone until it becomes static like the rest. A seventh, smaller being of static appears before Drake, only to wave its hand and return the flow of time to normal, but the figures and it remain. The figure then solidifies into a male with long brown hair in a ponytail with a mysterious sensation about him. He appears to be a Chaos Engine, but very very different from the ones he is used to...

The creature begins to take on a humanoid form, its armor and body melting until it rearranges into a pristine, alien version of White, whose aura chills them to the bone as she takes the form of a eight winged being with perfect proportions but pure black eyes, with a third eye upon her forehead, the one whose sight is the origin of all Chaos Engines and their innate gifts. Encrusted into her chest is a strange white pearl. She seems to give Drake an odd smile.

Nihil looks at everything before him for a second before all of his clones disappear. "Right, I give up. Fuck that."

White looks at Drake for a moment, before an odd golden glow surrounds him and he disappears. She looks at Nihil and Razeth for a moment.

"Fun playing with you while it lasted. However, it's rather time that I break this cycle once and for all. Oh, and welcome to Earth." With that, she flaps her wings and begins soaring into the sky, followed closely by the figures that had come to her defense.

Something suddenly falls on Nihil's head, an odd black square and Drake's Shadow Pistol.

Nihil grabs the both of them, not entirely sure what just went down. "...What happened to Drake?"

Razeth, looking equally perplexed just turns his head to Nihil. "I have no idea, honestly I feel a bit lost..."

Kagerou steps near, having been watching this. "Knowing the past inclinations of White, we're probably not seeing him any time soon." He seems not as bothered about the situation.

Meanwhile Sukimu is still looking after Silent Angel, who is taking his time recovering, it seems.

Nihil seems far more shellshocked. "I'm sorry what? The fuck do you mean we're not seeing him anytime soon? Me and Razeth suddenly find out one of our fucking childhood friends has been here all along and he's just fucking gone now?"

"As much as I'd tell Nihil to calm down, he does have a point - This does seem a little too much like bullshit."

"Either she has plans for him or he's gonna be ten feet under. There's not much to be done at this point. Besides don't cha have some kinda mission or something to be doing...?" His indifference is as clear as the sun in the midst of a hot summer day.

Nihil grits his teeth, his markings glowing green. However, they quickly subdue as Nihil takes a deep breath. "....I guess you're right. There's too much on the line for...reunions."

"Besides, as harsh as it sounds... We did believe that for years he was gone for good, so this wouldn't be the first time so who knows?"

"I will be going this way." Kagerou walks off, meanwhile Silent Angel seems to be rousing from slumber.

Nihil opens his H.U.B, putting both the shadow pistol and the black cube into it. Nihil takes a good look around before speaking. "What are we going to do now then? We're stuck in a war, should we go back to the ship and wait for it to be over?" He looks over to Silent Angel. "Oh dear."

Razeth takes a seat and ponders. "Well, we still have a job to do here... And waiting in the ship would take up too much time, so I guess we have to rough the storm. So to speak." Razeth eyes cross over to the awaking Silent Angel, then back to Nihil. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt as to ask Drake's children if they could assist, right?"

Nihil puffs out his cheeks in considerate defiance, but sighs and walks over to Silent Angel. "....Whats up?"

Silent Angel seems unfocused if not woozy, his gaze distant as if his head was clouded. "Who are you...?" He slurs, clearly out of it from the battle before.

Nihil smiles and extends a hand to help him up from his slumber. "Name's Nihil. You're uh, one of Drake's psuedo-kids, yeah?"

His gaze seems to slowly sharpen as he rouses from the aftereffects of the battle.

"...Drake... ...That was more a self imposed idealism of his. In the end one could see his true colors for what they were. I'm no son of his." Silent Angel says curtly.

Nihil seems a little taken aback. "...Ooooookay. Well, could you fill us in on whats going on and who we should be helping if not you?"

"The world is plagued by fighting like this. People who use others, people who hate anyone not like them... really at the end of the day, the world is full of such things, with the few innocent left to wallow in the muck. Such is the world you have been brought into. I cannot tell you what to do, but I can say that you should be prepared for hardship all the same." His eyes narrow.

"I certainly believe it has just begun."

Nihil has somewhat of a blank expression on his face. "Didnt expect you to get poetic on me, but okay."

"Interspecies conflict lasting eons has lead to current state of chaos and war. Does that dumb it down? There is no side I can recommend, since all have been warped. Allow yourself whatever side you care to join, they are all equally bankrupt of sense."

"That I can wrap my head around, and if thats the case why are you even taking part of it?"

"Mind control has a large part to do with my participation in this world's affairs until the present."

"...If you're fighting for the side that's literally mind controlling you to work for them I doubt that's the side I wanna be on."

"The fight with Drake changed a few things." He responds, beginning to sit up.

"Drake tends to change a lot of stuff, for better or for worse." Nihil shrugs. "Still, you're under mind control though."

Razeth looks at the two then pinches the bridge of his nose then focuses on Nihil. "So, what do we do then? We can't continue what we need to do until these whole thing is over. If there is somewhere safe enough for the ship to land then we can start posthaste but otherwise we're stuck."

Silent Angel looks at Nihil with a cast iron expression. "I was under mind control. If I wasn't, my acid spears would be raining down upon you lot."

Kagerou warps in a cloud of shadow next to Nihil. "You know, I might know a place, but it's only a rumor. Of course, it's not free. Hit me up with something strong to drink, I'm terribly bored and I hear drinking is a passtime some humans call fun."

Nihil seems a little dumbstruck. "...All you want is alcohol? Well, okay." Nihil opens up his H.U.B and in a moment, a strange looking bottle materializes from it into Nihil's hand. "This is from my planet, its probably a little stronger than earth is used to."

"Oooooh, I like the sound of that. White never let me drink, this is so liberating!" Kagerou seems strangely excited by the prospect of this.

Nihil hands it to Kagerou. "I suggest being careful, I can't really handle the stuff so I don't really like drinking."

He starts downing the bottle without any particular restraint.

Nihil just watches, a little impressed.

After a distinctive hiccup, Kagerou tosses the bottle, the whole thing empty and shattering off in the distance.

"Right, off we gooooo!" Kagerou starts exaggeratedly marching off in a particular direction. "Everybody march!"

Nihil quickly turns back to Razeth, swirling his finger in a circle towards his head, pointing at Kagerou with his other hand. Despite this, he follows.

Ad Meliora[]

As White soars out of Earth's atmosphere, the Guardians accompanying her take note of a strange series of red cracks growing along her body. To them, however, their origin is quite clear.

"My lady, I submit that it is not yet time, please withhold some of your power...!" Vulda is cut off by a red energy blade from White's hand, which causes him and the other Guardians to disintegrate.

"I cannot have you in my way." She states flatly, before proceeding, only to be blocked by a barrier. Behind it, stands a group of seven cloaked figures, in front stands a man in a yellow cloak she so dearly despises.

"I don't remember giving you permission to come this way, dear White," Eien remarks from behind the barrier.

In response, White's being ripples, before the barrier bends and shatters, dissolving a barrier that had been previously unnoticed around the planet.

Eien grows a curious grin. "I see, so an outcome I thought impossible has arisen. Very curious. And you're sure about this? You can never go back once you have..."

He places a hand on his sword hilt. "But of course you've already made up your mind then?"

White gives him a flat look. "Why else would I be here, Grand Yellow Phoenix?"

He smirks. "Don't call me that, it sounds silly coming from you, respecting your elders isn't your thing."

The other cloaked figures begin to fade. "If all is as you have foreseen, then we will depart this plane and seek one not yet desolate of potential. We await your accompaniment." With that, they disappear.

Eien extends his hand toward White. "Well then, I'm curious to see what dance this White will do in defiance of her established role. Entertain me."

White draws her sword, while Eien remains motionless.

"This time, the world won't be twisted by you and your deceptions." White says, a hint of wrath in her voice.

"A bit too late to say considering the state it has been bent into."

And with that, their swords clash, though neither side hardly presses for the kill, the two silently feel each other out. And then... a pair of strikes to any other seeming the same meet, and a grand nova of light and energy erupts between their blades, blinding all within the solar system.

Again, and again, the two clash with mighty blasts of power shaking the solar system. While White seems to be delivering lethal intent, Eien seems to casually glide and tilt out of her way, yet gives her no room for error. Indeed, soon she feels her initiative fail and she is now quickly falling on the defensive. Without warning, he speeds up drastically and cuts from top to bottom across her body.

CLASS--EXSPHERE_NOSURGE_Extended_(Ar_Nosurge-_Ode_To_An_Unborn_Star) — CLASS--EXSPHERE NOSURGE Extended (Ar Nosurge- Ode To An Unborn Star)

She howls with the furious sting of his blade, as it ate a portion of her being. With the pain and fury of the blow, White begins to spasm and jerk with feral agony, as the red cracks being to rip open, and sinister energy begins to blanket her. Her jaws widen and elongate in an inhuman fashion, and her body is beginning to reformat into some manner of dragonic abomination, with her cries of feral pain deepening into the shrieks of a monster.

She begins to feel herself ebb away as the deep, unending abyss at the core of her soul finally begins to break free, and the mutated White, now colossal in comparison to Eien, lets out a feral roar before charging Eien, every leap and bound of her void corrupted form shattering time and space around her.

Eien only eyes her neutrally. "So, that's the extent of your will power? What an utter joke."

He slashes at the monster that White had become, only to be surprised when his blade bounces off without so much as a scratch. He faintly smiles, before sheathing his blade, as she resumes her assault with countless roars and screams, raking and mauling, yet still just shy of him. Finally, she strikes, only for her own attack to bounce off, much like his did against her armored form.

And then his fist slams into her chest, shattering the corrupt being's form and temporarily dispelling its hold over White's being, whose bare, tattered form sails into the cosmos, as she painfully begins to reform her humanoid form, with Eien soaring ahead of her at light speed. She eventually manages to stop herself, as she wheezes, black blood oozing from her body.

As she attempts to stand, she collapses, looking up at Eien, who now stands over her, sword at the ready to execute her.

With a vicious snarl, she knocks his sword away with a kick, and lets out a bellowing roar as her form turns into a kind of white static, her head becoming dragonic while she grows six clawed arms and six wings, with white armor appearing over her in an ornate fashion. The two begin to clash, this time with far greater force, in the space between stars. With every one of her strikes, utilizing every ounce of martial arts knowledge to her arsenal, a white dragonic form accompanies, biting, ripping, and tearing at Eien, who retaliates with equal force, with an eagle and its mighty wings buffeting her and her attacks.

Their attacks become intense enough to passively shatter the space around them in a perpetual state, while they also begin to weave powerful magics that bombard each other with curses, dispels, and massive aoes that utterly devastate the area. Finally they both hit each other, taking severe wounds to the chest.

Eien appears to be utterly unfazed, while White's breath is labored. "I remain unconvinced," Eien remarks as the red cracks begin to spread once more. White growls, and the cracks appear as though they are being forced back by an invisible hand.

"You still resist your purpose in this universe. You know it's not possible."

"Bite me." Her six arms begin to channel a massive white star over her head.

"...So you're going with that, huh?"

Eien doesn't move as a colossal star is formed, then rises into the space above White, then begins to split into thousands upon thousands of spheres, which all ignite in glorious multicolored bursts of light, igniting into stars of the same size as before, which all hurl themselves upon Eien, who only stands there as the stars all collapse into him, resulting in an explosion that can be felt throughout the galaxy as a massive Hypernova is born.

From the colossal nebula that is born emerges an unscathed, unimpressed Eien.

"Regular old Starkiller. And here I thought you actually had potential all this time. Is that really the best you can do, White?" A multicolored glow surrounds him as all around them and their battlefield, brand new infant stars are being born, casting the region of space into an almost soft, angelic light.

"Let me show you something a bit more impressive..." Without moving a red star forms above Eien's head, inconceivably giant compared to the single star she had manifested, or any of the stars now present in the area, so big in fact is this star, that it begins devouring much of the other stars.

"Let me show you a real Starkiller." The red star begins to burst into thousands of smaller stars, completely surrounding White before expanding into the same size as the original.

"Starkiller Betelgeuse." A hypernova that completely dwarves the previous one takes place, shaking the galaxy to impossible levels. However, soon after it begins, it begins to shrink, until bellowing at Eien at impossible speeds, though once again, he seems largely unaffected, though he emits a minor amount of steam afterwards.

White is barely standing, having completely redirected the blast with Light Slayer, though incredibly drained by her attempt.

"I will admit, for your skill, an admirable performance. Still..." What seems like lightning from across the universe begins to blast into White.

"Sekai Sandā." She fails to hear his words, drowned out by her own screams, when the blast finally subsides, White is left drained and motionless, the red cracks now spreading across her form without resistance, once again altering her form, disfiguring her.

"What a petty thrall you are. Why don't you understand that this is your purpose? To become a shell for the corruption of this universe, what perpetuates this pathetic world? To remake this world into your owner's true desire, its own image..."

He begins to walk up to her, a cocky smile on his obscured face.

---

Vzark. Vzark hears White address him sharply in his head.

He was a little startled by it, taking time to relax himself in the encampment.Something needed from me?

Check on Abeni and report to me her condition immediately.

"Okay, on it." Vzark started looking for Abeni, trying to find her as fast as possible.

He finds her with Nezumi, resting, but looking stable and overall much better than earlier.

Vzark let out a loud breath of relief. "Oh thank god you're okay. Sorry I was really worried." He quickly remembered what he was told to do. "Shes stable and doesn't look hurt, but she deems to be resting still."

Well get her ready to go in a few minutes. The fate of the universe - -no all of them, will depend on it. Once you get her standing, meet with Azula and the rest of those I've chosen for this final mission. I do not care about you all, I will make that clear. However, I need you for one last mission. You must stop my brother.

Vzark raised a brow, not quite understanding as to what has happened to make everything so urgent, but he complied. "Alright. I'll do whatever I can." He looked to Abeni. "Abeni, will you be back in fighting condition soon? I have orders from White to get you up and ready."

She groans, before standing up, with a minor protest from Nezumi.

"I'm as good as I'll be."

Vzark looked extremely worried, before shaking it off. "Thank you for saving me, by the way. I was...scared that you were.." He didn't finish his sentence. "Nevermind. We have something to do. Good to see you Nezumi. Thanks for helping Abeni."

"It's my duty," She says simply.

Abeni just shrugs. "If you had gotten hurt, no injury would hurt nearly as bad." She replies. "I assume it's serious if she needs me."

"Apparently the fate of the universe depends on it." He puts his hand on the handle of his sword, preparing to leave. "Guess we're off then."

Nezumi steps forward with Abeni, as though coming with them. Soon after, Abeni's generals appear as well, and Moegara pinches Vzark's cheeks lightly. "I guess it's a bonding experience!" She chirps.

Vzark gets a feeling of embarrassment and slight irritation. "I'm scared by what you classify bonding experiences as..."

"Nothing like fighting for our lives to bring people closer together!"

He was going to retort, but reconsidered what he was going to say. "Actually, yeah, you're right. Just, none of you die, okay? I'll try to do the same."

He sees a black armored Azula silently walking towards them, a deeply grim air about her.

Vzark seemed a little worried, but wary at the same time.

When she arrives, Torrent, Toma, and Kake all arrive as well, though Kake seems oddly quiet.

"......Ready...?" Azula seems barely able to speak.

Vzark takes one last good look at everybody else there, before taking a deep breath, and nodding his head.

Azula's power grabs hold of them, and together they're pulled off into dark space...

Vzark's mind is flooded with a mass of paranoid thoughts, all moving too fast for him to even settle on fully thinking about one.

-----

D-d-damn it all... I... I might not... ....make it this time... ...At least, I have them keeping things in check... ...will it be...?

White hardly notices as Eien presses his sword against her neck, her body being defiled and twisted into a monstrous shape, and she can feel her will ebbing away, being replaced by an almost impossibly vast force too great for her to stop on her own.

I really have bitten off more than... ... ...Well, listen to myself... ...I'm pathetic... pathetic! PATHETIC!

White bites his blade and rips it out of his grasp, standing wobbly and unbalanced by her disfigured body, letting out a shrill scream as her hands become titanic claws, and she blindly rakes at him in desperate madness, hoping to score even a nick on him before her will is absorbed completely, yet with simple kicks, blocks, and parrys, Eien casually avoids her advances, and soon pins her hideous form to the ground with a foot, pressing it hard against her jaw.

"What a circus you've performed," Eien says dully, the extent of his disinterest fully beginning to show. "You are not better than swine to be butchered by muddy peasants in my eyes."

She wheezes and gasps, becoming too weak to move, yet a fire still burns at her core, even as the horrible corruption she had faced all of her life continues to fill her desecrated body. With an awful groan, distorted by the dark void consuming her, she makes a final attempt to right herself, before Eien stomps on her neck, crushing it in bloody paste, leaving only a croaking from her.

"Weak, miserably weak."

The fire still burns, almost as agonizing as the force from beyond.

As her vision blurs out, a pale white figure seems to flicker in and out of her sight, as though somehow beckoning her consciousness, the fire now a roaring flame in her mind.

She pulls her consciousness toward it, and it begins to solidify, and the figure seems to regard her with interest, before suddenly the pain of corruption fades away in her mind, leaving only the presence of fire and the mysterious figure standing before her.

Yet, she knows exactly who, or rather, what stands before her.

She never believed it possible for her to be able to perceive it of all things, for she knew it to be something beyond anything and everything.

Fate itself stands before White. But she knew it had another name...

The Omega.

A reality in which you stand before me... how far you have come in defiance of destiny... but can you shoulder the consequences of your efforts now, at your final hour? Are you ready to accept, full heartedly, your true fate?

In the waking world, White musters the fire within and forces Eien off, who only shakes his head before cracking his neck before moving toward her once more. She meekly glances at her corrupted form, the greatest of ultimatums before her, but either way, she knew one thing.

She would merely be a slave, no matter her choice. But a choice had to be made.

Eien pauses, as White begins to hobble to her feet, and she clutches her chest.

"Stay. Down." He growls. "You're making yourself more pathetic by the second!"

Without warning, she extends her now dragonic hands to her chest and extends her claws, raking into her own chest with a horrid howl of anguish, yet she continues to tear into herself, an astonished Eien looks on as she seems to begin to rip herself open, revealing the very core of her being, which is all but consumed in shadowy corruption. With a fierce howl, she completes the deed and rips herself open, and then seizes the corruption by her malformed hands, pulling as hard as she can, trying to tear it from what little of her soul remains, despite the agonizing pain that makes her screams ring out even louder into the emptiness of space.

"...You're mad." Eien says, eyes widened out of astonishment.

The fire burns all the stronger, the only thing she can hold on to through the pain.

And you're sure about this?

I know what I'm fucking doing!

With a horrible cry, she rips the corruption that had festered inside of her for fifty years out of her body and soul, screaming in even more agony, in order to tear out the corruption, she had to rip out the very thing it fed on, her negativity. As her soul begins to wither away, her body crumbling to dust, the fire erupts into an inferno, finally manifesting as a pure white flame that consumes her form, obscuring her from view. Eien only watches as all of her life force ebbs into nothingness, then waits for a time, then slowly begins to walk away.

I thought you were taught never to turn your back on your opponent! White's voice rings clear in his head, and he is not even able to react before a glowing white blade impales his heart.

"But you... ...died...! I saw.... I saw it!" He hisses.

"You're not entirely incorrect on that front." White responds, her expression like steel, unmoving.

"You're such a pain in the ass. Be a good puppet and die already." He tries to hit her, but she catches his blow with her hand.

"You can't kill what doesn't exist, dear Eien." She gives him a faint smile.

"Your experience would indicate other-"

"I'm not talking about that kind of meager force. Something more... ...endless."

Their blows crash together, yet it is Eien who is sent flying instead. A silver glow of power surrounds her.

So this is your power. I'm beginning to understand why it fears you, She remarks to a new presence within her mind.

You cannot begin to imagine just how far that rabbit hole extends. But I will show you more nonetheless.

Sen_no_Kiseki_II_OST_-_E.O.V — Sen no Kiseki II OST - E.O.V

White's form grows a magnificent set of armor, one with her body yet uncomparably elegant, like that of the Lord of the Dead, or a prime ruler of the cosmos, fit for the grandest of warriors. And she knows she deserves it not.

She reaches deep into the abyss that has become her empty being, one without soul or identity, held together only by Fate itself. And Shinwa answers.

Together.

The power she brings forth could level the cosmos, and the excitement couldn't be more clear on Eien's face.

"To think you've been holding out on me! What a delicious treat! Come! Let me crush you with despair all the same!"

White sprouts grand angelic wings, while her feet are now mighty talons that rip space-time as they tear toward Eien, her mighty tail whips around in tandem with the march of her stride. She pulls forth a greatsword, much unlike her usual fighting style. Her golden horns are inscribed with runes of the deepest void, the darkest depths, and the most tranquil of abyss'. Her power radiates like an unstoppable eruption of the mightiest volcano, but yet Eien is bewildered: there is no source, only an infinite cascade. How could she wield such a power, and he could not sense it?

A matter for another time, as he unleashes the depths of his power, one that ripples throughout the fabric of the world, a shockwave that announces a power greater or beyond that of the grand total of life it self. His being glows with golden, nigh infinite power, his hair stands on end in spikes as the sheer power reverberates throughout his being. His whole being creaks with the strain, and he delights in feeling his limits tested for the first time in so long.

"Let us see the ultimate better party, whose extents truly are limitless!"

In the Wake[]

Vzark finds himself in the middle of a large grassy meadow, with Nezumi asleep and laying on top of him. Far distant muffled explosions of fighting can be heard far away.

He slowly stirs, part of him not even wanting to get up at all. "Did...what happened?" He holds Nezumi and gently places her to the side of him, slowly sitting up and looking around.

The action seems to have made her stir. The area they are in seems safe for the moment, but the intensity of the fighting elsewhere indicates that if they leave this area, they probably won't have any time to relax.

Vzark blinks. "You know what, no. Fuck that, I just want a minute or two to not be in the midst of chaos." He turns to Nezumi, remembering the moment where they shared a slight connection, and turning a little red. "....I didn't get to tell you that I was glad to see you, by the way."

"...Me too..." She makes a tiny yawn, her face scrunching slightly as she does so in an almost cute manner. She quietly looks around, before causing Wicker to appear once more, cradling the cat.

Vzark smiles, stretching slightly. "And im glad to see him, too." He looks around again. "I really dont want to bother with whatever that fighting is..."

She looks off in the direction of the fighting. "...The network is offline. The hivemind is broken, and now pandemonium rules our ranks."

Vzark sighs and lays back down. "Are...are we free, then? Is that just it?" Is it all over?"

"The control has ended, but in exchange, division has been sown. Chaos Engine fights Chaos Engine, fights Man, fights Myth. Our cornerstone is gone. Survival of the fittest says only the strong will survive from here on..."

He puts his hands to his face. "So much for a promotion." He sits back up, resting his head on Nezumi's shoulder. "What do you think we should do? Find Abeni or Azula?"

Nezumi seems to look away. "...We should stay away from Azula..."

He furrows his brow. "Well, alright. Abeni then. Just give the word when you're ready to uh...confront the fucking mess thats going on."

She nuzzles up against him. "I'm not ready..."

He quietly laughs. "Good, cause neither am I. Everything that happened recently was just a little too much. Lets just take some time for...for us, maybe?" He puts his hand over hers.

"...For us...?" She remains motionless, her lambda form grows out, as though summoned from releasing her tension.

Vzark huffs gently. "I kinda mean, uh...geez I don't know how to phrase this.....I want to figure out what we are, to each other."

"You have always been... ...perplexing..." She mutters, sinking more of her weight into him.

Vzark stays silent for a moment. "If im perplexing, should I just explain myself? How im feeling I mean." Vzark clearly seems nervous.

"You can try..."

He practically starts cuddling with her at this point. "...Nezumi, whenever im around you I find it harder and harder to contain my joy and my want to be with you." He takes a moment to breathe. "You make me happy and I can only hope that I make you happy, too."

"How do I make you happy...?"

Vzark cant help but smile when hes speaking. "I feel like you're the only one I really have a deep connection with. I get along with Abeni and shes close to me but I just feel like you're special. You're fine with taking time to deal with me and from what I can tell you enjoy my company."

"..." She seems to fall silent.

He sighs. "I understand if you don't really get what im saying but I don't know what to do or say to explain myself any further." He seems a little disheartened.

He hears her stomach growl quite audibly, her silence broken by a small 'eep' of discomfort, he just realizes that she's had a slight look of discomfort for a little bit now.

Vzark shakes his head. "Look, im sorry. I shouldn't have dumped all of that onto you. Just....pretend I didn't say anything, im sorry."

He feels her start to grip him tight. "...Hungry."

Vzark sits up slightly. "...Well, come on. Lets see if we can get some food then."

"...Sorry..."

He seems a little surprised. "You don't have to say sorry, don't worry. I just...overstepped my boundaries, is all."

"I made you think I didn't understand what you said or that I dismissed you... ...I just didn't want to bother you with trivial bodily needs."

He relaxes again. "...Yeah, actually. Part of me feels selfish for that though, I don't want everything to just be about me. And it'll take a lot more for you to bother me, especially when its just because you're hungry. Thank you, though." A small smile creeps on his face.

She gives him a weak smile in return.

He doesnt say anything for a moment, but rather suddenly he kisses her on the cheek. "VZARK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

She quietly tilts her head, before silently kissing his lips in return.

Vzark takes a good few seconds to process what just happened, his mind essentially rebooting. His entire face flushes the most red its ever been, and he cant even make out any words.

She just stares at him with her wide, impartial soft red eyes with a mostly straight faced expression. He hears another gurgle from her stomach.

"...You can thank me with dinner. And ten courses of dessert..."

His surprise turns into a large smile, and he nods. "Ye-yeah, sounds like a good deal to me. If you're ready then we can start leaving now." He seems much more energized than before.

She nods quietly, but doesn't move.

Vzark picks her up and just carries her, taking a deep breath and starting to walk.

Her head quietly rests against his chest. "I want to try something called pork..."

"Pork is good, depends in what way you want it though. I'm pretty sure the most common way though is just pork chops."

"I will eat everything."

Vzark laughs. "I know, but I have a feeling that'll change once you find something you dislike. Lets hope that doesn't happen though."

"I will eat all of the pork."

"I'll time you and we'll see how long that takes. Maybe if you manage to do it pretty quickly I can try to find some dessert."

"I will eat all of the dessert."

Vzark shakes his head. "Part of me believes you can eat that me food but the other is worried you'll stuff yourself so much that you'll explode."

"I would be eating bare minimum calorie intake for optimal function."

"Thats what they all say, until they're one hundred times neck deep in triple chocolate cake."

"I could eat seven triple layered buttermilk frosting coated cakes and four tubs of neopolitan icecream and be no closer to our species' needed intake requirements. Thankfully below minimum bares no consequence except mild annoyances of the stomach region..."

Vzark tilts his head. "....Maybe im not eating enough. Could that make me stressed out all the time?"

"Release the beast Vzark, release the beast."

Vzark lets loose a good laugh. "Maybe one day, how about I release half the beast today instead?"

"Fly me away to the food... I'm hungry...."

"Alright, alright." Vzark sprouts wings and takes off, actively avoiding any confrontation. "I'd really rather not get caught up in that right now. Food is the highest priority, right?"

"Yes... all those who deny food will burn."

"Look at all those people, busy fighting and wasting time that could be spent eating. It really is a shame." He smiles. "....Im not going to rain down fire from above though."

She just silently watches the scene below for a while.

Vzark spots a place to eat, slowing down. "There, see that?" He points to what he's looking at.

She quietly nods.

"If my vision hasn't gone to shit im gonna assume thats a barbacue restaurant based on the grill on the window, they'll probably have pork."

"Food..."

"Ready to land, then?"

She lightly gnaws on his ear.

He rolls his eyes. "Thats a yes." He finds a place rather secluded from people, and descends.

She stays in his arms for the present.

He looks at Nezumi. "Gonna have to walk for now, best we dont attract attention, right?"

She reluctantly gets down.

"I'll pick you up again later, promise." He grabs her hand and starts walking.

She walks with him, abet slowly.

They eventually reach the restaurant, and he walks inside, clearly trying not to catch too much attention. "Its weird how not so long ago it seemed like the entire fate of literally everything rested on our hands."

"..." She is looking around the resturant, seemingly captivated.

They're seated, and Vzark starts sifting through the menu. "This is really strange. Its been so long since i've been in a restaurant."

"...I hardly know what that is..."

"Well, you're in one now. I have a feeling you're going to end up liking them. Just wait."

She appears to do just that.

A waiter comes over and asks what they would like to drink. Vzark just asks for a water, and he gestures to the page of drinks on the menu towards Nezumi.

"What is... ...Sprite?" She asks, confused.

"I'm pretty sure its a carbonated drink. It kinda faaaintly tastes like lemon but not really."

She hesitantly orders the Sprite.

The waiter writes down the drinks and walks off. "Now we've just gotta look through the actual food menu."

Nezumi seems confused by the names of all of the foods.

Vzark flips the page to the entrees, pointing to the porkchops. "There you go."

She seems to drool, but completely freezes when it comes time to order food and silently shies away from the waiter toward Vzark.

He orders for her, asking for the pork chops as well as ribs for himself. The waiter promptly walks away. "I know how you feel. I still feel a little uncomfortable when waiters come to ask for my order."

She pretty much is firmly pressed against him by the time the food arrives.

Vzark says thank you to the waiter, who places Nezumi's food infront of her. Vzark smiles and seemingly waits for Nezumi to try her food.

She seems to stare it down for a moment. "So little..." The portions are rather significant for a normal human's stomach...

"You can always order more. Although we might get weird looks from other people, I guess."

She begins to gnaw on the food rather slowly.

He starts eating his own food, as a means of encouraging her to eat.

She continues to eat very slowly, much like she did with her apple back in Yosai.

He lets her take her time, not wanting to embarrass her.

She eats for an exceedingly long time before finishing.

He had finished much quicker than she did. "Well, what do you think?"

"Acceptable flavor. ...Still hungry." Her stomach gurgles.

"Like I said, we can order more. Want to order more pork or do you want to try something else?"

"Ice... cream..."

He scratches his chin. "I'm not sure if they'll have that here. We can leave and find somewhere else that might, though."

She tilts her head quietly.

"Plus, if we find a place that specifically specializes in Ice Cream theres more variety for you to choose from."

"Ice cream away..."

Vzark nods. "Then we just...have to pay." Vzark thinks for a moment before looking around, sneakily shaping aura into the form of money, then casting a strong illusion on it. "There we go. Its temporary but uh....whatever."

She tilts her head slightly but says nothing.

He waves the waiter over and asks for the check, and after a moment he gets it, putting the "cash" in the slot, as well as putting a tip. "Right, lets go."

She quietly follows him.

He looks around, starting to get annoyed at his inability to find a place before spotting one in the distance.

Nezumi follows after, trailing just behind him.

They enter the shop, which seems rather small. There is a large selection of ice creams to choose from, all behind glass with their names of the flavor listed infront on labels.

Nezumi seems enthralled, practically pressing her face against the glass as she looks at them all.

Vzark laughs internally, looking along with her before settling on plain chocolate.

She seems to anguish over the choices.

"Try something new. Well, Im assuming most of it is new but try something that sounds the best to you."

"Everything..." She is actually drooling.

"You can mix and match scoops, like you can order a cone with multiple different types."

"Pick for meeeeeee..."

Vzark looks through, before pointing. "Try Rocky Road."

"Rocky... ...road...?" She asks, her head at maximum tilt.

"Its chocolate, marshmallows and nuts."

"...Ok..."

Vzark orders a cone for her, hands some "money" he made prior to the person running the shop and gives the cone to Nezumi.

She seems to regard the cone for a moment before biting half of the scoop away in one bite.

Vzark seems a tad worried. "Will you get brainfreeze if you eat that quickly...?"

She starts holding her head in pain, whimpering for a bit, then abruptly eats the rest in another big gulp, with the same result. She then proceeds to eat the cone.

Vzark blinks. "That takes more bravery than anything ive seen recently."

"Mooooooore. I want to try mooooooore."

Vzark looks at whats available before pointing once again. "Maybe Mint Chocolate?'

She nods quietly.

Vzark orders another cone, this time Mint Chocolate Chip before handng it to Nezumi. "Maybe slower this time? You're not suggested to eat it all in one gulp."

Her mouth has already opened wide by the time he finished saying that.

He scratches his chin. "Trust me, if you keep getting brainfreezes you're going to end up not liking ice cream. Try slowly."

She ends up dropping her icecream when a pair of sonic booms roar overhead, shaking the area.

Vzark's eye twitches, extremely annoyed. "You can't be fucking serious. He grabs Nezumi by the arm and walks out, looking to the sky.

Two large fireballs are streaking across the sky, a red and blue one.

Vzark gauges the fire balls and instantly recognizes the two by their power. "Uh Nezumi, im really sorry to cut this short but I think its best if we investigate that."

"Ok."

Vzark starts walking towards the direction of the fireballs at a rather fast pace, not sprouting wings until they get to a rather secluded and far away area.

The fireballs quickly spread far apart from each other, to the point he would only be able to head toward one.

Vzark thinks about it, before heading towards the blue fireball.

It is not until several hours later that the fireball, just barely visible on the horizon, begins to dramatically plummet toward the ground.

Vzark quickens the pace hes going at, seeming rather worried.

When he is within a much closer proximity, the blue fireball slams into the ground just off the horizon, unleashing a massive blue firestorm across the landscape, blowing him back for almost thirty minutes, before finally it calms down, contained to a massive impact crater, in which the storm of fire rages like a primordial entity. The flames do not appear to be dying down anytime soon.

Vzark's worrying is replaced with irritation until the storm dies down, and he continues walking towards the impact crater, albeit rather carefully.

As the firestorm continues, Vzark thinks he can hear helicopters whirling overhead.

Vzark starts to get anxious. "Fucks sake, this is grabbing too much attention..."

A whole brigade of helicopters is now circling the area, with the emblem and lettering of the M.P.D. They appear to have minigun turret platforms on their sides, all of which are manned. Spotlights are trained on both the massive firestorm and Nezumi and Vzark.

Vzark grits his teeth, staring at the various helicopters. "Do we have a plan of action, Nezumi?"

"Their show of force is probably merited. We could leave."

He bites his lip. "But we can't just leave Azula, especially after everything thats happened. The last thing she needs is to be without friends."

"Choose."

He breathes deeply. "We should stay. Im not going to abandon anyone."

"Then you lead." The helicopters seem to divide into two groups, one around them, and one around the crater.

Vzark straightens his posture, eyeing the group that begins to surround him, slowly taking a step forward.

"This is the MPD Armored Aerial Unit! You are under arrest. Resistance will be met with lethal force! You are charged with Warcrimes Against Humanity! Repeat! You are under arrest. Resistance will be met with lethal force!"

Vzark bites his lip. "....If you let us retrieve our friends, we promise to do no harm to you."

"All subjects will be detained! If you do not comply lethal force will be used!"

Vzark looks to Nezumi, shaking his head. "One last fight, I guess." Vzark takes a defensive stance.

Foot soldiers begin to drop from the helicopters, covered in heavy battle armor.

Vzark creates various dense orbs of aura which he fires towards the foot soldiers.

At that moment, the crater surges with a huge wave of blue fire that knocks everyone back. In the epicenter stands Azula, whose form swirls and churns with huge waves of Destructive Fire, on her knees.

Stand down... there's nothing for me anymore. A wave of anguish and mourning follows the voice that enters his head.

Vzark tries his best to fight back the anguish. "Azula please, I'm sorry that you've lost so much but there's still so much left for you."

Just leave me with them... they won't hurt me.

Vzark seems frustrated. "That's not what I'm afraid of! I don't want you to hurt yourself by making us leave."

The soldiers continue despite the pelting of the aura bolts.

Hurt myself? How could anything hurt me, after everything? My heart is dead.

Vzark creates various aura barriers to slam into them. "If you dont take a chance to save yourself then you'll be doing even more damage."

"...Save myself? From what exactly? There is nothing left to save. ...But plenty left to burn."

The sun begins to rise in the horizon, beginning to shine on Azula, which seems to impart a strange effect upon her, her blue flames and form beginning to shine with a harsh crimson light instead. The pressure in the air increases and the ground begins to crack.

"I believe our lady is experiencing a crisis of purpose and meaning. Reason is long past." Moegara's voice rings in Vzark's head.

Vzark seems rather stressed. "Then what the fuck are we supposed to do?"

Vzark then hears Ryoka's voice in his head ."We stop her. However and whatever it takes. We cannot allow Lady Azula to jeopardize the future of this planet."

Vzark blinks. "Im sorry, you expect me to stop THAT?!"

Vzark then hears Sylles' voice in his head. "Well not by yourself. Stand your ground with us, Purple One."

"My name's Vzark god damnit. But message recieved. I uh, don't know if i'll be able to pull much weight but fine."

Sylles: Any and all hands will be appreciated for this battle we find ourselves engaged in.

As the light around her grows stronger, they notice a host of golden chains beginning to shackle her in massive numbers, as though trying to hold her back, they can tell she is clearly straining.

No more... no more...! I'll burn it all down... ...that's what you made me for anyways White... ...why deny my purpose anymore? You took everything from me, and now you want to play like you are on our side?! I'll burn it down.. burn it all... burn... burn... burn...!

Vzark appears extremely worried, both for himself and the sanity of his now chained friend. "Azula please! You can't lose sight of everything like this!" Vzark is getting increasingly angrier, creating chains of aura to help.

Without warning, Azula lets out a feral scream as her left arm rips through both types of chains, the landscape on the left side of her as well as the air itself cracks and shatters, a wild malestrom of destructive energy is blowing uncontrollably.

Moegara releases a huge fireball at Azula. "Shall you burn your own sister? Or have you really become that deprived?"

Nezumi releases a barrage of blue flame swords at her as well. "Even I can see others look up to you, Azula. You need to release your emotions."

"Shut the hell up! You know nothing! Look up to me? Because of what?! You place those selfish ideals of me upon me, you have no right! I'm not a leader, I'm not some damn goddess for you all to drivel and fall over yourselves for! I was a damn human! ...No... ...not even that... ...just cattle for an organization who viewed others as nothing more than toys for their own gain! What have I lost sight of Vzark? Is it some fake ideal of me you presumed was the real me? I'm nothing but a selfish woman with her own desires... ...but I'm not even allowed that because to you I'm some perfect leader, some damn goddess that White placed on a pedestal for you! Does it hurt to see the veil lifted from your eyes?! Because I certainly can quite see it... there's nothing in this world... NOTHING! ...nothing that can't be taken away... ...you can't cherish anything in this world..."

Vzark grimaces at the sight of the destruction being caused. "None of us need a fucking leader Azula! I doubt any of us, and if I can't speak for them, I never thought or saw you as just a leader! I saw you, and still see you as my friend! As my family! Im sorry about what you've lost, about what we've all lost, but that can't be stopped! It's over and there's nothing that can be done about it! If you keep with this destruction you're just going to take away even more things! You know what that pain feels like! I haven't been around long but there's already so much I fucking cherish, I don't care if one day it'll be lost! The days I get to experience with the things I cherish now are enough!"

He charges up various blasts of maser energy, throwing them haphazardly at Azula in extreme passion. Theres more to his words and actions than just passion. Theres anger, and even fear.

"All we want from you is someone to be with and hold dear to ourselves! YOU'RE TEARING YOURSELF APART!" He fires an even stronger blast this time, with even more fear.

Ryoka calls forth thunder and hailstorms alike and attempts to strike Azula down with lightning and ice

The thunder and and hailstorms warp and shatter in her presence, as she begins to break the second chain, screaming.

Her form is beginning to change, the landscape around them cracking and even some parts are lifting in their entirety from the ground. She seems to be taking on a strangely grand form, her wings blazing with crimson fire. The crimson light is growing, as if the presence of the sun is empowering her. The area trembles with her agitation. Her black CE armor is growing over her, the crimson light giving her a ghoulish appearance.

Vzark seems unsure on how to react at this point, and braces for the worst.

Solare Iudex Azul[]

Sister... don't you think this flower is pretty? Illia presents Azalea with a beautiful pink flower.

It's... ...lovely...

Just like you, right? Illia holds the simple four petaled flower to her eldest sister.

Just like... me...?

Yeah, you're the most pretty woman in the village!

Do you really believe that...? ...What does it matter when the package has no value on the inside?

...Huh? You're not making any sense Azalea... Did something happen at work...?

...A business partner would not continue selling to me because I 'have no spark'. I work as hard as I can to get this shop afloat and apparently that's not enough for anyone...

I think you have all the power in the world, Azalea! You have a big heart, you just haven't let it show yet.

...You say the oddest things, my little sister.

The lot of them are blasted away by a mighty flare of golden fire, and a completely armored version of Azula, imbued with a strange golden hue levitates in the air. Most of the MPD agents and their vehicles are damaged. In her hands is a black and gold greatsword.

"Come take your pretentious ideals to the grave then. If you think you're going to change my mind when the truth of this horrible world is laid bare, that's you're problem."

Vzark seems to lose his conviction. "I can't fight this."

Nezumi puts a hand on Vzark's shoulder. We have to do this. For our friend.

Vzark says nothing and remains still for a second, placing a hand on the handle of Novas Wrath. "...I understand."

Azula waves her hand towards them and a massive wave of gold fire rages towards them, but Moegara breathes a cone of frost, freezing it. Jumping on top of the frozen wave is Yasei, who unsheathes her sword. Launching herself at Azula with a gold and silver aura, which causes Azula to block the attack and blow her back with a flap of her wings.

Vzark creates a small explosion at his feet, launching himself towards Azula, creating spikes of aura that orbit him.

She begins to move to counter him, but she is strangely moving very slow.

Vzark takes advantage and sends the spikes crashing down at her to stop her counter even further, drawing Nova's Wrath and slashing across her chest.

The spikes shatter upon impact, leaving only minor dents, his sword cut scrapes and sparks across her armor, he doesn't quite breach it. However, he does send her flying with the force, as if her movement was slowed but their effect on her momentum is unaffected, if not amplified.

Vzark looks a little confused, but quickly looks back at the others, smiles brightly and gives a thumbs up before turning back and charging Novas Wrarth with Novic energy.

Yasei stands next to him with the same aura, and then stabs his side with a dagger, though oddly enough he only ends up feeling an extreme sense of hyperactivity and energy.

He jumps a bit at the initial rush, but quickly begins charging up even more energy in Novas Wrath than before, unleashing a massive wave of Novic energy that hurdles towards Azula.

Azula unleashes a massive violet wave of destructive power toward them, dwarfing his own in size with a slash with the black and gold weapon. As it gets closer, Abeni seems to awaken, struggling to her feet.

"Aaand im dead."

Abeni stands in the way, slashing at the energy wave with a greatly weakened swing compared to Azula's, nethertheless she stands her ground as the wave slams into her blade, pushing her back and causing no shortage of pain in the effort to shield Vzark.

Vzark appears rather shocked. "Abeni, thank you! I'm sorry you constantly have to risk your life for mine, I don't want this to become a pattern."

"Stop apologizing. You're not the one who has lost their damn mind." Abeni struggles against the force of the attack, before being blown back, the rest of the attack dispersed, but just barely.

Azula could not look more angry if she tried. She begins to run toward Abeni, and Abeni herself begins to run at her sister, their swords clashing together. Between them on the ground is a charred, barely discernible pink four petaled flower.

"You have a lot of nerve striking at your big sister," The maddened Azula jeers.

"You have a lot of nerve talking like that when you're striking out at those who love you." Abeni returns.

"I understand your pain, but you're burning yourself out as well... ...just look." Abeni pulls the withered plant from the charred soil.

"Is this really all you want to be...?"

Vzark grips his sword tighter as he charges towards the two sisters, attempting to support Abeni.

Azula screams and the three are flung back, massive orbs of destructive energy surging around her.

"Just disappear already!"

"What's making you hurt this time, Azalea...?" A voice rings out, which makes Azula freeze, turning pale as if she's seen a ghost. A faint green light begins to glow between Azula and Abeni.

Vzark peers rather curiously towards the green light.

What appears to be a female form is beginning to form amidst the light, with a face similar to that of Abeni and Azula, but far, far younger. She appears to have a sad expression on her face.

"Why are you hurting Kyra, big sister?" The female speaks, the hurt in her voice matching her face. Vzark cannot help but be mesmerized by the girl's beauty, in spite of himself trying to focus on the situation at hand.

Vzark appears to be confused both by the emotions he's feeling and the current situation.

Azula stumbles back, petrified as the female fully manifests, possessing green scales, iridescent hair, and a great mass of plants and flowers serving as clothing. Six angelic wings sprout from her back, shrouded in Ether. Her eyes are yellow, and she bares much resemblance to Abeni and Azula, to the point Vzark comes to the conclusion that she must be related in some way. As Azula stares at this newcomer, he can see that her strength is crumbling away, and an onset of deep despair and misery is setting in, replacing the rage and anguish of madness.

"Oh Gurin..." She weeps, before collapsing on the ground, empty of resolve and will.

Vzark sheathes Novas Wrath, tilting his head only getting more and more confused. "...I've lost track of the situation."

Abeni looks at the female, apparently named Gurin. "...You're back..." Abeni rushes up to hug the green Lambda tearfully.

Vzark just looks back to Nezumi with a dumbfounded look on his face. He turns back to what appears to be a family reunion and slowly approaches.

The girl named Gurin looks at him as he approaches. He cannot tell if the look she is giving him is purely friendly or if she is checking him out.

"..." She doesn't say anything.

Abeni eventually looks over at him, and with a cracked, strained voice, Abeni manages, "This is my youngest sister Gurin. She disappeared from the Fortress quite some time ago and ever since I was deathly worried..."

Vzark seems a little surprised but attempts to give his best greeting possible. "Oh. Huh. Well, good to meet you Gurin. You uh, kinda appeared at a strange time."

She only meekly nods in return.

Moegara meanwhile stretches. "Well, mission accomplished. Now time to find those friends or whatever that girl was talking about. Hey green girl, have you seen another Lambda, a fox girl, and an elf boy?"

She blinks before nodding.

"Alright, thanks." Moegara disappears in flames and a faint twinkling of snow.

Vzark sits down, seemingly tired. He appears that he doesn't want to be rude, so he just waits for the sisters to finish.

Moegara pops into view with a blue skin toned Lambda with deer like horns, an elven male, and a timid black furred Kitsune girl.

"Found them!" She disappears with them just as quickly.

Meanwhile Abeni waves him and Nezumi off, indicating she wants to be alone with her sisters.

Vzark nods, and gets up, turning around as he walks over to Nezumi. "Problem solved?"

"Who knows..." Nezumi says, watching the three.

He looks to Nezumi, hesitantly leaning in and giving a quick kiss on her cheek. "Who cares."

The girl named Gurin appears to say something to Abeni, who gravely nods before disappearing with Azula. She then turns and begins approaching Vzark silently.

He seems just ever so slightly annoyed as watches her approach him. "Guess the problem isn't, solved?"

"...I was just going to let you know thank you for being there for Azalea." She says in a subtly aggravated tone when she hears him say this.

He scratches the back of his neck, clearly feeling a little bad for what he said. "Yeah, uh....sorry. Long day, is all. Im glad I could be there for your sister. Im guessing you mean Azula? Thats what we know her by."

She is about to say something, but then Vzark notices Nezumi eying Gurin, particularly her figure only barely cover effectively by the plant growth wrapped around it, almost in a jealous manner.

"Are you trying to seduce my purple dinosaur?" She says in her usual manner, but wraps her arms around Vzark possesively.

Gurin merely blinks and turns a slight shade of red.

Vzark chokes on spit and air, smiling nervously and shaking his head. "Nezumi, its okay! I really doubt thats what they're here for."

"Why else would such a woman with an amazonian form and scantly clad 'clothing' approach you?"

Vzark cannot help but feel the razor edge amount of jealousy emitting off of Nezumi, though Vzark inadvertinatly notices that Azula and Abeni weren't exactly role model women either in that regard.

He can't help but flush quite a bit at the situation. "Oh jeez...J-just, im not that easily taken! You don't need to worry. Besides, Azula and Abeni were never a problem!"

A Drop of Poison[]

Moegara shifts in and out of the shadows, snaking her way toward the city center of one of the nearby cities closest to the Gate. She and the other Shadows had long identified this as a key strategic point for securing the Chaos Engine race, especially after the predicted fall of White. They hadn't expected White to just abandon control, but that just means their plans could begin sooner.

That being said, she couldn't just march in guns blazing. A great many MCCP agents are stationed in this city especially after the first wave occurred, and a direct confrontation with so many CRAzys and troops would be costly. ...But if those resources were converted... ...they would have the superior advantage in future fights for autonomy.

Moegara, for that reason, was selected to take control of the government here and slowly convert their population into faithful followers of Abeni's rule, for indeed the Five Shadows also agreed that Abeni would be the best possible leader for the people in the power vacuum, and they had a feeling that Abeni would accept, given her selfless nature.

...But how to do it? Moegara decided to simply take control of their leader, and have them take the fall for the city's eventually consumption into Chaos Engines. Moegara was more familiar with that than executions and impersonations.

She slips into the capital building, invisible, and slowly creeps into the center room, where the mayor appears to be belittling her next victim, if not outright blackmailing them.

...This one's heart... ...it just screams perfect pawn to me...

Moegara begins to wait, hoping the Mayor's stuttering victim will get out soon.

Man: You cannot do this! Do you know how many people are out there with no homes?

Mayor: *is nonchalantly writing on a piece of paper* Yes, I know.

Man: Then you know that the Manna House atleast provides people with the means to get by. Food is essential and you refusing to let us take in donation will run us down! Especially since you raised our taxes! That are already paid for!

Mayor: Yea, I know that too. Look, times are very much scarce. And we need to provide for everyone, not just the suffering!

Man: How much do the well-off need?

Mayor: Well enough I can feed myself.

Man: I don't even know what that means!

Mayor: Oh? Well maybe you might understand this. *slides the man the paper she was writing on*

The man takes the paper and skims it for a moment before he begins to sweat

Man: I .... I don't understand what this means...

Mayor: Oh you know. You just don't want to believe it. But do believe that if you do not pay your due, you will be incarcerated for tax evasion. Do I make myself clear.

The man looks up at the paper and looks at the mayor who flashes him a smile

Man: What you're asking me is impossible...

Mayor: Then you better start selling whatever donations you get, my friend. Food isn't cheap you know? But your life is. And trust me. I will take it. So I better. Have. My money.

Man: ...Yes, ma'am.

The man gives the mayor back the paper. He then gets up and leaves the office.

Mayor: *puts her hands behind her head* I am going to eat good tonight.

Moegara smiles.

Oh this one is good, she takes after me in a way. Oh this will be good. Well, time to flaunt my skills. And a one, two, three...

"Good morning there, Mora Shotam, you certainly have what it takes, I must say. You remind me of myself, in fact. Are you free? I have a business proposition you cannot pass up." Moegara speaks aloud, still invisible, projecting her voice to come from all directions in the room, yet nowhere at the same time, giving her voice a mystical, omnipresent quality to inflate the significance of her presence to the mere mortal, as though the Mayor had been graced with the presence of a divine being.

Mora jumps up at the sudden at the sudden presence of this voice. She scans the room only to find nothing but emptiness.

Mora: W-who are you? Who's there!?....GUARDS!

"They can't hear you love, but do not be afraid... ...Because I will grant all that you desire. But you must first hear me out, so calm down."

Mora: *breathes deeply* Ok...W-what do you want?...

"To make you a goddess. Already you rule this town under your thumb, but surely one as ambitious as you want more, I can hear your soul crave for it."

Moegara manifests herself in the chair, revealing more of her angelic nature to soften the impression but only enough to make it clear that she is not to be trifled with.

"And in truth, as with all such offerings, I request something in return, your service, mainly. You see, I am but a fragment of a greater age of beings, ones who dominated the stars. I do not wish to be the last of my kind, so I need a suitable race compatible with my own. In short... ...help me turn your city, and you will be a God-Queen, and your people will worship you as such, mere drones before a mighty one such as you... a city of gold, one that will make all eyes turn to you and you alone..."

Moegara gives her a kind smile. "And I shall maketh you, Mora Shotam, my eternal star, whose glory I will nurture for all of your days."

Mora: I mean...Not that the offer doesn't sound good. But..You know...There is nothing stopping me from accepting your offer. So why not?

Moegara opens her arms. "Then come to me, Mora. Embrace me so that I might impart my blessing unto you. I swear this oath: you will be reborn, and live a glorious future, with me at your side." The much larger, powerful woman feeds Mora with courage to approach her, knowing full well her size would make Mora skittish to approach.

Mora stretches her arms out as she slowly approaches Moegara, still somewhat skeptical about all of what she was doing. But it has gotten to the point that maybe she was just bored of playing a game she was good at. Now it was time for something to try out. That and she isn't really big on intimate contact with strangers, but she manages to pull through and embrace Moegara

Moegara returns the embrace, the sensation feels to Mora like the familiar, warm embrace of a mother. Almost immediately upon doing so, a mild explosion of power surges through Mora and throughout the room, blowing books out of their shelves, the outburst quickly being quelled as the power begins to swell like a storm inside of her, a strange sensation of pleasure filling her as she is molded by Moegara into a Chaos Engine not unlike her, with a similar body and form, though her horns are far smaller, almost imp like by comparison. Her body begins to turn into a huge mass of wind, but is soon contained by a shell of beautiful diamond, flesh eventually weaving over the form until only her tail, horns, and wings bear the crystalline structure. A single huge diamond grows in place of her heart on her chest, heavily imbued with the power of wind.

When Moegara releases her, she imparts a timebomb on Mora's soul, set to completely reoriginate her soul and turn her into a new person- -at Moegara's word. She then silently turns toward a light watching them closely, while Mora falls unconscious from the ordeal.

I won't hurt her, I promise. In fact, I rather look at humans like little children... ...just not yet full grown. I made an oath: she will be reborn, and live a glorious life. But that wicked woman she is now shall be punished for her crimes, and once she has- -I'll give her a new life and treat her as my own. So now you know my game, angel.

Mmmmm.Id rather the father take care of her punishment, but for all I know, he might be working through you. But I am keeping close on you.

No need. Of course, anything I could do is nothing compared to whatever horrors the pit would have in store for her. I'd know, being a former sucubus that was the daughter of a sucubus... Meh.

Moegara quietly watches Mora, waiting for her pawn to wake, and for her plans to begin.

Mora abruptly wakes up gasping for air

"You're awake," Moegara speaks normally now to build familiarity. "Why don't you rest a bit, and treat yourself to dinner before we discuss what you are to do to complete our pact? You have a lot of work ahead of you, but it will be worth it in the end, my sweet." Moegara alters her appearance to appear as a secretary to Mora, to not cause suspicion while in Mora's presence.

Mora: Who...Who are you supposed to be?

"Your secretary. At least until the city is totally under your thrall. It wouldn't do for a being such as myself being seen associated with you. It might... ...make people suspicious. My name is Moegara, but please refer to me as Celica until such time as your reign is assured. Now, eat your fill, you will be starving quite soon, and not the exaggerative kind, the death by starvation kind. Eat up." Moegara creates a bountiful buffet for Mora to gorge herself with.

"Once you are done eating, we will address your first task toward attaining your absolute power."

Mora looks at Moegara before she goes and begins to prepare herself some of the food laid out in front of her, still somewhat abit off-put by all that's just happened.

Moegara allows her to finish her food before she does or says anything, preferring her subject to speak first.

Mora finishes her food. Though she doesn't feel full, she doesn't exactly feel hungry neither.

Mora: So. What do you have planned for me?

Moegara unveils a glass tube filled with a strange pale green liquid, a lime sort of color. "As I said. You must turn your city, your people, into your subjects, your thralls. By turning them into our species, you as their alpha will be able to enslave them. You are to be the God-Queen of our race."

She indicates the liquid container. "This is the key to all of that. We will start with a slow burn- -tell your farmers that this is a new brand of fertilizer and have it sprayed onto the crops of the entire city. Everyone who eats of those crops will be turned. It will be far slower and more painful than your rebirth, and most will be hospitalized. While that is happening, you will also tell the water treatment companies here to use this chemical to remove unsafe contaminants from the water supply, and ensure the entire population is transformed into your slaves." She smiles.

"But first perhaps a lesson in exerting your newfound powers... ...to demonstrate what you will be capable of at the height of your power." She spreads her arms. "You will turn everyone into our species in this building, and then subjugate them, break their wills until they exist to please your every desire."

She glances at the phone on Mora's desk. "Call someone in here to practice on."

Mora takes the phone and puts in a number. A few moments later, the man that was in her office before came in

Man: Yes, Ms. Shotam?

Mora: Hello, I hope I didn't disrupt you. More than I did today.

Man: Well I was half way across town when you called. What is it? More demands?

Mora: Why yes, there is. Bow to me.

Man: ...Teh. This is a joke. It's bad enough I gotta take orders from in general, but I ain't kissin' your foot any fur-

The man feels and intense pressure pushing him down to ground. It's like gravity is puhing against him.

Man: Gaaaaaaah! W-what?! You! Y-you're one of them, aren't!?

More: Oh no. I'm much more than that.

The man lands on his knees but the forst is still pushing him down until he's hunched over.

Man: W-what do you waaaaaant!

More: Well you finished the bowing part. Why don't you kiss my foot. *places her foot out*

The man reluctantly kisses it.

Mora: *smirks* Good boy. Now.

Mora pulls her foot back and kicks the man in the face sending blood across the floor and a took falls to the floor. Mora picks it up and examines it with amusement. The man is breathing heavily.

Man: You...I hope you rot in hell, Mora Shotam!

Mora: I'm afraid I'm long ways from that. But you aren't though.

The force increases and the man finds himself laying flat on the floor. He can feel his flesh and bones slowly flattening from the intense pressure. The man begins to scream in agony and grind his teeth. Mora simply summons a chair, sits in it, grabs a breadroll and begins to eat it with a vicious smile. Mora places her foot on the man's head as tears stream down his face.

More: You all thought you were under my foot before. Hoeny, you haven't seen nothin' yet. Heheheheh.

The man yells out in pain once more

Remember that he is your practice subject for transformation. Don't kill him.

Mora: *graons* Fine fine.

The pressure being felt on the man ceases as he is engulfed in light. The man can feel himself changing beyond that of a physical and spiritual scale

Good. Break down his mind, turn him into your thrall. Make his every waking desire to be your pleasure and service.

Mora: You know, I always viewed you self-righteous pricks annoying. As any hard-working individual like myself would see. And see where my hard work got me? Power to do what I did to you and far much more. Where did your good deeds get you, hmmm? A skeleton turned paperweight. No normally. The rule of survival is for the strong to devour the weak. But since I'm beyond strong, I will do more than just devour you. I will grace you with what I have.

Man: W-what...What would I do...With all that power...? Nothing...!

Mora: Oooohhh my urge to just waste you is strooong. You simply have no initiative. That's why you're where you are now. Under my foot. But become like me and you might have the one thing you've always wanted.

Man: ...What I've always wanted, huh...Then do it...Make me...Like you...

Mora: *snaps her fingers*

Now the rest of this building. Make everyone in here your servant.

Mora: All who reside in this building, come to me.

Soon all of her staff come into her office and wait.

Mora: Kneel.

Staff: Yes ma'am.

All of her staff soon bend on one knee

Mora: You all will serve me for now on and for the rest of your lives.

Staff: Yes ma'am.

Moegara mentally applauded Mora. Now do as I instructed, corrupt this city.

Mora: Right.

Mora grabs the phone and puts in a number.

Farmer: Hello?

Mora: Yes, this is Mora Shotam.

Farmer: Oh! Hello mayor. What can I do you for?

Mora: There's some new fertilizer I want you all to use for our crops.

Farmer: Ok. What is it?

Mora: It's a new kind of fertilizer that will not only graw our crops quicker, but make them far more nutrient aswell.

Farmer: Hm...Well if it's something new then you already know I'm going to have to test it out myself first before I give it out.

Mora: Understood. I'll send you some. Goodbye. *hangs up* It's done.

"Call them. All of them. Slip it in without them knowing. The entire food supply must be contaminated. Then attack the water supply so that no one will escape the plague of evolution."

Mora: Goodness. Abit of an extremist, aren't you?

"Says the one who is becoming a god-queen under my tutorship."

Mora: Then let me enlighten you on something. When it comes to putting someone under your thumb, you gotta come off subtly. That and you ease yourself in to the minds of those under you. Convince them. Prove to them. And they will accept willingly. Until it's too late that is. Trust me, when it comes to plans like these, it requires some time. What, you expect results within a day?

"Mind control. Also, you know how long it took you to turn?" Moegara responds simply. "Trust me, once this happens, it will happen fast. If you don't make a foundation for success as soon as possible, building your castle on unstable ground will lead to ruin almost immediately. With your power, planning, effort, not a bit of it is required. Steal away their minds and bodies, and they will be puppets for your eternal pleasure. If you muck around and wait, people will start turning and will quickly figure out who did it."

She leans in and slides her finger across Mora's neck. "And there goes the God-Queen, just like that."

Mora: I turned because I am a opportunist. Everyone else here are idiots. Reason why I'm in this position of power in the first place. I find it alot more enternaing to watch them ruin their own lives through their stupidity than just robbing people of their will and mind. Besides, I can easily say a Myth took control of me and forced me to do all that I did. They'd believe it too. *smirks* Trust me. I know how this alll works. 10 years I've stood in this office unchallenged and undistubred. And now? I'm practically invincible. Thanks to you. You'll get your results. My way.

Moegara only smiles as the scene begins to warp into something truly mortifying, a field of demonic woman tormenting and seducing the spirits of countless men and demons, with a mighty pit lord standing atop the scene from an ivory throne, Moegara appearing with Mora in hand, grabbed by the very roots of her hair and very much unable to move against the might of the far stronger, more seasoned Lambda.

"Oh hey boss, nice to see you~" She gives him a sly, playful wink. "It's been too long. So listen, you being the master of basic bitches, and myself having recently taken on the practice of making basic bitches... ...What do you say you show your most recent stock what happens to disobedient cattle with this little girl here?" She gives a terrifying grin full of needle sharp teeth at Mora.

Mora: Heyheyhey! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I was just telling you we need a separate approach. Cause if you were going to all Gun-ho on this plan, you could've easily had done it yourself.

Moegara gives her a playful look. "Ho~ how scared you seem. Too bad you didn't think about the consequences of that sooner~ if you would, boss man?"

"I don't know? Don't you need her for something?"

Mora: Yes! Yes she did! But since I'm not rolling over to her will like I made everyone else in my capitol building, she's already so keen to off me! I'm teelling you! Gun! Ho!

"No no, there are no guns down here in Hell. Hoes? Sure. Plenty. I mean you're looking at them right now. But come here right quick, Moegara."

Moegara simply looks at Mora. "Oh I'm not gonna have you killed, no, I'm just asking my former boss if he'd kindly teach you a lesson before we resume our buisness. Besides, it'll be educational for you, seeing what fate you'd have for your ceaseless sins early. What with likely becoming the one on the bottom, like all of those other hogs down there."

She looks back up at him. "That depends, are you looking for a taste of the good old nectar or are you going to sing Baby Come Back?"

"Maaaybe the latter?" He flashes a nervously impish smile

"Sorry bub, but I'm not looking for a demotion."

"Well." Begins to whisper in Moegara's ear. "I would say let her have her fun. It'll make her fall all the more satisfying when you kick the chair from under her. Plus it'd be a waste ofr resources to get rid of her so quickly. She may have used only a portion of the power you gave her, she still prefers to take steps to power, rather than an elevator. Give her abit longer and she will embrace all of what she is. Besides if you cared so much about your position, then you probably should've done all of this yourself. But it's all just a suggestion. Unless you still want me to throw'er in with the hoes."

"History is already in motion. Regardless of what she thinks, I have already secured my desired outcome."

She shows him a vision of the city, undergoing a plague of transformations as the vast majority of the population painfully begins to transform.

"Soon because of her incompetence, her failure to double up and refusal to obey my instructions will cultimate in an assault on the central governance." Moegara smiles.

"The dominos fall..."

She smacks him away, annoyed. "If you would allow for a few hours of torment, my buisness will be done and she will bare witness to the fruit of her folly."

She gives a wicked grin. "Watching oneself perish is a very effective means of destroying one's self worth, don't you think?"

"I think you need that you need a chill pill..." Rubs the side of his face.

Mora: Right.

"But if you think this will set her straight then I'll allow it."

Mora: Fuck damn it...

Moegara chuckles. "Make her your swine."

"I am going to enjoy them lips of yours. So. Fine." Licks his lips in anticipation.

Mora: *narrows her eyes*

"Drop her below with the rest and I'll show her a good time."

Moegara grabs Mora and begins to slowly, agonizingly drain her of her Lambda self, turning her once more into a human. She then tosses her into the pits.

"How long before she becomes one of your succubi?" She asks as the fiends of the fields descend upon Mora. "I bet she won't hold out for more than a few hours."

"She might last longer seeing how she was so stubborn not to even apologize or beg for mercy. I'll give her six hours at the most."

"Well, I can suspend her attachment to time here, so she could spend an eternity and her life before would be waiting her return even still. It matters not how long it takes, only that she learns the place of such swine as her."

"Yea yea yea. The wicked be damned. So what all will you do now?"

"Oh, probably oversee things. Then head back and take that city for my lady. I look forward to giving her my report of success."

"Alright then. Make her proud and take care."

"Your lack of scheming is making me suspicious." She simply oversees Mora's punishment for the rest of the time. "

Eh. It's good to take a break from scheming from time to time. Especially when you've used up all of your good ones."

Moegara waits until Mora has been thoroughly broken, then has her drug before her.

"Well, my newborn succubi, have we learned our place? Or do you need an additional time out?" Moegara's presence seems to restore Mora's clarity, at the cost of the weight of her torment crashing upon her shoulders once more, having been lost in the mindless abandon of a succubus.

"You....made...your point..."

Moegara doesn't offer any reaction this time, instead she points to a mirror like object.

"Good, because I want this next lesson to stick with you for what little time you have left."

Mora looks into it to see an image of the city hall being besieged and overrun by a furious townspeople, who rampage inside and overwhelm the staff, heading directly for her room. When they barge in, Mora sees herself being assaulted by the townsfolk, who spit, curse, and beat her again and again, until she stops moving, the ground soaked in her blood.

Moegara tsks. "Well, it looks like the real price of your actions came to pass. Oh, did you think you were here in the flesh? No, just your soul. Well, now you don't have a body, and your judgement will be nigh. So little Mora, what will it be? Shall I make you mine, or will you accept that endless torment I gifted you? It's your choice. Be reborn as my daughter in all things, or live eternity in the life of a swine."

Already Mora can feel herself beginning to be pulled back into the Pits, slowly but steadily, she feels the latter option taking hold of her, and soon she won't have a choice at all. She is completely at Moegara's mercy.

" I ...accept."

"Good girl. It will be painless."

Moegara takes ahold of Mora, and with her own DNA, alters her into a child with similar features and appearance to Moegara herself. With a soft pat on the head, she completes Mora's transformation, admiring her handiwork with the newborn child Lambda. She gives a small nod to her former master.

"If you ever feel like doing something more with your existence, feel free to pledge fealty to my lady." She disappears in a swirl of fire, leaving the pit lord behind.

Reassembly[]

Moegara appears in the wreckage of the city hall, holding the sleeping reborn Mora.

"I kept my word, Angel," She intones, before moving to take advantage of Mora's removal from power. She arrives at the footsteps of the capital building and coughs, grabbing their attention.

"I see I'm not the only one affected by this curse. Me and my daughter have had a hellish night. I found an encampment of beings like us who have offered guardianship over us from the Agencies so long as I was allowed to be their representative of the rest of the city. We don't have many other options, do we?"

"It is the best option. But I warn you, do not take her to the Pits again. She was not supposed to go down there unti she had died."

"That won't be a problem, she's as pure as a newborn, I would know, I ate her corruption."

Moegara sets about uniting the populace into rebuilding the damage from the riot, and slowly begins changing them into proper citizens under Chaos Engine rule, including slowly warping their minds into believing they were always Chaos Engines. However, the surviving humans she visits in person.

"Ah, finally found you lot. I apologize if you feared for your lives, but I promise under our law you will be treated as equals to us. I will even offer a chance to become one of us willingly, but if you decline, I will understand. If living with us or becoming one of us is not to your taste, I will let you leave with an escort to the nearest human city, so that you might live in peace."

Some of the survivors agree to join her in hopes this new law is better than the former they had to live under. The others decline being skeptical of the situation and want to remove themselves from it."

Moegara keeps her word and allows them safe passage to a nearby city. The rest of them she either inducts into the new society as Chaos Engines or allows them to retain their humanity based on their choice. She then begins to oversee the reconstruction of the city into a fortress city, enhanced into a city of jewels and wealth over the course of the first few months, a city soon made out of precious metals.

She also begins to rear Mora as her child, making sure to educate her in the ways of magic, swordplay, and politics, grooming her as her successor and to carefully reformat her to lead a better life than she lead as a human. After an extended period of time, she hears reports of two individuals crossing the plains outside of her city, and goes to investigate...

A Division, a Separation[]

The wind howls, and two figures struggle through a devastated beach, beautiful shores devastated by the recent calamities plaguing the land. On a distant cliff, Arnak observes the two that he identifies as Clare and Sukimu. After the group had reassembled back at the main headquarters, Arnak was tasked with finding and bringing the two back to HQ. Issac is in the area too, but hanging further back in case things get out of hand.

Clare is depending on Sukimu for support, and despite Sukimu's lack of strength, she is giving it her all in order to keep them safe.

"...Aracelis..." Clare begins, but Sukimu interrupts her.

"No, say nothing. This is my fault, and so I'm going to protect you. I'm going to find a way to save you from this fate."

"You don't have to be so... ...so hard on myself. ...My problems are my own."

"You wouldn't have these problems if I was just there for you... ...if I wasn't that bitch's pawn... ...I've made everything worse... ...please just let me have this. I need to redeem myself for all of this..."

With a quiet but deep sigh he watches from afar, narrowing his eyes at the two. "Might as well hope this shit gets done quick..." He descends from the cliff, cracking his neck as he slowly makes his way to the two.

It doesn't take long for Sukimu to notice him, and she takes a neutral stance, watching him approach, though she does keep Clare behind her.

He eventually stops at a reasonable distance, digging some tendrils from the back of his leg into the ground without the two knowing. "Gonna have to bring you two both with me."

Sukimu narrows her eyes. "What is that supposed to mean...? We can return to headquarters ourselves, thank you. Or is that an order of yours, and what possible reason would Issac have to give it?"

He groans, crossing his arms. "Just doing my job. He wasn't all that clear. Just that you two are coming with me- now."

...Issac would never issue this kind of order unless he was intending to... ...fool! There has to be another way!

Sukimu grabs Clare's arm and flies up into the air.

"You're going to contain us, aren't you?!" She growls. "Clare doesn't deserve this life! I'm not going to let him lock up his own cousin!"

"S-Sukimu! Please calm down!" Clare protests.

"TO HELL WITH THAT!" She snaps. "I won't rest until she is saved, and neither you or that dumbass is stopping me!"

He growls, a tendril suddenly shooting out and up into the sky, wrapping tightly around Sukimu's leg. "Watch your fucking tongue, before I tear it out. I don't care about family drama, you're coming with me."

Something occurs to Sukimu after a moment. Oi, angel. If you're really my guardian, then help me, could really use some divine providence for once.

"You no need to put me to the test, Arcelis. Ask and I will see what I can do for you." A voice says as a magnificent light shines and takes form of a winged-humanoid being. The being looks at Sukimu and sees that she's caught be the tendril. The angel touches the tendril and it begins to burn away. He places his arms under Sukimu's armpits to pull her way as the tendrils continue to burn away. "Was that the providence you wanted?"

Fair enough. She tightens her grip on Clare and pulls her closer. I can't allow her to suffer anymore. I won't allow it.

The being looks at Clare for a moment, "Do you want me to take her?" the being asks in a sincere tone.

Arnak grits his teeth, the tendril cutting off from him as he turns his hands and fingers into blade-like claws. "The fuck kind of show are you all putting on here? Divine intervention or not, you're not stopping me!" He outstretches his hands, the claws growing into whip like tendrils that aim towards the three, attempting to either cut them or grab them.

Sukimu's arm points toward Arnak and grows a large violet crystal blade which launches toward the tendrils and Arnak.

"Get lost! If the Agency won't save Clare, I'm saving her on my own!"

The tendrils merely twist and turn to get past the blade, as Arnak darts to the side, creating orbiting shields of psychic energy around him. "I couldn't care about who's saving who!"

"Arcelis, I understand you want to save your friend, but how will you go about doing that?" the angel asks

There are Lambdas far older and powerful than myself. Surely they can teach me how to save her. They must have a way...

Sukimu launches a shower of jagged crystals to pierce and slash the tendrils and at Arnak.

"I'm not certain if going to them is the wisest action... " says the angel in a worried tone evident in his voice

I don't have options right now, plus the majority of the ones I have relations with should sympathize. It's my best bet. I can't trust Issac right now. Not with Lux breathing down his neck. There's about to be an internal power struggle, I can sense it. We have to keep Chaos Engines out of the MPD's hands.

"I'm not all for bets, but if this the choice you see fit, then I will not stop you..." the angel says, still very much worried

The shields orbit and block the crystals that would have hit him, with the tendrils finally being destroyed as he morphs his hands back, snapping and causes medium sized explosions all around them.

Sukimu glows, and the explosions around her warp unnaturally as if some sort of distortion was twisting and pulling them from her location, greatly warping and weakening their impact, the three are not harmed in the slightest.

"Shouldn't you do something productive like hunt down the rest of Phoenix? Do you think they will just sit around while we're playing this dumb game?"

"Quit the damn chatter!" A hellish symbol appears behind him, glowing a blood red and firing countless giant arrows at them, coated in demonic flames.

Sukimu narrows her eyes as a violent barrier appears over her and Clare, the arrows colliding with the barrier.

"A little help, we need to get away."

The arrows continue to rain down, but it appears that Arnak is melding multiple together, forming a spike-like arrow of a massive size, surging with hellish energy and aimed straight for the barrier.

The angel pulls Sukimu close to him and covers them both woth his large glowing wings. When the arrows make contact, they break into glowing white glass-like shards that stay stationary in the air. The angel then uncovers Sukimu from under his wings.

Heirs of the Void (New Saga)/ The End of Phoenix (Final Battle)[]

The Path of the Wolf[]

Lyre sits quietly in the library in Yosai, pondering long and hard on recent events, an open tome in front of him. However, he finds it hard to focus. Frustrated, he gets up, and begins walking to a particular place that he frequents. He soon hears a hearty laugh, but is not deterred by the loud noise, in fact he knew it was coming. Arriving at a place under one of the walkways that dot Yosai, he sits down next to a Chaos Engine with red hair and a short, scruffy beard. The man’s dark eyes greet the agitated Lyre, who says nothing as he looked back at the man who made Lyre who he is.

————

A young man lies beaten against the ground, his head bloody as he lays across the cold brick street. His hair is short and black, while his brown eyes quiver in pain as the group of red armored samurai stand over him with drawn katanas. He could swear this would be his grave, but...

”What are you brats doing? He’s a candidate, show him some decency!” A silver haired man with proud dark eyes, but more impressive armor, clearly their captain, shoves the soldiers aside.

He extends a hand. “You’re safe. You’re going to have a life better than the one you will leave behind.”

The young man attempts to punch the captain, but it is for naught, as he chops the back of the man’s head.

Back in Yosai, after the man was locked away, the captain kneels before White.

”I have returned from my mission, my lady. ...If I may dare ask...” He beg, only to be cut off.

”Yes, I will allow it. Be there an hour early.”

”As you will.” He bows before departing.

Next to White, a female guard in white armor scowls.

”How dare he ask such things of you...” She growls, but White gives her a warning look, and nothing more is said.

Later, in a conversion tank, the young man is restrained, the lid still open. Sitting in front of him sits the captain.

”Tell me about yourself, if you wouldn’t mind. I... I wish to honor your memory so that even after this, you will be remembered.”

The man glares, but after some pleading, the man explains that he is the failed son of a member of the European Union’s military, a decorated officer, and that all of his life, he had to lie to everyone to avoid being abuse by his father every time he screwed up, which was all of the time. But after the government found out and the father was cast from society, he took out all of his rage on the man and tried to kill him, the man being on the run, onset by his father’s allies.

The captain says nothing at first.

”...When you wake, let us drink together.” The captain says somberly, and steps back, as the lid closes, and the man knows endless darkness.

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“...You have a terrible taste in beer.” Lyre grumbles as the two Chaos Engines stare out over the war torn landscape surrounding Yosai.

The bearded CE bursts out in laughter. “Ah well. You’ll find one you like eventually.”

“My newly dead braincells disagree.” Lyre says, but continues drinking.

“So, I heard the good news. You’re getting your own command tomorrow. A village out in Russia, right?”

“...Yes. This will probably be our last meeting. You ok with that?” Lyre says tightly.

“Heheh, I didn’t realize you cared, Lyre. Is the Ice Princess warming up after all?” His partner chuckles.

“The ‘’Ice PRINCE’’ will gut you like a fish if you mock him again. ...Levin. ...Take care of yourself.”

Levin smiles. “Just remember your promise.”

Lyre walks off without a word.

Levin's smile fades as he thinks on the past.

Well and early into the war's beginning, White had gathered her finest soldiers into her hall, and when they emerged, they were reborn into Chaos Engines. The Captain, then known as Falvin, had come into her halls after the fact, and dropped to his knees. Among the chosen was his beloved wife and their child. Yet, Falvin was denied this.

He begged for her to show mercy and allow him to be with his wife, but she refused. Finally, she relented, only on the condition that he be transformed in the traditional method and lose his memories. Only then would he be allowed to rejoin them. He bitterly agreed.

On the last hour before his rebirth, Lyre visited him, something that surprised Falvin.

"Why are... you here?"

"Because I remember. I thought you would appreciate the same treatment in kind." Lyre responds.

Until now, Falvin had simply assumed the Chaos Engine was cold, uncaring, but now he can see beyond the facade. He didn't believe that morning after Lyre's birth, that they would ever respond in kindness to his advances of companionship, but strangely, the Chaos Engine seemed to come of his own accord, in spite the fact they seemed always annoyed by it.

The lid to the conversion chamber begins to seal itself, and Falvin closes his eyes in acceptance. But...

"When you wake up, I will treat you to your favorite disgusting beverage." Falvin sheds a single tear as the lid seals itself.

Despite his sacrifice, and White's willingness to follow her word, it was in vain. Not a week later, his wife was killed in battle, and his child fell to their death into the seas of Yosai. And he didn't even remember or care they existed. It was only a month into things, that Falvin, now Levin, truly understood his loss.

...And just how much he has come to cherish the companionship Lyre gave him, and how much their blood oath means to him.

For when he regained his memory, he wanted to die. So painfully. But he could not end his own life. But Lyre made a vow to him that day:

"When I am free, I will restore your honor as a warrior. I shall honor you with a warrior's death."

....

Lyre sits in his quarters, his luggage for the trip gathered. He frowns at his collection of books, and how no room exists for them. He's not willing to damage them by putting them in the luggage, but he can't just leave them to be destroyed by some cretin...

After some thought, he casts a spell, and all of the books glow violet before vanishing. Lyre breathes a sigh of relief, before putting on his outfit designating him as a general. He finds it fitting that they so greatly add to the aesthetic he chose for himself, giving him a bit grander of an air. If only he could be as grand a person as he looked, he would often think to himself.

Shaking his head, he properly tightens his armor and equipment, and begins his flight to Russia, where hopefully, he can help put an end to this ridiculous war.

After a long flight and occasional breaks, Lyre spots the fortress amid the endless snow. Its walls are decent enough, and fairly sizable for an outpost like this. Valuable mines are around the area, making it useful for additional materials. With a sigh, Lyre begins descending.

Of course, he knows what he's in for. Improper management and abuse of captives has been running rampant for months, and discipline has been sorely lacking. Gina had approached him in regards to the situation, and praised his devotion to order and procedure. If he could carry out this duty, he would be moving on to even greater things. Of course, the idea of becoming a Lambda is...

...Nauseating. He saw how drunk off power Vzark seemed for a bit, and it disgusted him. If he truly became a victim of power like so many before him, Lyre would truly have nothing but scorn for the purple haired fool.

Lyre reaches the snowy ground, and sighs. The cold is well suited to him, he can barely even tell it's there. Like a gentle, comforting breeze. Still, if the rumors are correct, he will have a lot to do when he gets there, starting with the removal of the current general.

He grips Howaitogādo in his hands, before approaching the fort.

"Halt! Who approaches?!" A single guard yells on the top of the wall.

Idiots... there's only one on the wall. I can see others scrambling to get into position. If this was an enemy attack, they'd likely be dead. I have work to do indeed.

"Stand down. I am a general from Yosai. Starting today, I am in charge. You obey my orders, or you will be executed as traitors." He says coldly, already mentally preparing himself for a fight.

The guard hesitates.

"What are you on about?! No one is taking over my position if I have anything to say about it!" A blond haired, male Chaos Engine with an air of irreverence and entitledness yells from the wall.

Bingo.

Lyre points Howaitogādo at the Chaos Engine. "You've been charged with mismanagement, refusal to obey your orders as a general, and have carried indecent conduct within these walls. Hence, you are demoted and will serve under my leadership."

"Bite me!" The Chaos Engine froths with rage before charging him. A mistake he'll live to regret, as Lyre effortlessly side steps him, and impales him in the liver, frost cracking the man's skin from contact with Lyre's Divine Instrument.

They collapse immediately from the pain, but attempt to get a leg sweep on Lyre, only for the Lyre standing in front of him to vanish like a ghost, and for the real one to slam his foot into the man's stomach, making them cough up blood.

"So strong...!" They wheeze.

"No. You're just so weak." Lyre kicks them aside, and they roll into the snow facefirst, and cease to move. Not dead, but close.

"Healers, take him to the stockade and treat him. The more able soldiers will escort me around so that I may assess the situation.

His men now scramble to obey his orders, and in complete disarray. How sad. He follows some of the more disciplined soldiers as they begin escorting him through the rations, the various posts and buildings, but noticeably the human pens are skipped, causing him suspicion, but he notes it for later, going to investigate it privately.

At the end of the tour, he seats himself in his office chair, and groans in exhaustion.

"So inept... this will be a nightmare, but it must be done." There will be many drills, reformations, and purges of corruption. The officers all over indulge in their rations and leave little for their men, and the soldiers are not being drilled and trained regularly or efficiently. He can see why Gina brought him here now, but it changes little in regards to the headache he feels.

Perhaps what he needs is a nice book. Yes, that should do...

He sighs, and summons one of his more favorite books, and places it on his desk, beginning to read and slowly relax.

Faint yelling outside becomes faintly audible, and Lyre's hands tighten their grip.

Have they no shame? That's it. They better have a good reason for that racket.

He slowly gets up and unsummons his book, a dangerous cold aura surrounds him as he makes his way outside.

"Crap, he's coming out, scram!" A pair of men's voices are faintly heard, and the owners run away. Lyre looks around, having heard the noise outside the barracks. His gaze focuses on a young woman slumped over in the snow outside it.

"..." He slowly approaches, and the woman doesn't respond to his advance, which causes an unsettling feeling to creep in his mind. Like a glacier, he advances, slowly increasing his speed to a full run once he starts to see heavy bruises and the lack of decent clothes, let alone dried blood. When he stands before her, he understands what he was told more clearly.

"...This level of depravity is..." The woman clearly looks to be in severe pain, beaten and abused. He doesn't know who did this yet, but when he finds out, they will suffer far worse than she.

"Medic! A medic is required, make haste!" Lyre roars.

After a few minutes, a soldier arrives. “What is the emergency sir?”

Lyre looks at the woman. “Take her to my quarters. We’ll examine her there. She is on the candidate list, no?”

“I believe so, sir.”

“Then this is unacceptable. The punishment is severe for harming a candidate like this. These are meant to be our comrades. To be treated like this is to shame ourselves.”

Lyre and the medic help her to her feet and carry her to Lyre’s quarters.

Once there, the medic examines her while tending to her more severe wounds.

“Medical report?” Lyre asks coldly.

“Many fractures and bruises, a minor amount of internal bleeding, but we caught it early, long term damage will be inconsequential. She would be fit for conversion except...” The medic pauses, and Lyre’s eyes narrow.

“...It looks like she was violated. ...Protocol dictates we wait to see if she...”

Lyre waves his hand. “We will observe the next few months and wait for signs of conception. Find out who did this, and then we will run an investigation to see if there are any accomplices. They will be punished.”

The medic nods gravely and begins casting magic to determine the source of the victim’s misfortune.

“Where will she stay?” The medic asks.

“My quarters. I trust no one here.” Lyre says with clenched fists.

When the medic finishes, he whispers in Lyre’s ear.

“We will wait for him to wake up, and then he and his fellows will suffer greatly.” Lyre responds, and then begins writing his initial report on the situation.

Weeks pass, and Lyre's frustration and anger soon begin to mount to extremes, as signs of pregnancy in the woman are all but confirmed, and a faint degree of sickness is observed. Compounding his fervor, is the severe lack of discipline of his men, which he begins enacting heavy drills and training sessions, intending to make them into shape.

While all of this happens, Lyre has a secret investigation launched into the full scale of the corruption in the outpost by a telepathic Chaos Engine from Yosai, determined to know how deep it goes, in relation to the former commanding officer.

Once Lyre has all the information gathered, he calls for an assembly, with all guilty parties being gathered and escorted to the courtyard, where Lyre stands, waiting for the group to be gathered. He looks particularly at the former general, the one responsible for the woman’s plight, and cracks his knuckles.

“For your crimes, I sentence you all to be executed.”

At that moment, the former general roars in rage and forces himself free, cutting loose from his bonds. He charges at Lyre, who cooly draws his sword.

“So you chose to die as you lived. So be it.” Lyre’s sword whips forth like a wasp, and rather than taking out the general, Lyre begins beating up the soldiers loyal to him, breaking their bones, and freezing them solid with piercings to their stomachs and chests.

Unlike the frantic attacks of the soldiers, every movement is graceful and swift, precision as refined as the most graceful dancer. However, the effect is far more potent than any barbarian’s strike.

The various soldiers go down one by one from his cold steel, until only the captain remains. Lyre only rolls his shoulders, and puts his weapons up.

“I don’t need these for swine like you.” Lyre clenches his fists coldly. The captain lets out a loud snarl and slings his fist at Lyre, who gracefully steps to the side, and the captain’s momentum drops him into the snow.

Lyre turns towards him and extends his hand towards him, and the snow rises to cover him, turning into ice in the form of a sealed coffin. With a flick of his wrist, daggers of ice impales the coffin repeatedly, again, and again, and again. This goes on for several hours, while the snow becomes increasingly red with blood.

Lyre turns away and walks to his barracks.

“Leave him. Trash like him don’t deserve a proper burial. When he stinks, burn him with the refuse.”

Searching for that which was lost[]

Kanashimi traverses the wartorn countryside of the British Shield States, overlooking the landscape of the French territory. Standing on top of a hill, she eyes the large number of refuges fleeing the wartorn EU from the south, while scattered throughout are firefights and battles between the UEI's forces and the Chaos Engines. Kanashimi quietly eyes the destruction, as she ties her hair up in her pony tail again.

"It seems for all of their talk, the European Union couldn't stand without Germany. Now that they've a chance to escape that hell, of course they're running." She mutters.

"Maybe with them gone, humans can stop fighting amongst themselves..." She trails off, noticing the rather abnormal sight of a castle appearing in the sky.

"...Ok, either that is Phoenix just showing off now, or things in this war just got... weirder..." She rolls her eyes, and decides to watch the castle for any signs of activity, settling into some brush.

If nothing comes of this I'll just move on to interrogating more UEI and Phoenix forces until I get what I want...

A pillar of what looks like black metal embeds itself into the earth a few dozen meters ahead of Kanashimi, a silver chain connecting to it. The pillar opens and a set of stairs comprised of the same material slide out seamlessly as a red haired youth with a long ponytail of crimson hair and sharp green eyes steps out. He wears a white coat with long dragging coattails and baggy sleeves, the coat buttoned just enough to conceal their lower half, but reveal a tunic of black material. A brown satchel hangs at his side, with various vials and jars full of liquids and salves of varying colors visible in pouches or leather loops. He raps the side of the black pillar and it closes in such a manner that it appears to have never opened before it is pulled back into the sky by its chain.

The youth simply assesses the scene, then casually walks past Kana, expression bored as he plops a lollipop into his mouth from one of his coat pockets.

Kanashimi looks after him, momentarily dumbfounded. She pulls herself together and straightens, a firm look in her eyes as she speaks,

"So what's your story? Here to help beat the senses out of an already senseless race, or are you taking pity and helping out? Or did the bunch of modified beings for an army seem like a cool science project?" She says as she walks out of the brush with a voice that sounds calm but has a more subtle depth betraying one with far more spirit than they let on, maturity giving them restraint.

She lays a hand on her hip, next to a sword that does not strike one as usual, appearing almost entirely crystaline in form and having a rather noticeable magic quality.

"And you? You look more like the run in and get stabbed sort than the observe and strike later sort," Land replies. "Personally, I could care less about either side, but they're both casually screwing up the thing I do care about that isn't back home, so I'm disinclined to either. That being said, there's at least a single bleeding heart I'd have to deal with if I didn't try to help the humans, not that they'd care for mine compared to the others." He keeps walking, shards of broken rock gathering and compressing into a large bead of sorts that locks around the near end of his ponytail.

"I'm not subtle, but that's neither here nor there. Besides, I can't get information if I kill people. Some capacity I'd actually like to be more merciful than not, even if it works against me. It's up to idiots to decide if they want to take advantage of that. I'll get to the point.

I'm looking for information on Phoenix, and it's important I get it. I'm willing to trade something of value for it. I may not look like it, but I'm more resourceful than I appear. So, find the information I need, and I'll repay you with whatever I can. At the very least if you need a hired sword, so long as it's not outright evil, as I have some level of standards, you would have mine at your disposal if you found what I was looking for. If that's not your thing I have a few things that might be valuable to you, but that's after you hear me out, not before."

Kanashimi looks back toward the battlefield. "Though if I'm just wasting my time, tell me now. Something important to me is riding on what limited time I have..."

"Information. Take it you mean more than the fire bird of marginal power," he shrugs. "I could find that info, but I'd need to know what I'd be looking for. In exchange I'd need a sample of your blood, the stuff from an artery, not some nick or scrape."

"There's very little context in this universe that could make what you said not sound like a deal with a devil." Kanashimi says flatly. "I'm not interested in making deals involving my soul, or putting myself or my kin in any worse a situation we've already been in. I don't know about you but most of my kind would be very interested in not being bound to a master." Her arms are crossed and her eyes have narrowed faintly.

"Please, if I wanted anything like that, we'd not be talking," Land says dismissively. "No, I want to study your blood and such, learn its composition and the like. I doubt you'd be able to find anything on the Moon's Shadow without being slain or maimed so that's a bust and teaching you to recognize dormant Blue Dust would take far too long."

"So in other words, you just want to know what I'm made of, probably how I was made too. Do I understand that correctly?" Kana asks, her face less readable.

"The how no, I'd figure that out without that and I've zero interest in it unless it's important from a medical standpoint. The what is far more interesting," Land states, tone dry. "Any other unstated accusations or is that enough for the day?"

"...What I was *going* to say is there's a conversion plant I was going to do a hit on to disrupt the local production of new CEs here. They'd probably have raw genetics stored on site from all of our bases. Purer and more direct samples. You wouldn't have to reverse engineer everything either. Or I guess if you really want to work for it, I can do the blood thingy. It was just a suggestion.

That said... I'm looking for my mother. She was human, like me, but considering what limited info I have, I only know she's missing while my father is dead, which probably means she's been converted like me. I want to get her out of this war so I can fight with no second thoughts. The sooner I find her, the less likely she'll wind up dead like the rest of the random CEs that get offed in this war." Kanashimi sighs.

"So, what sounds better to you? Breaking into that facility and getting purest samples possible, or does the blood letting suit your interests more?" Kanashimi asks.

"Either works," he shrugs again. "Give me info on your mother and I'll see what I can find. Just know that my help will no doubt cause your kind an issue if they get in my way. Your mother, if she is like you now and I recognize her, I'll do my best to ensure that she remains safe. Any others though, if they attack me I'm not going to not defend myself. "

Kanashimi sighs. "Then I will handle it and you can let me do all the heavy lifting. I'm not going to just let you kill former humans because their free will is taken. I am well suited to freeing my kind anyway."

She's silent for a moment, as though trying to gather her thoughts.

"Me and my mother were both human once, I was once Shimo. My mother... she was... Xǐyuè. I'm pretty sure. I know her name meant Joy in Chinese. Dad's the one who named me. Doofus didn't realize he was giving me a Japanese name, but he was so into it Ma didn't have the heart to correct him.

She was from a small family of ethnic Chinese who fled China ages ago before the ruling party took over. Red hair in a big ponytail, red-brown eyes, broke into Chinese when particularly mad, very womanly and very gentle. When I say big ponytail, I mean it would go to her shins before she would cut her hair. Oh yeah, martial artist, big time.

We lived in Britain, and my father was English but..." She looks frustrated. "I can't remember him. Only Ma. Or things that Ma told me about him. I'm sorry if I'm not being helpful enough... I never regained all of my memories as a human, partially because..." She trails off.

"...A thing happened to me, and it sorta locked any progress I was ever going to have in that department ever. I still get flashes of the old me, but... rarely." She breathes, clearly stressed about it.

"Any questions or... ...would you rather just get going?" She asks slowly.

"Of course you'd misunderstand," Land mumbles. "Sure, fine. Let's get it done." His eyes harden for a moment.

Kanashimi rolls her shoulders, before turning towards the enemy's territory. "Mr Mumbles, I'll be forward with you, because I expect that from other people. I don't understand you, but we've hardly known each other beyond this conversation. The last time I trusted someone with the life of a Chaos Engine who needed saving..."

Her ponytail drifts in the wind, and he sees a hideous hole like scar that goes a significant way into her neck, as though a round object had been forcibly torn out.

"Well, I paid a price the vast majority of people who live and breathe will never have to pay. So I'm sorry if I come off abrasive, because after you die once, you don't forget it. So let's both try and be patient with the other here."

With that, she silently walks toward enemy territory.

Land follows behind, eyes closed as pebbles and the like float and gather in his many pockets, none of which seem to bulge or grow wider. Another like us four then. But of course, look away for a moment and some fool decides to make monsters of men and raise the dead... Not that it's his fault, the geezer.

After a while, Kanashimi stops, looking up at the sky. "You wouldn't happen to have invisibility stuff, would ya?"

Land reaches into his satchel, pulls out a jar of semi-claer salve and hands it to Kana. "Smear that on everything you want invisible, clothing included." He then faces away from Kana as he draws out an empty jar and pebbles fill it, most coming from his pockets. By the time he retyrns it to his satchel, the contents have become a semi-clear salve.

Kanashimi looks at it and opens the jar, then seems to observe it for a moment or two, as though calculating something, and holds it up over her head and tips it over herself, a glow forming over it as it appears to be guided over her form magically.

By the time she's done, Land has gathered more pebbles to replace the ones used with surplus and stretches out a hand expectantly without looking.

She returns the jar. "We're still a ways away, but scouts would be flying over soon. Safe than sorry. Plus they have these railguns... and other unpleasant things to get hit with."

She sets off, toward a faintly visible structure far in the distance.

Land follows behind, light passing through and bending around him until he too is invisible.

Kanashimi leads him on to what appears to be a walled city with weapons on the top of the walls resembling advanced railguns, manned by CEs, above them flies constant patrols of armored CEs and odd dragons that have angelic and demon traits. Kanashimi doesn't go through the main entrance, which has lines of humans being marched into the walls, but instead toward a small stream that smells like chemicals.

Unconcerned, she wades into the water, and Land notices the water first sizzles, but almost immediately becomes crystal clear, as though everything in the water was cleansed entirely by contacting Kanashimi.

"Through the grate in the wall, it's easier than getting caught." She whispers.

Land grumbles about pollution and the like as he follows, some of the water trailing behind him and into a different set of pockets for a short while once they are out of the water.

She continues through the stream until she reaches the grate, the source of the contaiminents, and pries it open, crawling in the hole inside. A notable green aura flares around her as she does, again cleansing the area she passes through, also sparing Land from the smells of the chemicals or going through any hazardous material.

She soon finds her way to a grate in what looks to be a metal corridor above their heads, and she pauses, as though trying to sense something.

"...Not picking anything up, for the moment we should be clear to infiltrate. Are you ready? These places, well, besides the guards, are not pleasant, for reasons you'll see soon." She asks, one hand on the grate, while looking towards Land.

"I've likely seen worse, but I'll take your word for it," he states.

She opens the grate abruptly and swings out, sword at the ready, quickly scanning the area, before motioning for Land to come up. When he does, he crawls out into a long chamber with fifty glass tubes on both sides of the long walls, with humanoid figures contained within. On one end of the hall, what appears to be recently tranquilized humans are contained, while on the complete opposite end, Chaos Engines are seen in storage.

Kanashimi's attention however is on the middle section, where they stand. The closer to the middle the contained humans are, the less... human they look. The ones closer to the Chaos Engine side have deformed into fleshy white forms with very little or no discerning features, even gender based features are stripped from them, nothing but disgusting blank sacks of human genome encased in a flesh shell.

Some of these have been injected with a thick needle into their necks, and are beginning to be transformed into brand new CEs, while some of the tranquilized humans can be seen turning paler and paler, their features being absorbed into their bodies as they are being turned into genetic material for redesigning.

"This is how we're born. A human is reduced into a vague sack of stem cells primed to undergo mass cell development, and Phoenix perfected the art of repurposing those into agents that can build perfect hybrids of mass destruction. I was born like this too. This is one wing, of many countless in this facility, this Conversion Plant. They aim to repopulate the European Union territories and their civilians completely by the end of the next few months. Millions of innocent lives warped for the satisfaction of sadists." Kanashimi's fists are clenched.

"So, shall we help them first, or do you consider your sample higher priority?" She asks. "If so, we need to head deeper inside the facility."

Land stares at the tubes for some time, then closes his eyes. "While I have seen far worse and care little for humans myself, such actions in the name of science are reprehensible. In the name of sadism, simply to break spirits, however... The ones behind this want a war or the destruction of all human life do they? They'll get a war, six of them-" His eyes flash red and for a moment Kanashimi sees an overgrown world, plants dominating the surface before Land centers himself and the vision fades, his eyes green once more, expression bored once more. "No, they will be stripped of their tools and see them normalized if the chance is given and the offer therein taken. Show me how you would help them."

"...Ok. First, I need you to get the humans out of those tanks. If you're remotely strong you should be able to break through their tanks. That said, watch carefully for any sign of twitching or white spots. Either or both means they're already hollow, with just some structural parts externally giving them a shape. Twitching means their organs are liquefying and probably most of the internal composition is a bit of a lost cause.

We need to leave the... ...embryos to their present condition and wait for them to become CEs. Those who have already been turned I will be setting free on this end, marking them and then sending them to a 'friend' who will make sure they're taken care of. If I find any with combat potential, I might keep them close because we're gonna start getting attention. As for the CEs fully battle ready, I'll need your help subduing them when I release them."

With that said, she cuts open a tank with her sword, a newborn CE losing the support of the liquids inside and before the pump attached to their neck can be pulled, she cuts it off, and grabs the female CE. She looks at the unconscious CE with a strange look, Land noticing the CE resembles her vaguely.

"...Of course the first one I get out would be a Draken Model..." She mumbles, before turning her over, marking her with a glowing blue brand, and moves on to the next couple of tanks, repeating this process, setting aside a few CEs as she does this.

Land taps his foot and multiple tanks break open, specifically ones without the first two conditions. The cables and pumps on their necks melt into fleshy paste and fall out of their forms with no time to spare. Those that are hostile receive what looks to be a withering glare before they hear the sound of the tide roaring and faint after losing all sense of balance.

After Land has gotten all of the humans out, and she all the Chaos Engines without organs, she returns to the human side and draws her sword, pointing it briefly at them before slashing a wide arc of blue energy, that when it touches them, causes them to be sent through a portal like rift.

"I sent them to a place far from the fighting in human territory. They should be safe..." She turns to the CEs she freed with brands on them.

"I'm sending these ones to an acquaintance of mine over in the Atlantic Territories. She's a Lambda who controls a city of CEs there. At the very least, she's not at war with the humans, but you might consider telling your allies of her and striking up some manner of alliance or non aggression pact. It would be helpful to have her on the same side as the rest of us."

With that, she slashes her sword and sends the majority of the CEs save for two she set aside through another rift. These two she instead begins healing, both starting to wake up. One is a female with short red hair with a toned build, the other a white haired male, rather slim. She regards them for a moment, before walking off a short ways, coming back with white and black tunics for both of them.

"These two have promise and should be helpful with the skills I detected. After all this is over, I'll make sure that if they remember their human selves again and want to go back, I'll honor their wishes." She helps them into the tunics, and eventually the red haired CE is fully woken.

"You don't have a name, right?" Kanashimi asks, and the CE shakes her head.

"...You'll be Ion for now, is that alright?" The CE quietly nods. Kanashimi then turns from Ion to the white haired male, who has also woken.

"You as well? ...Faul." The white haired male sighs but agrees to the name, after which she helps Ion and Faul up. She returns her attention to the humanoid forms that were once humans, but are now neither.

"...Let's get you taken care of," Kanashimi mutters, and approaches one, but appears to be messing with something behind the pod. He hears something being cut, and the sound of trickling liquid.

"Oi, come over here, I've gotten you your sample stuff." She calls to Land. When he investigates, a hose has been nicked, now gushing a thick, viscous liquid that has a pale color, a minor smell of iron.

Land's eyes flash multiple colors as he touches the liquid, then watches some flow upwards into a vial in his satchel. He then reaches in and pulls out what looks to be a perfectly smooth stone. He begins speaking to it but his words don't make much sense barring what are clearly names. He then palms the stone and returns it to the satchel.

"We should keep moving," he states.

Enemy Unknown, The Threat Escalates[]

It's at this point that Land notices a baleful presence lurking nearby. The only way he can describe it is a will to desecrate, to destroy anything in its path. The sheer radiating malevolence outmatches most demons by a large margin.

The Inquisitor sighs as his eyes burn a toxic yellow. His coat flutters as his posture relaxes and he plucks a single strand of hair from his head. The strand pulses and twists, elongating and expanding into a small blade of red tinted metal.

"Get ready," he says.

Kanashimi stares at the blade. "...Cool trick... ...no wait, what was that about..." She trails off as if noticing what he just did.

"...What... is that?" He sees her hair glow and turn pure white, while her eyes glow bright red, and a black aura dragon forms around her. "...It's creeping me out whatever that sensation is..."

Land readies the blade as his coat blows in an unseen wind. Kanashimi hears what seems like a mutter of something ending in "...alia" as the glass and metal from the opened pops rises and flows into his pockets along with excess liquid.

The two stand guard, as metallic footfalls can be heard, until at last what appears to be an armored knight walks around the corner, and there is no increase in pressure or otherwise notable sensation, other than the faint crawling of skin on Land's neck indicating the source of the presence has started looking at him.

The armored being seems to observe them from the end of the hall, before speaking, to Land's surprise, as he had initially gathered from the level of malice the entity wasn't sentient, only out for violence:

"Return what you have stolen. I will issue this warning only once." The voice comes as incredibly sharp and sinister, without any human warmth. However, what becomes apparent to Land is that the entity before them isn't talking, but rather, the voice comes from another, the entity merely a conduit for its voice. In other words, someone behind the scenes commands this monster, and is far greater in strength than this entity.

Land glances over to Kanashimi. "Gird yourself." The words seem to carry more weight than they would normally as he addresses the figure beyond the armor. "Declined, make a counter offer or shove off." His coat sways once, twice, then a third time as he watches the being, his form relaxing further.

She tenses, but without warning, the knight has closed the distance and has slashed its blade at her with a sweep of some manner of fire that immediately feels utterly wrong and dangerous, but he can tell that the Chaos Engine is not as attuned to such things, and merely went to counter strike, when the flames eat right through the aura and a gash opens on her chest, the flesh around it blackening as she yelps in pain, jumping back to heal.

"The... the hell kind of fire was that?! I... I couldn't absorb it at all!" She seems panicked, but is recomposing herself. She breathes, and suddenly a pulse of power bursts from her, as her form becomes flame like, a blade and shield of flame forming and are soon equipped. Land can tell this fire like appearance, like her enemy's flames, is merely a visual look alike to fire, but in reality, divine energy swirls from within her like a furnace, the blade and shield seem to possess Spacial Tier properties.

With this form activated, she takes a more cautious stance, now properly heeding Land. Meanwhile, the demonic knight has thrust its sword forward at Land's head.

Land casually sidesteps the attack, hair and coat swaying as he enters the guard of the armor and slashes at it with his blade. Further, before it csn react, the ground beneath it sinks into a thick sludge as he whips around and hurls the blade at the being, a silver red line trailing in the air behind it. Kana notes that her injury itches now as Land sways and slides as if skating, watching their foe silently.

The being's armor flares with hellish fire, the sludge burns into ash, the being merely levitating over the spot idly. The sword itself flies out of Land's hand when it runs into a invisible force a few inches from the being's form, Land's sword hand bruised from having it so violently forced out of his hand.

"...I'm getting a better idea about this thing. It's... exuding this faint pressure... it's like a constant aura of pure power and force, you might as well have slashed at a solid wall." Kanashimi narrows her eyes.

"I felt something like that when I fought that Moe lady. ...Is this thing a Lambda or something?" She jumps back abruptly as a hellish spear narrowly misses the spot she was standing on, while the monster sweeps its arm abruptly and elbow's Land's chest into one of the pods with an inert figure still inside, causing the glass to shatter and the form to lose stability and fall apart.

Kanashimi looks at this and almost looks nauseated, then angry, slashing at it with her blazing sword, though it doesn't hurt the being, Land can see glowing cracks in the air around it briefly.

"Insufficient force? Armament 06a: Painless," Land breathes as his coat catches the elbow. A moment later Kanashimi's ears pop and Land's pupils slit as a shell of of concentrated Ether slams into the barrier past the speed of sound. The shell denotates on impact, releasing a supersonic buckshot spread at point blank range. Before the shell casings hit hit the walls and floor, they freeze in place before flowing into Land's pockets. He then sighs again as his bruised hand recovers and he flicks his wrist slightly the blade from before stopping mid flight then homing in or the figure as the ground beneath Land warps and bubbles. He too begins to float, popping his back idly.

"Explain a Lambda," he states as Kanashimi notes Land's presence is odd.

"...Chaos Engines are given a title based what generation they're made in, via the Greek Alphabet. I'm from from the seventh generation, the Etas. Lambdas are Chaos Engines four generations above us. The few I've meet are... ...strong."

Kanashimi thinks back to the displays of power Azula and Abeni showed as they fought against Azul, how earth shattering their power was. ...And how weak, insignificant, she felt in their presence.

"...Moegara wasn't as powerful as some of the others I've met... ...but the strongest of them? I would describe them as... ...godlike. There isn't a word to describe it. I've never felt so... ...small. I don't know what makes them vary so much, but it's very clear the upper limits of what Lambdas can do compared to us Etas... is extreme."

Meanwhile, the armored demon pulses with power, and shifts position, fists curled. Land can sense a heavy attack being prepared by the being.

Land places his hands forward and crosses them. His eyes flare and his presence explodes outward wrapping around himself and the others present save for the demon. "Land's Voice: Sanctus." A barrier in the form of a latticework of branches and roots form around them as land's eyes dip to red. "Big red, not gonna lie not liking the chances of those pods surviving. If they don't, don't blame me for what follows." The entire floor is slowly but surely warping to a bubbling mess that is being pulled towards Land.

Kanashimi watches as the armored demon moves its fist forward, and then, straight toward the pods. Her body moves without thinking, and she suddenly appears in front of them, as its fist slams straight into her shield. As it does so, the force surrounding the armored demon shatters, and she screams with fury and slashes at it, her blade cutting right through its extended arm, igniting it to ashes, making it stumble backwards as the rest of it catches fire.

"You... piece of shit..." Kanashimi growls. "You've already ruined their lives, but I guess you're not satisfied until you've wasted what's left of them, huh?!"

The armored demon growls, and slashes at her again, this time she blocks with her sword and kicks it back into the next hallway. She dives after it, even as hellish spears fly at her, she cuts most of them up, while blocking the rest. As they hurtle into the next room, its attacks start causing huge gashes in the structure, gashes that glow red with heat. As it goes to stab at her, she thrusts her shield forward, slamming the monster into the wall, causing it to collapse, exposing the light outside.

Not remotely weakened, the demon rights itself and slams its fist into Kanashimi's stomach, knocking her through the other wall and causing that corridor to completely cave in. She gets up, and smirks as the demon's other hand ignites and turns to ash. Still, the foul monster doesn't seem remotely done, as a massive flare of power surges from it, red light glowing from the seams of its armor, as two energy arms regrow from its wounds. It suddenly unleashes a massive blast of its flames straight toward Kanashimi, who dodges, only for it to appear behind her and slam its leg into her back, sending her tumbling across the ground. She gets up, but it's clear the hit stuck, but she shakes it off.

"...Sorry, but Phoenix has wasted enough lives in this war. If I have the power to save those lives, I won't hide and let someone shield me. Let's do this, little red." Kanashimi pants a minor amount, but smiles. "I've not seen how far this power of mine can take me anyway..."

"Very well. Land's Voice: Boon." Land intones and Kana feels her strength and Land's presence merge, growing in power by an order or magnitude as the latticework barrier cracks. His eyes flash red. "Fiend's Voice: Riposte." The Inquisitor vanishes at the same moment the demon is barraged from all sides by earth shattering blows and sky rending slashes before the Inquisitor reappears hand crackling with iridescent energy as the blade shifts back to a strand of hair that dissolves in the energy. "Mountain Cleaving Strike." Land strikes with the speed of sound and force capable of leveling mountains; force so great that his arm is momentarily obliterated and reforms afterwards. And yet the blow isn't simply sheer for alone, it is instead a mix of the power of multiple elements in alignment with him at once and a startling amount of divine power suffused with Ether.

When the blow subsides, the creature is without armor, a large mass of malevolent energy. Staring into the form, Land sees a faint vision of the world soaked in blood and aflame. Soldiers of the UEI, the Order, and even Chaos Engines and Myths alike are impaled upon hellish pikes, in the center of it all, a lone armored figure with long, brilliant white curled hair and ram's horns, with black angelic wings and a sword that radiates the same form of malevolence as the entity standing before them now stands, a sense of foreboding passes along with the vision.

He doesn't get long to think on it, as two things happen, Kanashimi engages in a final brawl with the being, before finally stabbing it in the chest with her sword and it turning to ash, and the world briefly turns dark, as though night had come to claim the day, but it returns to normal as soon as it had happened. Kanashimi stands triumphant, but Land notices it got a notable hit to her side that isn't healing, it had apparently cut into her with a sword before it went down.

She grasps her side with her hand as her power deactivates, and falls to her knees. "Damn it, that hurts... seriously what the hell is with that weird energy?!"

"Dunno, you'd have to ask Lady Abeni that one~" A soft female's voice says above them. Land notices a strong presence in that same direction, and when they turn, they see a female with blonde hair with streaks of iridescence, while her eyes glisten completely in that same quality. She wears a elegant dress, with a simple sword at her waist, and glowing angelic wings extend from her back. Whisker like scales extend from her cheeks, while Ether flows from her arms, and her feet are notably taloned.

She tosses him and Kanashimi a smile, and claps. "You're both strong, well done. That being said, Miss Kana, won't you consider taking our side once more? You can become so much more than you are, our lady sees great potential in you."

Kanashimi growls. "Bite me..."

The female frowns. "Now now, quite rude of you, to speak to a Lambda appointed over this land by Lady Abeni herself, little Eta. Not that I actually care about such things, but Gina won't show you any mercy for that. Really quite boring woman... ...But that said, you can't actually refuse, because I'mma take you if you like it or not." She appears to extend her hand, but before anything can happen, Land hears the drawing and slashing of a sword, and both Kanashimi and Land are covered in swirling darkness, reappearing behind UEI lines.

Kanashimi turns to the person who pulled them out of there, and sees a man with black hair, red eyes, and red angular brands along his form. He wears a white coat with black pants, and bears a black blade with flickering red energy swirling around it. He greets them with a neutral look.

"I've been looking for you, Eta of Redemption. Do you remember me?" The man says, looking at Kanashimi.

"...Nobuyuki? ...Holy crap, that really is you. ...Did you go goth?" Kanashimi asks, confused by the man's appearance.

"No. Just a different form than you were familiar with. In any case, you two were about to have bad company in the form of a small army of those things. I saved you the trouble of fighting a battle you weren't winning." He gestures to Ion and Faul.

"They, as well as you, clearly need training." He glances at Land. "But I imagine you still have something left to do before your schedule is open, Kanashimi?"

She slowly nods, and the spirit sighs. "Then take this." He gives her a small gem, dark in color. "When you're ready to find me, it will take you to where you need to be." With that, the spirit disappears.

"...I really do need to become stronger, don't I?" Kanashimi's tone is hard to read, but her clenched fists and bowed head says a lot.

"Yeah," Land affirms before clutching his chest and falling to his knees. His form cracks for a moment and iridescent light pours from the cracks as they spiral and spread, but before anything comes of it, he strikes himself and the cracks fade. "Bad timing, body..." He rights himself.

"I'm a terrible teacher, but I know an old man who can teach you a thing or two once we find your mother... That said, you gotta be faster on the upkeep. You aren't bad, but you're unpolished and it shows. Against weaker foes or idiots, that's fine, but not people who are wiser and more cool headed. As for me, I play the reckless berserker when I'm really gauging my foe to find the best approach." He looks up, eyes decidedly green once more.

"The Spirit is no doubt good with a sword, but enough people use swords around these parts that you wanna learn it and another thing or two." He then approaches Kanashimi, hand glowing a faint green. "This'll hurt, fair warning." He then places his hand over the injury and Kanashimi feels as though the injured area is bubbling over and boiling from the inside out as it rather forcefully heals- or rather the damaged cells and life force in the area are burned away and remade based on the undamaged area around them.

She feels a wave of dizziness akin to vertigo for a moment as his hand glows brighter, but soon the feeling is replaced by renewed energy and vigor... it still hurts quite a bit though.

She clenches her teeth and hisses, tensing up but doesn't do anything.

"...So what's... what's first? I assume you have some sort of plan?" Kanashimi asks, teeth grinting as she works through the pain.

"We didn't find any direct leads on your mother there, so we look elsewhere. I'll spread the word and see what the others find. In the meantime, we can either continue our search or lie low for a bit and handle some scouting or recon. Again, I'm a terrible teacher else you'd be in boot camp, but maybe you can learn a thing or two passively. When I got my sample, I learned a few things about you Etas, or at least the basic ones. Given time I could devise a process reversal for the transformation, but until then I think you three could leech a few things from me."

"Fair enough. That said, there isn't really a point in my being human, so personally I would pass even if you offered that to me. I could see the benefit of Mother being human..." She trails off, as though starting to dwell on something.

"That is to say... ...no but..." She covers her face, becoming stressed or possibly anxious to Land's observation.

"..." She straightens and breathes shakily. "It's nothing. I'll agree to scoping things out for a time, more information on what's going on in the nerve center of their operations would be crucial. That said, the UEI have been mumbling about intense earthquakes in Germany, close to Berlin. Yosai crash landed there a while ago, and no one has been able to find out info on what's going on now."

"Earthquakes you say," Land says, then closes his eyes. A faint blue aura takes to his form then spreads like a pulse across the earth. Pebbles, shrapnel and small pieces of debris float and gather around him and Kanashimi hears hissing whispers from hundreds of sources as the detritus circles around him in layers upon layers of perfect rings that glow with the same blue aura. Land says something and the whispers cease before he continues, his voice akin to the sound of whispering winds and the crackle of embers, the stone and metal bob in response and the whispers return, going back and forth with him until the much of the material stops and shifts into living birds and other winged animals while the remainder shifts into lizards or moles or other burrowing mammals. Each has the same blue somewhere on its form, whether that be the eyes, a stripe in the fur, a layer of feathers or some other feature, signifying their change. With another word the animals leave, many moving towards the source of the earthquakes much faster than their size would normally allow, while others linger before heading in other directions as Land ceases to glow.

"The little ones will look into the the seismic activity and report back... Well, most will. The others will be enjoying their new forms for a time."

"Hmm." She glances at Ion. "Well, I may as well help get you into shape. Get ready to spar."

Ion flinches. "H-h-huh?"

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." With that, Kanashimi proceeds to deck Ion in the stomach, causing her to fold like tissue paper.

"GaaAAAAH! What part of that was 'easy?!'" Ion wheezes.

"You didn't dodge. And you gotta build that pain tolerance and endurance... The best kindness is the most cruel."

And with that, Kanashimi spars with Ion, though it is very much a spartan definition of sparring, for a good hour or two before Ion collapses in exhaustion (and covered in bruises), and Kanashimi kneels down next to her and places her hands on Ion, a green restorative energy flowing through her.

"Take a good rest, you did well." Kanashimi gives her a reassuring smile. She looks at Land. "Any chance you can get her some water? She earned it."

"...How did I do well? I didn't land a hit on you..." Ion squeaks, still in pain, but recovering thanks to Kanashimi's healing.

"The important thing is you stopped dropping like a stone in water every time I hit you, and you were able to start seeing the hits coming, and blocked a few. Take's time to get good. And I'm not even the best I can be, Land said so himself. It'll work out."

Kanashimi sighs. "Wasn't a bad workout for myself at least."

Land pulls a jar of clear liquid from his satchel and passes it to Ion. "Water with electrolytes. I want the jar back." It seems he's somewhat possessive of his jars.

"We can spar a bit if you want, but up to you... Actually. Hm, I may be able to teach you a thing or two." He rummages through his bag, gently removing more vials and jars than what should reasonably fit within it, something that looks like a gauntlet with a rather large spike attached to it, a series of rings connected by chains to a metal band and finally what looks like an ornate spearhead. He replaces everything but the gauntlet and the spearhead meticulously.

"Can't teach you any of the Holy Arts, but I can teach you a bit about moving fluidly and the whole 'oneness with one's weapon thing'." He puts on the gauntlet and his demeanor changes from bored and relaxed to strict and colder than ice. Once he grabs the spearhead and attaches it to the gauntlet does Kanashimi get a real sense that he's properly serious. "Catch your breath and what not. This should be a quick lesson."

"..." Kanashimi places her hand on her sword hilt. I don't like the look of that thing...

Land surges forward, eyes narrowed, gauntlet at the ready. The spearhead clamps down over the stake turning it into what looks like an armblade with a faint golden aura.

Kanashimi partially draws her sword, the blade faintly glowing.

As Land enters her strike range he flickers and vanishes, his presence evenly distributed through the area.

She looks confused and slashes behind her, in an attempt to dissuade sneak attacks.

She feels a strike to her flank and Land seems to just materialize from thin air, yet it's clear he didn't teleport or use anything else to actually vanish. He seems to flow away from her and yet the ground is normal and his feet clearly touch it.

She grits her teeth and tries to focus, trying to pay closer attention.

Land seems to surge forward again, blade at the ready, poised for an aerial attack.

Kanashimi readies herself, her sword in a guard position.

The Inquisitor vanishes the moment Kanashimi's posture changes.

Kanashimi tries to keep herself calm while she tries to figure out where he went.

In the time it takes for her calm to be restored, Kanashimi feels her legs get swept from under her and something graze the side of her neck from as Land reappears once more, spinning through the air, eyes closed.

Kanashimi slams her fist into the ground in frustration and rolls away from Land and when she gets up, faces him with her sword pointed at him, her eyes glinting with growing agitation yet also determination.

When Land strikes the ground, faster than a person his size should, a wave of earth erupts towards Kanashimi. Less than a second later he is sprinting along the wave towards her, blade at the ready.

She guards, leaping to avoid the wave but also using her wings to push and float higher than a jump would have been anticipated to have gone.

Land clicks his tongue before flickering and appearing directly in front of Kanashimi and flicking her forehead hard enough to send her flying back a few feet. His expression is stern. "You're being too defensive and reactive. Were this a serious bout, you might have lost your head by now."

She scowls, her eyes lighting up strongly, her hair briefly glows as her fingers dig into the ground, and she shakes with pent up fury. She breathes heavily as she forces herself back up, but it's not from exhaustion. Her teeth are bared, and she is still shaking violently, but he sees her breathe in and out, as though trying to get control of herself.

"..." She wrests control of herself and stands her ground, eyes gleaming with focus and intensity.

Land reappears on the ground, stance neutral. He closes his eyes as if focusing.

Kanashimi's gaze doesn't waver in the slightest.

It becomes evident that Land is focusing when rocks begin to rise around both of them, each glowing with a burning blue light akin to flame yet completely foreign. His blade takes on the same glow as he seems to sway in a phantom breeze.

She takes up her blade and lunges forward, not remotely hesitating once seeing this.

Land blocks the blade with a finger and his eyes snap open, now yellow, as Kanashimi gets the feeling for the briefest of moments that she's in mortal peril. "Was that wise?"

Land suddenly goes sailing into the air, and then slammed down onto his back, shattering the ground with severe force, followed quickly by a ruthless smash to his stomach from Kanashimi's foot, and he realizes he had been baited - she switched which hand her sword was in, allowing her to use his movement against him.

"I don't know, you sure look like a smart ass to me." Kanashimi growls lowly, her eyes gleaming scarlet. "Struggling to see how that counts as teaching, and more just trying to beat the shit out of me."

As her foot connects with Land it instead goes clear through him as he seems to scatter into blue light.

"If that were my intention, I don't think I'd at least be attempting to offer advice," she hears him say as he seems to just reappear behind her, this time not striking. He seems to be jolding a small container now, one that he places into his satchel as Kanashimi gets the feeling to move away from him as the blue aura intensifies. "But then, if goading you to anger is what sharpens you, I'll accept that. Power is nice, but being abke to see through or expect things is far more important when you can expect others of equal or greater strength than yourself. That and... efficiency." As the final word leaves his mouth, she notes that his coat seems to be swaying on its own.

She doesn’t move. “...You’re wasting my time. I give you a chance because I figured you know what the hell you’re doing, but then you go and exasperate the thing I’m trying to get over and ruining whatever damn progress I would have had from whatever the hell that ‘training’ was supposed to be.

I need to be getting stronger so I can save my mom and not be useless as a fighter, not wasting my time dicking around doing the same shit that put me in this situation in the first place.”

Kanashimi’s tone is just shy of true hostility, she is clearly agitated.

“I’m gonna go cool my head so I don’t feel obligated to part you from yours.” She walks away.

Land sighs. "So impetuous. I can only hope that she doesn't encounter someone keen on manipulating emotions before she learns proper awareness." He sits and pulls out the container before examining it. "Ah. Another sample, but diluted and purposely broken down to the molecular level. Very well." He pulls out a page that looks to have been cleanly cut from a book and writes a note of thanks on it before the page returns to being blank. A moment later a response appears and he begins a back and forth as more responses appear until the page flares blue and he ceases.

"This is a lesson in understanding your pupil before you assign a course of studies." The voice of Nobuyuki drifts into audible range as he manifests.

"That, and fundamentals before moderate, advanced, expert, and master techniques. You don't invest time in harnessing one's fury as a source of strength unless that fury is already tamed through stern discipline. There's a process to everything, Inquisitor. Knowing and understanding your pupil is critical to that process." The spirit sits on a nearby rock.

"The aggression she feels is only partially her fault. Some of it is her father's being passed onto her, but some of it, some of it dwells in a place she can't control. She lacks a proper foundation to grow, she lacks harmony with the parts and forces she is composed of. She needs to be brought into harmony, and then taught understanding of herself. With that, everything else will follow suit.

That's the training I was offering to grant her. I don't actually have time to teach her my Path, we don't have that long until misfortune rears its head for this world. Mayhaps after the current crisis, but some part of me doubts she will hold an interest in being a proper Sword Sage. Still, some of those teachings wouldn't hurt."

He looks at Kanashimi quietly for a moment. "It's a pity, that her generation and those that follow will have to inherit the misfortune of those who led the way once. This will only be the first of many troubles to come, and it will be an uphill struggle. ...How goes the search?"

Land hardly looks up. "And while her rage is not her fault, that won't stop anyone from capitalizing on it once they find out what it is. That I can surprise and overwhelm her by tricking her vision before I begin using Swift Step tells me much and her reaction to such, tells me far more and paints a rather grim picture for her survival without a technique that is both basic and yet rather advanced.

She at least understands that it is poor, but she's in far too much of a rush to find her answers and save her mother that she rushes headlong into the unknown, not perhaps realizing that searches are not instantaneous processes over such a broad area." The page before him flashes green once more and he sighs, annoyance dying his features for a moment, before he shakes his head. "Perhaps a discovery was made, but whether or not that is solid or simply a trap is in the air. Until that us fully verified, the answer is no."

Nobuyuki sighs. "You can say that the both of you are too busy hurrying for your own good. The situation is urgent, but without patience, no fruit will ripen. Hmm, at the very least, let me talk to her and address something. It might take a bit, but hopefully by that point the both of you will be in a better place mentally."

He stands up and approaches Kanashimi, saying something to her before the two are engulfed in a black sphere.

Land waits awhile then sighs. His coat wriggles and writhes, a pair of red eyes forming near the collar. It stares at him, almost as if glaring, but makes content chirping noises despite lacking a mouth of any sort. "Yes, yes, I know. Perhaps if you could talk, you would be a better teacher." The coat chirps in a clearly sarcastic manner in response. "Because unlike a certain fool, I don't believe in placing people in mortal danger to teach them the basics. Besides that, my condition is worsening." The coat chirps again, dryly. "I'm aware that you are aware that my condition is worsening, but that's why I wouldn't place her in mortal peril aside from having no reason to. I ultimately got what I needed, so endangering her while I'm supposed to at least be helping her is counterproductive at a minimum." More serious chirps come from the coat and Land sighs once more. "You're right, I do need to consume that virus in order to make a vaccine. You know the routine." The coat wriggles once more as Land uncaps the vial from before, reconstructs the contents then pricks his finger and allows a drop of his blood to enter it before sealing it once more and observing the reaction that follows, mentally deconstructing each individual occurrence and noting ways to sensibly reverse them without causing unnecessary harm to those affected by it.

Clarity[]

Kanashimi finds herself in a dark space, floating along with Nobuyuki. "...You said that you were going to help me out, how exactly is this- -h-hey, why is my skin stinging? That... that actually kind of hurts." Kanashimi winces, grabbing her left arm in pain. "What is this place?"

Nobuyuki sighs. "It's a bubble of spiritual energy on the same level as the spirit plane my kind dwell in normally. As you are a hybrid of our kind, your physical body is reacting to it. That said, do you trust me?"

"...What is that-"

"Do you trust me," Nobuyuki interrupts her with a snap of his voice, eyes furrowed. "This can only work as intended if you put your trust in me and do not be afraid."

"...What's going on?" Kanashimi asks with concern.

"Spiritual Awakening requires the release of the soul so that it can properly awaken into a Spirit. The quickest way is to dissolve your form so that your soul will be anchored, and can feed as long as it needs to." Nobuyuki says slowly and patiently.

"...That sounds like death. I really don't like the sound of this..." Kanashimi's concern becomes anxiety.

"None of that. If you relax, and allow it to happen, it will be like falling asleep, and when you wake up, you'll feel refreshed and better than where you stand now. There will be some training to do, to make sure you can thrive and adapt to normal world environment, but this should set you on the right path. Now. Trust in me, and sleep for now." Nobuyuki says more gently.

"I will be right here. I won't let anything happen to you."

Kanashimi wearily closes her eyes, and then the anxiety slowly melts away, as her body begins to powderize and fall away, revealing a tiny blue wispy light. Nobuyuki watches it quietly as tiny blue particles begin to orbit and merge with it, over time making it grow ever so slowly.

Nobuyuki over the years has seen the birth of many spirits, some positive, some negative, but all reminded him of little stars, each collecting the surrounding stardust until finally they shine, with a core of ideals and possibility that enable them to affect the world in their own, unique little ways. Like watching children grow up. Eventually, after the little light has grown to some extent, he sighs before speaking up.

"Kanashimi. Are you there?" The first, most important test. Acknowledgement of their own name and identity.

He doesn't get a response, until faint movements, pulses of energy are seen inside the tiny sphere.

"...I see, that's good. Don't worry, I know you heard me. Don't try and talk, it takes too much energy, I just needed to make sure you made it this far. I'll know if you can hear my questions, just think about it rather than actively speaking, it'll make it go faster." Nobuyuki lets a silent tension release. The most dangerous part, retaining a sense of self, had passed. Now, she just needs to continue developing and growing until she evolves from an unbound soul into a spiritual mass.

After a notable amount of time had passed, a small child like form had developed in the space, no longer merely a orb of light. That said, Nobuyuki has no interest in waking her until she wakes of her own accord, knowing the dangers of disrupting the formation process. Though, as he continues watching, he can't help but smirk once he notices something.

"Child, you really don't make this easy on yourself, do you? Though, I suppose that gives you a charm." He chuckles to himself, and once Kanashimi finally begins to wake, he sighs, offering a hand to the child like form of Kana, who quietly takes his hand.

"How do you feel?" Nobuyuki asks calmly.

"I dunno, kinda floaty...." Kanashimi says, gawking at the space much like a newborn.

"I'll need you to focus, until you're properly done developing, we've got some fundamentals to quickly cover."

Nobuyuki begins covering the basics of Spirits, and teaching Kana how best to use her senses as a Spirit and her base capabilities, maintaining a vigil until she is deemed ready.

"Well, shall we head out of here?" Nobuyuki asks, and Kanashimi is about to respond when she notices something.

"...How long have I been like this?" She asks in concern to her bare form.

"Oh, a while. What, you just now noticed?" Nobuyuki allows himself a laugh at Kanashimi's expense, who gives him a upset glare.

"Alright alright, use what I taught you to reconstruct your belongings." Nobuyuki gets one last chuckle out before getting it out of his system, and watches as Kanashimi fixes herself up properly.

He then bursts the sphere of energy, emerging before Land with Kanashimi in tow.

"So, good news is, she should be more balanced out. The bad news is, she seems destined to complicate her affairs, she awoke as a Mercy Spirit of all things. It's almost endearing at this point. Well, like all things, that just requires some work to surpass. Not all Spirits can surpass their Aspect's limitations, but I think she will in time." Nobuyuki gives Land a faint nod.

"She's all yours, but try and not tear at each other's throats for a while, I've business in many places at once." With that, Nobuyuki vanishes.

Kanashimi looks away. "...I was... told to apologize for being so melodramatic and frustrated. You were only trying to help and it was my shortcomings that made things go awry..." Despite the externally grumpy look, Land can tell she's a lot more collected on the inside.

Land looks up, eyes flashing amber before settling on a placid green. His coat has long since returned to normal and the vial from before empty and put away. "It's fine. As I stated initially, I'm a rather terrible teacher. That being said, you need at least a basic understanding of full awareness before you step into a full battlefield and a greater understanding still on keeping yourself collected when things become surprising or go against expectations."

Kanashimi gives him a even look. “I am ready to continue. That said, if you intended for me to hit you back and as hard as I could, you should have said so.” She flashes him a coy smile.

Land breathes. "When you are ready, we can continue."

Kanashimi nods. "Bring it."

Land closes his eyes and flickers in place a few times.

She stands her ground, focused and sword drawn, paying attention for signs for what his move will be.

After a moment, he pauses and just walks forward at a brisk pace. What seems like an obvious attack becomes something much different when he simply walks past Kanashimi and looks to the sky. "Hold for a moment. You feel that do you not?"

"...Yeah." Kanashimi's body tenses up.

Land watches the sky, expression unreadable though his eyes quickly settle on an amber rather close to red.

Kanashimi seems to think for a moment. "...I've felt this before. ...Oh gods, that's her..." Kanashimi seems to understand where this energy is coming from rather well, as her eyes are wide and skin pale with realization.

"Explain," Land states, voice collected and calm before a pillar of green energy pierces the sky. "...That fool."

"...When I said the few really strong Lambdas I met were godlike, but I didn't have a way of expressing what I saw and felt, I was referring to the one who is giving off that aura. That fire, that intensity, is coming from one of the most powerful ones I know of, she fought off some kind of monster that resembled her sister but... ...wasn't. Or at least tried to, both she and her sister lost, but compared to someone like me? I'm nothing more than a flea, maybe bacteria.

I'm pretty sure her name is... ...Abeni. I don't know what would provoke her to use a power like this on Earth of all places... ...if she was proper serious, I don't think anything would be left of this place. I couldn't say for certain, we were fighting in a void of sorts, it was creepy. I couldn't get a sense of scale, but the fighting was inconceivably vast..." Kanashimi shakes her head.

"It just blows my mind at time that power like this exists..." She looks up at the sky, partially in fear.

"I see," Land notes as the pillar shatters. His expression doesn't change but Kanashimi briefly notes a weight on her that seems to lock her in place. A moment later, the pressure fades however.

"...What should we do now...?" Kanashimi looks around, worried.

A golden star passes overhead while a shift in the air occurs. "We wait and get ready."

Kanashimi becomes antsy, shifting in place with nervousness.

"Breathe, nothing good'll come of letting anxiety take." Land watches as the golden star slowly fades away. "No sea of organic matter eating machines, good."

"...I'm sorry, what?" Kanashimi asks incredulously.

"Short of it is a person didn't lose their temper and so the planet isn't being assaulted by creations- machines- from their imagination," he says.

"...That's... ....lovely. Like we needed more nonsense. Anyway, what's next, Little Red?" Kanashimi folds her arms.

"I'd say continue your training but we have visitors," Land huffs crossing his arms.

A brief warping is seen before a small girl with white hair and lavender eyes, a purple diamond mark on her forehead appears before them, accompanied by a wave of tranquil, serene energy.

Kanashimi looks at her for a moment. “...That’s not possible.”

"Believe me girlie, it's very much possible," states a rather tall man with black hair, materializing near the girl. He looks over Land. "Short one."

"You aren't actually in a ditch buried in the frozen core of Mars, Benevolence? What a shame," Land retorts before growing serious. "What's up with the girl? You- and I mean you, not the proxy you use most of the time- were supposed to be asleep somewhere quiet ages ago. The hell woke you up and set you as a godsitter?"

Meanwhile, the white haired girl looks as though she's going to say something, but is quickly interrupted by a tearful Kanashimi's tackle, with an expression somewhere between relief, grief, and shock.

"How are you here?!" Kanashimi squeezes her tightly.

"Br-brea-breaaaaaaaaaaaathe...! Can't... breaaaaaaaaaaaathe....!" The girl wheezes.

Dreivius sighs and extricates Kanashimi from the white haired girl.

"Reunions are nice but let the girl speak," he says. Land simply observes, quiet.

"It's good to see you again. You're the same as always minus the..." The girl looks Kanashimi up and down. "...having grown up a bit. I felt as though you were in need of friends, so I came, with his help."

The girl indicates Dreivius.

Kanashimi looks at him for a moment, before seeming to note something.

"...But what about Kado? Where is the masky? If you're here, shouldn't he...?" Kanashimi asks, confused and worried.

The girl looks away.

"...Ace?"

After a moment, Ace looks back at her. "...In a manner of speaking... my existence now replaces him entirely. Within me however lies his original possibility. ...If we had his origin, it would be possible to bring him back... ...in a manner of speaking."

Kanashimi seems both disappointed but encouraged. "So what's 'a manner of speaking' in this case?"

Ace oddly flushes deeply. "I'd rather not discuss the means of that right now."

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" Kanashimi is more than a little confused. "Out with it."

Ace could not be more red and fidgety than a ripe tomato blowing in a windstorm.

"Wouldn't be the same," Dreivius supplies. "The kiddo here wants to do good, but isn't quite there yet. Said good thing will probably... affect the other you mentioned- a near guarantee actually, but there's always the less than a thousandth of a percent chance that it doesn't."

"This is why you aren't tasked with giving good news, Oh Benevolent One," Land deadpans.

"Coming from the one that gives good news in the most pessimistic of manners, truly that is an insult," returns Dreivius, tone matching Land's own. "But enough of that." He looks to Kanashimi. "He's teaching you about awareness and watching the flow of a battle, no?"

“Was trying. Then the sky caught fire and afterward he mentioned flesh eating machines.” Kanashimi responds dully.

"There was a twenty-two point four percent chance of that," Dreivius confirms. "Anyhow, Land is a horrid teacher. Come here and I'll instill the lessons he wanted to teach."

“...Any chance this won’t cause a splitting headache?” She asks but approaches Dreivius.

"At most you'll feel a snap and a jolt," he replies as he places a hand on her forehead and, as stated, Kanashimi feels herself zone out, suddenly aware of every minute of her surroundings and the body language of others before her perception snaps back to her head and a faint buzz is felt in her head telling her instinctively that Dreivius is incredibly dangerous, even if the danger isn't directed towards her.

Well that wasn't anything new, I've seen enough people like him and White to have second doubts about randomly powerful people... ...but I guess anything more than just random intuition works nice too.

"I guess... thanks?" She offers, before she and Ace seem to notice something.

Ace looks up at a blue star like light that seems to be approaching the area, while Kanashimi seems to look off in the distance in a particular direction.

"...Is that what I think it is...?" Kanashimi mumbles, while Ace's attention is brought to the same area a moment later.

Ace seems wide eyed a slight amount. "They're here. I didn't think their coming together was a possibility anymore..."

Some distance away, Kado, Michiko, Kiyona, Zetsubo, and two others, a male with short dark hair and brilliant yellow eyes and a fur coat, and another with short, blue hair and bronze eyes, wearing armor of the Imperial Guard of Chinmoku and wielding twin shortswords appears, overlooking the battlefield with a view of the blue star descending towards a particular area.

It noticeably stops its descent, as if sensing their arrival, and hovers for a time, before seemingly changing course towards them.

"...It's been too long, my dearest, truest friend. ...I've missed you, Azula." Kado quietly says towards the blue star as it approaches.

Land tenses but Dreivius shakes his head. "You'll be needed elsewhere. If you fight here, you won't remain yourself."

"I'd rather not see the area be vaporized!"

"All will be fine, one way or another. Fall back and let me handle this, it's better this way, Short One."

And that is when the earth shaking, ear shattering roar, nigh shockwave, rips through the area, threatening to blow them all away from its intensity. The blue star seems to be flung off course, before as though alarmed, rockets off toward the direction of the roar, disappearing in seconds.

The feeling of something immensely powerful having come unhinged washes over them as two subsequent roars, and the feeling as though the world itself is being shaken to its foundations creeps in the back of their minds, especially once a tear in the sky forms, and the Spear of God is seen firing, only for a green beam of Creation force to tear through the sky and the very superweapon itself, something considered by Phoenix utterly indestructable, yet the weapon is shattered by the colossal force, and the feeling of a number of powerful entities having fled this onslaught can be felt.

However, as another, final roar fills the air, before the elements themselves begin to rage among them, it is clear this was merely the opening act of a much bigger problem. Among the chaos, Kado does his best to shield his compatriots.

"We're moving in, I'm not sure what has happened but it needs to be contained before any widespread harm beyond what has already been ravaged can occur." With that, Kado casts protective wards on his group and they begin to make their advance, admittingly with some issue, but seemingly Kado is at least able to stabilize his surroundings so that they can proceed.

Kanashimi looks toward where Kado had gone, and Ace places a hand on her shoulder.

"I will be with you, it was my intention to be at your side from the start. You have my power and the will of all of Echo by your side. Though still trapped as part of me, I work to restore as many individuals as I can. They will fight for the future we all long for. So let us not fear, for neither one of us will be alone."

Ace looks towards Dreivius and smiles. "Thank you for your help. If I can do anything for you in return, please don't hesitate to ask."

Ace regains her more adult form, opened scrolls and rivers of ink flow about her.

(old)

“I am the first Eta Chaos Engine, the prototype for all of the presently active units, many you guys are fighting now. My mom was human, same as me. I used to be called Shimo.” The panel lights up with white and blue diagrams, lists, smaller screens of CCTV footage from all over the Shield States. The man begins relaying the information into the terminal. "So, realistically, we're looking for an Asian woman called Xǐyuè with a daughter named Shimo residing within Britain..." After a bit of searching, the man looks up at the screen. "...Well, I may have a lead."

The screen pulls up an electrical generator, power mains, they all brand the same logo. "There was an electrical company a while back in Britain, Peterson's Power. The news was that he ignored investors and gave half his shares to his wife, wanted her to run it. Her name's Xǐyuè... Throwing up a picture of them on screen now."

Kanashimi seems to become ridged, her pupils shrinking to tiny dots, her eyes wide, speechless, when she looks at the image.

Daikeim just nods at the man. "That's the one. So what happened to her?"

A Bid for Freedom[]

Nobuyuki appears outside of the walls of the Gate facility, still quite a distance away. He pauses to feel the air, tense and heavy. Without question a strong... ...no, two different strong beings are here. Nobuyuki’s face falls as he knows what presences have gathered. Collecting himself, he begins to step forward already knowing a fight will take place soon.

As if on cue, a red haired Lambda with a red blade sheathed in its scabbard appears like a ghost in front of him, blocking his path.

“I wouldn’t advise that. I am not in a playful mood today.” Nobuyuki intones, his stance becomes a faint neutral guard, though he remains unarmed.

The woman sighs. “Do you honestly think things will go well for you? You’re hardly above human level presence.”

Nobuyuki chuckles oddly. “Next chance you get, ask your Lady about presence concealment and how to best counter it.”

The woman goes to draw her sword, and in the same moment Nobuyuki disappears in a blur of speed, appearing before her just as quickly and stabbing two fingers between her ribs just shy of her heart, and she suddenly crumples like a puppet without strings to move it.

She cries out in a horrid wheeze of pain, quaking as she vainly attempts to stand, only for Nobuyuki’s spirit brands flare red and his foot slams into her stomach, causing her to vomit up blood and pass out.

Moving past her, he hurries to infiltrate the compound, knocking out two Chaos Engines guarding an entrance in a blur of motion, concealing their unconscious forms with an Aura.

Proceeding through, he starts to notice beyond this, a disturbing lack of guard or defenses, and as he reaches the central courtyard leading to the Gate, he sees it.

A Lambda, clad in Endless plate fashioned in a manner similar to eastern cultures, with downy red scales for skin, and long red hair, lays unconscious in the middle of the courtyard. Her tail is clearly that of a Chinese dragon's. Thinking of it, Nobuyuki realizes the second presence he felt was this one, and he has a very good idea on who it is...

"...I'm too late. ...But she was left here... no. Not quite right..." He mutters to himself, drawing a single arming sword as he glares down the silver Lambda glowing with soft silver light, faintly smiling at him.

"Right on time, I don't know what external force motivated you here, but I saw it well in advance. Clumsy, even for the fabled Sword Sage." She chuckles with a sneer.

Nobuyuki's face falls somewhat. "...Gina. At least, if you are Gina, you should not be so acquainted with me. But the fact is you knew I was coming for her..."

He composes himself and enters a base stance. "Very well, it seems that I will have to take matters into my own hands."

In response, Gina Kuros only draws a simple silver sword. "I can afford to toy with you a bit, but afterwards, there are children that need discipline."

In the moment that she has drawn her sword, Nobuyuki brings his sword down upon her chest, to be met unexpectedly with a parry and a counterstrike, admitingly both amateur and clumsy by comparison to the Sage's own practiced hand.

Still, after an exchange of blows, Nobuyuki quickly re-accesses the situation. She is able to hold her own, not competently, but the fact she can even avoid knocked back means both her Lambda state grants her enough raw physicality, but more than that, the woman never held a blade in her life. This should have been way simpler from the start... from that first attack, something was wrong. ...The light she emits, it's not power it's... ...I'm such an idiot.

As if the realization was too late, Gina rushes Nobuyuki with renewed speed, power, but more importantly, competence, and only just barely misses his shoulder as he steps back, and proceeds to enter a defensive posture as Gina begins a reversal of their roles, unleashing incredible swordplay and skill, not to mention raw power. All the while, the light from her steadily rises in intensity.

"...You had us for fools, didn't you, Alpha!" Nobuyuki spits, and Gina only sneers as her next blow unleashes blinding light that sears the landscape for miles around. Yet, the light clears, and while Nobuyuki stands over protectively over the unconscious Lambda, no harm was done to him as a single sword rejoins a ring that rotates behind the Sword Sage.

"It seems like this isn't a laughing matter anymore." Nobuyuki intones, his eyes turning the color of rust while the blades blacken and crackle with negative energy.

"I had hoped to retrieve her and be done with this, and not engage in a proper bout... ...but circumstances have grown out of hand. I won't let you linger in that body any longer." His tone of voice is darker and colder.

The two begin to clash, their blades ringing for miles, but as they fight, Nobuyuki faintly smiles, as the unconscious Lambda is no longer there.

His plan seems to be in motion. Hopefully it won't take long...

Nobuyuki stabs, flourishes, and parries, while his enemy seeks every chance it can take to lay harm to him. He hardly pays attention to the state of the surroundings, as little time can be devoted toward anything else, but if he had been able to, his attacks seem to be the only thing stopping Gina's from laying waste to much of the region on impact.

One would even mistake Nobuyuki as being in control of the situation, as it is taking all of his immense concentration to not slip up. Inevitably though, Gina achieves the blow she needs to send him hurtling, landing in a crumpled heap with a gash that doesn't quickly close. Realizing his situation, but knowing he can't afford to let this go on, stands and attempts to engage his enemy once more.

Even with his great skill, the wound dealt to him proves to be enough to decide the battle, even if not immediate. Despite his best efforts, Gina now easily exploits his weakening state and sends him hurtling, this time staying down, but she had failed to score a direct hit.

He knows why she had succeeded, Alpha's hand manipulating things could not be more obvious. She soon stands over him, sword held to impale him, when something happens: her face contorts in first shock, and then fear.

"He can't be alive..." She says in a hushed tone, but then seems to resolve herself to kill Nobuyuki quickly.

"You will regret pointing that inferior blade before me..." She swings the sword upward, and then arcs downward to execute him, and yet, a colossal blast from the direction of Yosai sends her flying away, the energy all too familiar, returning the look of shock on her face.

"GURIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CEASE THIS AT ONCE!" She roars first in anger, and then repeat herself in fear.

"OBEY ME, YOU FOOLISH CHILD!" She screams, as a deafening roar blasts from Yosai all across the globe.

It soon becomes apparent to Gina as a horrific battle between a raging Gurin and Azul rages, that if she does nothing, Yosai and all of her warriors will be destroyed, her war ended by some freak loss of control of one she should have had absolute power over. Clenching her teeth, the light surrounding her fades, along with her ethereal army of demons and angels, and gathering her strength, she banishes herself and her followers to Yosai, heavily damaged from the fighting, and casts them back to Fantasy, where the only hold to power they have remains.

Even so, Nobuyuki remains motionless, even as titanic forces ravage the landscape around him.

——

As they continue to the next Gate, Kanashimi becomes more tense, and it is at this point the CE they took with them begins to stir again.

"Mmmmm..."

"Morning sunshine. How about that name of yours?" Kanashimi asks.

"...I don't... I don't remember..." The CE responds sluggishly.

"...Terrific, they never named you. I'll call you Ion, is that ok?" Kanashimi says with a grimace.

"...I suppose, I don't remember anything anyway... ...Ion..." Ion mulls over their new name for a bit, and Kanashimi sets them down.

"Regardless, Ion, gonna need you to assist us as best as you can. I know you're inexperienced, but I need someone with more damage capabilities like say..."

"...Explosions?" Ion hazards a guess.

"...Yes exactly! That said, you're as squishy as Play-Doh-"

"What's Play-Doh?" Ion asks, and Kanashimi's face freezes like the arctic.

"...Dear lord you really are a blank slate right now. We'll touch on that later, but point is, you're weak, so leave the heavy fighting to me and Daikiem. That being said, we're getting close, but so is one of the enemy, and it's not like the others, in fact it almost feels like two..."

Kanashimi looks up at the sky and frowns. "...That's trouble."

What she sees is a large white dragon with angelic and demonic features mixed together, with what looks to be a CE riding its back. They're still quite high up but rapidly approaching.

Kanashimi's eyes squint, and she goes pale after a moment.

"That's... ...gotta be her... ...m-m-Mom..." Kanashimi trails off, as the white dragon flaps its wings repeatedly as it prepares to land, snarling as it does. The CE atops its back is a woman with a red jacket and black undershirt, with light armor, but most importantly, red hair tied in a long ponytail twice the size of Kana's, and soft brown eyes. On her back are two longswords, which she draws as her mount lands.

The facial resemblance to Kanashimi is rather blatant.

"Now isn't the time to be sensitive, Kanashimi. Focus." Daikeim demands, his stance changing almost instantly to one that favours defence.

Kanashimi shoots him a wilting glare before drawing her sword. She turns her head towards her mother as the Dragon’s wings begin beating again, and abruptly launches itself forward towards them, causing Kanashimi to duck and roll to one side, Ion following suit.

Daikeim flicks one finger up and the ground beneath the dragon begins to sprout large spikes that attempt to pierce the beast, he dashes to the other side and looks at Kanashimi. "I got the dragon, deal with her!" The glaive from before appears in Daikeim's hand, pointing at the dragon.

The spikes seem to shatter on impact, doing little but slow it down marginally, and he has to duck from a white bolt of lightning and a black tornado launched his way by Kana’s mother.

In response, Daikeim uses the glaive to redirect the lightning bolt away. However with the tornado approaching, he resorts to flying up to the skies to evade it, once he's high enough Daikeim raises one of his hands. Clouds begin forming above him and with a flicker of his eyes, it starts to rain blades down onto the dragon.

The blades shatter on impact with the dragon’s form, which fires a massive white blast of energy at him, meanwhile the CE creates a steel dome over her head while causing a flood of water to gush forth towards Kanashimi, who flies up into the air.

"Lightning, tornadoes, water, metal... Got a lot of grounds covered, hasn't she?" Daikeim asks, narrowly avoiding the blast from the dragon. He looks down at the beast, a small smirk. "I may have an idea, keep her distracted ok?"

“That’s really easy!” Kanashimi yells as freezing fire surges her way while burning cold aims for Daikeim. The dragon flies into the air and swipes its tail at him. Daikeim's palms glow, he throws them outward and a wave of golden energy reduces the cold to nothing and bounces back the tail. He flies directly towards the dragon and thrusts the glaive into one of the nostrils.

The CE jumps up in the air and grabs the glaive, before disappearing and reappearing behind Daikeim and chopping his neck with a sweep of her left leg.

Daikeim raises his arm in a defensive position, the kick smacking against his forearm. He then quickly turns and throws an elbow behind him, aiming for the face.

Without warning, he feels himself going up in the air, and slamming into the earth a moment later.

A blast of cold fire blocks the CE from stabbing at Daikeim's face, and Kanashimi tackles her, and the two start wrestling with each other, Kana having to avoid knife stabs all the while. The dragon slams its taloned foot between Dakeim and the two however, prohibiting passage to them. It is intaking air through its nostrils, its throat glowing ominously as it is about to breathe again.

He waits until the dragon's mouth begins to open, once it does - two spires of rock grow up and pierce the roof of the mouth, preventing it from closing. He quickly jumps back onto his feet, eyes glowing a vibrant glow as he begins to violently throw torrents of lightning, fire and jagged rock down its gullet. "Go down and stay down!"

When the blasts go down its gullet, strangely they don't cause any immediate effect, but instead some time after the spires of rock harmlessly dissolve, and without warning, it takes off and leaves the battlefield. Daikeim looks over at the CE, who had forced Kanashimi off of her, and had been holding her hand towards the Dragon, a silver glow now vanishing.

She jumps back from Kanashimi and Daikeim and readies her weapons, a silver glow now forming over her. "...I was not about to let you kill her like that, your enemy or not, she didn't deserve that." She says, the first words she's spoken. Her voice is gentle, but strained with urgency, it's clear that for some reason she felt a desperation to save the dragon's life.

She breathes shakily, before stabbing her blades into the ground, causing the local area to rock violently as hexagonal pillars of earth rise and collapse, huge, colossal winds blast straight up and down, howling like a hurricane. She now stands atop one of these pillars, while Kanashimi and Daikeim are on two lower pillars.

"I am Tanoshimi of the Eta Knights! My duty is to take control of India, as tasked by Lady Gina. I apologize for withholding my strength and disrespecting such commendable enemies, but I will honor you properly now. Ready yourselves!" She calls out from above, and they see a flash of lightning in the skies, Kanashimi reflexively creating a green barrier that not a moment too soon blocks a massive blast of lightning from smiting their location.

"Looks like Mom is serious now, be careful!" Kanashimi yells above the din of wind howling about them.

"Got it" He responds, he extends his arm and the glaive lands back in his hand. "I guess I'll have to match it." Before Kanashimi's eyes, Daikeim calmly stands there as dark blue wings and tail rip out of his clothing.and a faint blue energy surrounds him. He grins and twirls the glaive around, looking at Kanashimi. "So, any idea of how to get to her?!"

Kanashimi gives him a dull look and grab’s Ion’s arm.

“Stay close.” Without warning she extends her wings and she and Ion rocket up into the air, propelled by the hurricane force wind up high in moments, now riding between pillars of wind to get closer to Tanoshimi’s pillar.

Daikeim follows behind, weaving between the pillars. "Do you know what you're going to do if you reach her?"

“Do anything it takes to get a opportunity to save her. And not your brand of ‘saving’. We’re going to need to tire her out though- -it’s not going to be so straight forward, especially with how strong she seems.” Kanashimi roars over the wind.

"So, tire her out and let you do what you need to do... Fine." He yells back then flies ahead, using the wind currents in his favour to speed up.

He sees a massive boulder on fire hurtling towards him.

Daikeim flings himself to the side and swipes across the boulder with his glaive, slicing it in two before carrying on his pursuit.

Multiple boulders blazing and moving even faster, are now barreling toward Daikeim, mixed with some burning hail to mix it up.

Once one gets close enough, he impales one of the boulders and using it's momentum, swings it from the glave and flings it off of the weapon and into the other debris flying towards him.

Kanashimi meanwhile is battling through foul winds and demonic lightning, while through the dust created through the breaking debris, come several dark orbs toward Daikeim.

He quickly extends his free arm out to the side and clenches his fist, nearby a chunk of the pillar is ripped off and is thrown at the orbs. Daikeim then creates some golden orbs of his own just in case the first attack yield no results.

The impact with the chunk works, but causes a massive explosion of heat and light.

As the explosion goes off, the orbs surrounding Daikeim form a flat shield in front of him to protect him from the blast. Once it subsides, he flies up through the smoke, reaching the same height as Tanoshimi. "Do you have anything else lying in wait?" He simply asks.

He doesn’t see anyone there but senses just in time a powerful blow racing for his neck. His body quickly turns and leans back, narrowly avoiding the blow as he responds with a short burst of flames - Firing in the direction the blow came from.

Rift[]

The night is quiet for once, something not heard since the war started. For all those involved, it is a errie quiet, and what should bring a peaceful air only brings fear and unease. This remains for hours, as the unseen threat persists.

High in the sky, a dim blue light flickers, rising from the Eastern Battlefield, from enemy territory. It is observed by many, from the UK, Russia, and even China.

Azula continues her silent climb into the sky until she reaches space, gliding with her hand outstretched towards whatever she is approaching. As she continues, a iridescent glow surrounds her and begins to spread across the sky, forming a vast aurora that covers the eastern hemisphere and soon shadows the planet itself in scope.

Azula herself disappears, but reappears before a indescribably vast ring with a vast energy core which Azula approaches, her hand outstretched to touch it. When she is almost there, a massive mech appears to encase her, and its back attaches to the core, turning it and the ring’s lighting blue.

With a grand quake, the aurora rips open the sky, revealing to all for the second time, the Spear of God. With a faint hum, light slowly, ever so slowly begins to gather within the chest of the mech, which opens to extend a massive spike like cannon, pointed squarely at the Earth. Its metallic plate wings bellow open, parts from the Spear add onto the wings to form massive energy conduits that gather energy from across the solar system and even leech the energy of all of Earth’s power grid.

The Spear of God has begun to charge in preparation for Doomsday...

Crisis: Emergence of Ruin[]

India, the scene of a large scale battlefield in full chaos. Chaos Engines violently pound the defenses of the beleaguered Indian army, who by some miracle have been holding on. At the basecamp of the Chaos Engines, a woman with a long red ponytail, red jacket and black undershirt kneels before a black anomaly hovering in front of her.

She opens her red-brown eyes. “We are making progress, commander.”

“Oh? Have you conquered the capital?” A dark, cold female voice responds.

“N-no. We’re working our way into their border, but progress is slow.” The woman reluctantly replies.

“Gina expresses disappointment. She say that you and she will meet soon to discuss options that might improve your performance. Make ready.” The voice says with steel.

“My Lady?” The woman asks with confusion.

“Our time unchallenged has ended, and we must make gains. I am coming. Make ready for my arrival and pull back for now. It is time for real progress.”

A chill goes down the woman’s spine as the orb of shadow vanishes.

Meanwhile, a few hours later, the Indian army has regathered and is discussing the sudden cease of hostilities, and how quiet everything is.

An armored man with green hair casually strolls through the army base, literally passing through walls and the like until he reaches the war room. His eyes are silver in the brief instance they flash open but he looks otherwise ordinary barring the armor.

"Take it you lot are hanging on by the skin of your teeth," he comments. "Reinforcements have arrived thanks to a friend or concerned neighbor from your United Earth alliance, but before we dive into that, perhaps tell me why you haven't swapped your lines with fresher more rested soldiers as the calm before the storm lies overhead?"

A lone woman dressed in the garb of a general, though one arm is heavily bandaged, stares him down as he enters.

“I would call you a greenhorn were it not my instinct telling me otherwise. You ignore those here, the next bullet hits your brain and you can kiss home goodbye. That said... we’re it.

We only have a few battalions left to spare at the border, and they are being called up. The rest of India’s finest are all over the world, fighting in this damn war. Hell even the Chinese have turned tail and run.

You understand? If this army retreats... ...nothing will be left to protect the people except the Police. And they... ...are utterly not capable of the job.” The woman eyes him.

“The name is Inza. Head of command of the North Border Corps.”

"Worn that thin, huh? Could have said that first, but eh whatever floats your boat," He shrugs. "Wasn't asking you why weren't retreating, I could see why from a mile away. Was asking why, even with your forces as they are, why you didn't have them swap or rest considering your numbers so that they could get a somewhat refreshed and get prepared for when hell actually breaks loose. There's a bigger storm brewing, Inza, one of ash, ruin and hellfire, according to the voice on the wind. My forces can only help so much, so within reason, switch out your lines and let them recover but stay alert."

She notes that there is a quiet steel in his voice despite his calm demeanor. She also notes a cool wind blowing around him as multiple beams of blue light fall from the sky, depositing figures in multiple types of armor, all with full helms and visors down. Some have runes etched into their plate or floating above their scale or chain, others have armor pulsing with gold and white lines crackling with power. Fewer still wear armor covered in barbs and thorns with a hazy purple aura.

The fewest still have impressive armor marked with few runes and near invisible circuits of golden lines flowing around them. Each of these figures carries what looks like a spearhead of sorts compressed and resting near their calves, and a fair number carry swords, axes or polearms. Fewer carry grand bows lacking strings or heavy duty crossbows, with either quivers of arrows and cases of bolts on their persons, while a handful have thicker gauntlets with what appear to be stakes or blades withdrawn by some sort of mechanism.

Their total numbers are in the hundreds and they all seem to defer to him despite his far less enchanted armor and relaxed demeanor. One walks forth and takes a knee before him, offering up a pair of sheathes bound together by worn leather straps. He tilts his head in silent thanks and accepts the two sheathes, each with a long handle sticking from it. The knight nods then returns to their position.

"These are the forces I have to bring. Don't let their appearance fool you, they aren't slow or untrained in fire arms. If things get truly dire, I'll have a string or two pulled to get you and your lot to safety- and don't think of arguing of pride- and hold the line with a hand or two extra," he says. "The name is Dust, by the way. Dust, Inquisitor of the New Order of Beowulf."

"As I said, Mr. Dust, we'll calling up the last reserve battalions now, but most of the people available to fight are all here already, tired and injured, resting except if they're too stubborn keeping watch to settle down. Most of us, including myself, are in fact resting.

Need you to understand the situation properly though - none of us in good conscious can leave our post, and it's not a matter of pride, but the understanding that right now, we're the only thing between those monsters and the millions of civilians of India. ...And if they claim India, they seize control of the Atlantic, and can claim the single most important trade route in Pangea. We don't give everything, even our lives if need be, we didn't do all we could. Our countrymen are depending on us."

Those outside of the building at this time notice the area start to be tinted red, the ground, the sky, even the sunlight itself. Accompanying this change for most is a broad sense of dread or fear, but the most seasoned feel something more concise, a powerful presence, for those who had met them in battle, akin to but possibly outclassing that of a Demonlord, but it is difficult to tell, as no accurate reading of how powerful the presence actually is can be garnered. At the very least, those of the Order can distinguish that a powerful, malevolent force is wafting into the area.

Dust however is able to determine that whatever is creating this presence, is in fact not among them, but still very much on its way. If anything, this isn't its full presence, but rather, a manifestation of its intentions. For some reason, he gets the distinct impression that this force is traveling along the ground, or below it.

Inza looks slightly pale, as if picking up what the members of the Order are sensing, and not just the faint impression of dread.

"Mr. Dust... I've lived long enough to have fought in the Demonic Outbreak of St Petersburg, Russia. That outbreak was bad enough that the UEI commissioned full research into the holy arts to better combat a future threat. ...So let me ask you something. What the devil is that. Because even the monsters we faced in my youth pale in comparison to whatever that thing is I'm sensing..." Inza says slowly, and with recollection of a past, unwelcome memory.

"That would be why we were sent," Dust says, smiling. "I'll be placing my men under your command, but they will act on their own if they deem the situation requires it. I'll be in contact and relay what's going on to you. Don't worry about the how."

Inza notes that a faint green aura manifests around Dust as he turns away. He pauses. "Oh, and don't call me mister, Dust'll do." With that he makes his way towards the presence as the Great Knights, Templars and Lord Templars part around him then look at Inza.

She looks at them briefly. "Well then. I suppose it's only fitting I show you lot around. Welcome to Hell's Ridge as some call it. One of the most active warzones in all of Neo Pangea." She stands.

"This place isn't your typical base camp, it comes packed with the latest toys of the UEI, dedicated to pounding our enemies to dust. We may have minutes, or hours. You'll need to help our boys keep the enemy away from this site unless they get too close for our first line of defense to hit. A few hours doesn't make up for years of training to handle our equipment, but I don't take you to be the slow sort, so I'm sure you can handle it with the best and brightest soldiers of India's help.

Let's hustle!" Inza barks, and makes way toward the cliff face overlooking a vast, wartorn river valley. It doesn't take long for the members of the Order to take notice of the long line of ludicrously long gun barrels mounted along the ridge, aimed at the river valley.

"These guns you're looking at? The MCCP first deployed them along several key vulnerable areas around Canada, when dragons became a problem for a time. Hence, we refer to them as the Anti Dragon Class Longshots. ADCL - VI generation, for short. The training part I mentioned is many fold, but let's just say that the crazy firepower of the barrels also comes with a hella difficult learning curve. Among other things. In case you're wondering if these are worth it, look carefully at the Chinese side of the border." Inza points at the cliff faces on the other side of the river valley and well...

...very distinctive craters can be seen lining the area, substantial holes where scattered remains of enemy bases once stood potmarking the area.

"This is our way of telling the Chinese to not bother sending footsoldiers - they won't even have pieces left to send home. One of our single greatest deterrents against invasion - and convinently, they have helped keep us alive from those angelic freaks of nature in what would have been a one sided massacre.

So, putting it one way, don't stick your nose up at these things. Do I have any volunteers? If not, just as important is making sure they don't get busted up, so if you won't man one, be responsible and assign yourself to a crew and ADCL - VI. If we lose these things, we lose our main line of defense and equalizing force." She looks at the gathered Order members to gauge their response.

One looks at the cannons, places a hand on the ground and Inza notes a faint pulse go out before they rise. They look to another member of the Order, who nods.

"We'll handle the cannons. The Lord Templars are much better suited in the field than back here. Besides, these things are a bit... dated. We can handle maintenance and use with ease," says one of the knights. "These should be compatible with Beryl-type Shells..."

"Well I'm happy for you. It'll free up some of our man power for the second line of defense. Those of you not defending the cannons or making use of them, need to show you the area we're weakest at, the Slope." Without a word, Inza walks off toward the southern end of the camp, where the cliff face fades into a steep incline toward the river valley below.

"This is our vulnerable spot should a footsoldier based attack somehow make it to our side. You'll note the trenches and mounted turret positions. Need to make it clear to you not to get in our gunner's way and only take out enemies they can't either hit or take out themselves.

Our boys can handle hand to hand combat just fine as well, but for all that is holy on this dead rock, if more of those angel freaks show up, don't let them bombard us with those death beams. We've lost entire battalions in an instant from one shot.

If not, in general keep my boys safe from related subject matters of instant annihilation. We can handle missile strikes, magic blasts of uncompromising vaporization, we cannot. Last but not least of course, mind the landmines, poison gas, pitfalls, and other nefarious stuff both sides of the fighting laid out there.

I'm making it clear here that our goal is to hold the line, we cannot afford to lose this position. The Prime Minister is as we speak calling a national emergency and calling on the UEI Council for an emergency session to grant India an emergency boost in troops, if we can even get any. Our goal is to wait it out as long as possible for reinforcements, or for the Prime Minister to give the order to fall back at the nearest city at the border. It's our last possible stand before the rest of the country, then it's do or die.

That is the situation, as it stands. Any questions?" Inza asks.

Another speaks up. "Would you like us to ward the area and set up secondary and tertiary defensive layers?"

"Do what you can, only if you possess the time. We don't know how long we have, so assume the worst and prepare for as little time we may have, rather than assume we have unlimited time to spare." Inza nods, but looks toward the battlefield.

"I'd rather not be caught with our pants down with whatever's heading this way looming over us."

"Understood," one of the Lord Templars states before looking to the others. "We shall secure the perimeter now. The others will help prepare your cannons and get the Beryl-type Shells ready or assist in maintenance work or other tasks as necessary."

After a few hours, the intense air reaches a peak, before the ground begins to violently rumble, and red motes of energy begin oozing from the ground and drifting into the sky, like embers of fire. Off in the river valley, the signs of a massive fault line tearing through the area starts forming.

By this point the Lord Templars have set up wards and barriers around the camp, along with physical barricades. The others stand at the ready.

The fault line suddenly erupts as a huge black tower rises from the depths, smoldering with flame.

From its sole large gate, a vast army of armored knights spewing hellish flames from their bodies begins their march towards the encampment.

The Lord Templars draw their weapons and form a line to protect the encampment as rings upon rings of symbols appear as far as a mile out from the camp, pulsing with a faint light that grows greater as the army approaches.

One stabs their blade into the ground and begins glowing with divine light.

As the army approaches, it begins to divide into columns, each headed by an armored knight with more power and presence than most of their whole division combined, far smaller but more dominating in presence. Their foul presence seems to only intensify with the divine light and the ring's presence.

Appearing in front of them however, is a woman with red eyes and hair, wearing a mix of elegant clothing and armor, with a pristine sword sheathed at her hip. Oddly, her gaze seems to not register the Lord Templar's presence, almost as if she cannot see or almost like she is not really all there.

Her presence doesn't come off as intense as one of the leading Doomknights of the armies, but there is something to her presence that makes her feel like more of a threat than they are.

Her head looks squarely at the Lord Templars, the gaze still not any different. "You are called to surrender yourselves or depart. You will be given only one warning. Know that if you do not heed this warning, you offer yourselves to my Lady Abeni, and eternal servitude. You will not - no, cannot win this battle."

Her voice is oddly lacking in hostility, nor does it come across as her being snobbish or otherwise speaking as though looking down on them.

The Lord Templar having stabbed their sword in the ground shakes their head.

"We must decline, our oaths to Lady Alma and our Inquisitors are not simply for show. Instead we will ask that you turn away and seek asylum with another of yours," they say. "We are not to lose here for the same reason you cannot allow us to win."

The woman slowly closes her eyes, and suddenly her appearance changes, her skin pale and covered in what could only be described as the dust of the grave, her eyes are pure black, her hair black and lifeless, and she has gained more armor, resembling that of a typical necromancer's. She draws her sword, which has turned jet back and emits a most horrific aura, and points it at the Lord Templar who spoke.

"Don't say I didn't warn you... this is your fault, remember that. No one else is to blame for what transpires today."

She says coldly, as she sweeps her sword back toward the battlefield, which becomes shrouded in a black fog. Suddenly, bones begin to rise from the ground by the thousands, no, millions. The bones begin to assemble themselves, attracting the embers floating about the area in great quantities, and before the eyes of the defending army, a horrific horde of Highlords and Shades of innumerable scale rises, the area now heavily saturated in a foul, burning red aura.

The woman then flourishes her sword, and she takes on her original appearance.

"I am Yasei, of the Five Shadows. My power was entrusted to me by Lady Abeni, who has brought before you her full might. If you would challenge me, you do so at your peril."

The Lord Templars sigh. "Very well then." Each one raises their right hand and massive amounts of what at first seems like holy and divine energy. It soon becomes clear that it is more than that when the clouds part and the sky becomes black and starry. The earth begins to rumble as motes of light rise from it, gathering in the sky.

Inside the camp the Templars similarly raise their hands as a complex seal forms in the sky. A balance appears, then a sword, followed by a shield, a helm and a crest of sorts.

The Lord Templar from before speaks once more. "Garda of the Shattered Star, second of the Inquisitor of the Wave. I do not wish for this battle but neither I nor my brothers in arms will allow you to harm the ones behind us so long as we breathe."

They point forward and a colossal pressure exudes from both them and the crest in the sky.

Yasei sighs, before flourishing her sword again, this time taking on an angelic countenance, her armor covering most of her, resembling a paladin. Her sword is no exception to this, and it and her body emit a heavily holy aura. She merely closes her eyes and places the tip of her sword on the ground.

"Grand Holy Art: Sublime Cosmos," intones Garda as the crest in the sky pulses then vanishes. The starry sky begins to fall around the army but rather than impact like a sea of fire or infinite pressure it ffeels as if a heavy heavy smoke filled with constellations fell instead. The stars within twinkle and shine but are incorporeal as a strange feeling permeates the area. The feeling is neither holy nor demonic, evil nor good or otherwise easy to define other than ancient and as if something else was present. In fact, that feeling feels strongest on both Yasei and Garda as both of their forces seem to fade into the background in both of their perspectives.

Yasei sees a multilayered barrier form before her but it is muted and quiet, lacking presence unlike Garda and the source of the feeling of being watched. Garda removes their sword from the ground and readies it, but they comment as they do so.

"It seems we've been pulled into another layer of this world by an outside source... How irritating."

"...This is stupid." Yasei says, eyes furrowed but still closed, not really moving from her current stance.

"You can blame grandmother being driven insane for that," another voice says dryly. "That and the fact that you two were about to nuke each other."

"So you would be the outside source," Garda notes, maintaining their own stance.

"Yeah, that would be correct princess of the Fenix," the voice says as a young man with matted white hair and yellow eyes appears. He is a sickly pale with a slight green tinge and wears heavy indigo jacket and simple jeans with a set of headphones with no wire and worn out shoes. He looks like he's near death's door but he doesn't sound as ill as he appears, even after he coughs up black blood and wipes his mouth.

Garda seems to freeze when he mentions her heritage but collects herself quickly. Yasei notes that her opponent now seems to be more on guard than before, but she doesn't get much of a read on the sickly youth other than him feeling similar to Abeni yet different by a scale of magnitude. Strangely, he doesn't strike her as strong enough to move them through reality, but she is certain he is alone.

Yasei silently begins to stand, not opening her eyes, but her form is crackling and distorting, as though multiple versions of herself are fighting to be prioritized.

She reverts to her first seen form, but something is, 'off'.

"The manner of which you speak, you couldn't possibly refer to the Queen Most High. The only possible grandchildren are... ...and you are clearly not one of those. I've verified that much already." Yasei's voice is different somehow, the more gentle air is absent, almost an ominous lack of warmth. She opens her eyes, and her sclera are black, her eyes molten and glowing red.

"Let's resolve this, before anything else complicates the present situation." Yasei makes a gesture with her sword, and enters a battle stance.

"Dear goodness she did really go off the deep end," the youth says as they draw a spoon from their jacket. What seems to be an insult or joke at first quickly becomes serious as Yasei and Garda both feel as if an extremely sharp blade is pressed against their throats before the youth enters a stance she has seen before from Abeni, but more refined and focused.

"How do you know that form," Garda hisses as heat matching that of a neutron star pours from her armor.

"Iunno, ask your boss," the youth states, unperturbed by either change. "Come if you want, I'll just break your blades as needed."

Yasei's eyes flash, before appearing before Garda, sword swinging down toward her head.

A crest appears beneath her blade then vanishes as Garda matches her blade. She then takes a deep breath before exhaling, blowing Yasei back as her blade burns with golden molten light and heat.

Yasei seems to pass through the blade as though a phantom, vanishing at the same time, however, not long after, Garda receives a cut to the opposite arm of the one holding her weapon, as though her armor simply wasn't there.

Yasei appears behind Garda and launches orbs of red liquid at Garda's back.

Garda growls and whips around but before she can act, the youth has moved between her and Yasei's attack.

"Enough of that both of you, " he coughs. "Void."

The orbs vanish, as does the molten light and heat. Yasei feels as if her abilities are being suppressed while Garda is forced to a knee. Getting a good look at him, he looks strikingly similar to Abeni barring her horns in terms of features, but he also reminds her of Azula, Gurin and others that are unfamiliar. He plops down in the air between them and sighs, spoon at the ready.

"I was initially gonna have you two resolve this without the whole 'must kill' thing since neither of you can lose. I get why you can't Shadow, but if they fall here either the Impossible Beauty or the Unstoppable Beast will enter the fray too soon... and neither of you know who those are. Right," he deadpans before looking directly into Yasei's eyes. She feels a prickling sensation before she finds herself looking at Gina and the fortress.

"Grandmother," she hears, though she sees no source. "I imagined we'd meet later, after a lot of this nonsense was over and done with, but... the best laid plans and such. I'll ask that you call off your current assault on this country and instead have your units fallback and regroup, leaving it to your Warlord and her duel. More efficient and saves you man power for when the raid on your fortress inevitably begins. It also saves you a general, but I need not go into detail there.

Should you choose to allow your Spear to handle this or otherwise keep your forces aside from your Warlord here, you may find both that I've no qualms breaking both this force of yours and your opposition, but in a way that loses you the territory you want to conquer and a large section of your great forest. Not something I want to do really, especially since deep end or not, I'd like to have a cup of tea with you. But unlike a few others I know, I'm aware we can't afford leniency or a light hand."

With that Yasei finds herself back in the muted space from before, tired on a spiritual level and somewhat physically as the youth looks to Garda who goes rigid as he says something in a language akin to rusted ringing bells. She feels as if her opponent would be pale beneath her armor once the youth ceases speaking to her and she begins to shiver in place.

Without warning, Yasei seems to flicker and vanish, and outside the space, they all see the army of enemies falter and then collapse, turning into a great red mist of power, before flowing away, though notably in the direction where Dust had traveled, accompanied by a tremendous force that seems to suck in the very air in the same direction.

Suddenly, an explosion of force and flame blasts from that location, unleashing a colossal presence and sending the defending army flying, even the Lord Templars are pushed back by the sheer force, as the sky turns blood red and takes upon the countenance of flames dancing across the atmosphere, with intense flashes of lightning and thunder deafening them. The presence can only be described as both horrific and magnificent in the same breath.

"And that would be my cue," the youth says, eyes flashing black with red irises before he looks to Garda. "Sleep."

Before the Lord Templar can protest, she finds herself in a deep slumber as a second version of the youth appears and gently collects her.

"You know what to do," the original says, with the second nodding.

"One fi-"

"Yes yes, take your prerecorded melodramatic lines, if they can be called that, and get moving. Quietly," the former snaps. The secobd nods again and vanushes with Garda in tow. The youth then watches the burning sky with a fond look on his face. A smirk appears when a pillar of emerald light pierces it. Much further away he notes a great pressure shift direction and begin moving away from its original destination. "Good, that was averted."

Outside of the other layer, a Lord Templar searches for Inza.

"You may want to actually pull your forces and retreat. You won't be much help and your pride will see you destroyed or turned. We will guard your escape but if you attempt to insist on staying we will have to move you ourselves."

One of Inza's legs appears to have been broken due to the burst of power, but she just chuckles. "Retreat? Where to exactly?" She brings up a holographic image of the globe, a satellite image. It is covered in a red, flaming aura.

"The whole planet seems to be under these conditions. I'm not certain there is anywhere truly safe."

"There is one place." The Lord Templar hands her a badge of sorts. "Gather your people and hold that to the sky. We'll hold the line if more enemies show up. Now go and don't look back human, we've not the time to debate this."

"...All units, head to my position. If you have any injured... ...then carry them if you can." Inza rasps in a wakie, starting to sweat.

Her men gather, some of them not looking too good, and Inza weakly holds the badge to the sky.

A blue pillar of light engulfs them all and they vanish while Order members wait and watch for anything else, stiffening when the emerald pillar shatters and the sky shifts.

Without warning, a rift sears into being in the valley and after a few minutes, an armored woman with long white curled hair, wings that form a three layered cloak, emerges from the rift, carrying Dust in her arms. The aura she gives off is very faint, but identical to the force they felt during the battle. Without a word, she lowers Dust onto the ground and turns and walks away toward the other side of the ravine.

"He fell but he bought us time," several of the Templars mutter as the Lord Templars inspect his form.

"Garda is missing and Lord Dust will not stir until certain conditions are met," one of the Lord Templars states. "Redouble the defenses on the area and prep some 'surprises' for any would be scavengers. We'll salvage the camp and make it impassible for a time."

"Anemos, are you certain," another asks.

"Aye, it's the least we can do," nods the Lord Templar before looking to another. "Hiro. Get back to the castle with Lord Dust and take Seth and Dia with you to get Inza and her lot situated."

"...Right," rumbles one of the larger looking Lord Templars, picking up Dust. The other two called join him and return to the castle in a blue beam of light. With that done, Anemos looks around. Lets get to work. We're on crunch time."

Atop a mountain, staring down at the valley stands Abeni.

So, how did it go? Gina's voice echoes in her head.

Sizable number of humans contaminated, majority of those contaminated will convert in full. Those with stronger wills, partial at best. Anyone's guess as to if the Order members were contaminated at any point. Anyway, it wasn't what you wanted, but one of their Inquisitors is out of our hair for the moment, and new blood should spawn. Abeni replies shortly.

Head back. We will discuss measures when you arrive. They will regret this.

With this short report done, Abeni steps forward and vanishes.

The Monster Upon the Throne of Power[]

Dust travels a significant distance, and as he does so, he notices the pressure of the 'intent' toward the battlefield lift, and the area return to normal in terms of tone and sensation. At least, he thinks so at first, enough for him to almost consider turning back, when he notes something.

There is a presence, thick and heavy, but he cannot discern its true power or its true nature. Not even its general location can be discerned, he just understands there is now a subtle but tremendous weight upon him, as if he was on a far denser planet than before.

As he continues forward, any worries of pinpointing the source are dispelled, as sitting on a rock molded to serve as a seat, is a woman covered in black armor, with horns curling from the head like that of a ram, claws and talons on her hands and feet, and a long tail ending in an axe blade. Upon noticing him, six black angel wings silently fold against her back. He cannot confirm it, but his intuition tells him that this is likely the source of the pressure he feels.

The woman regards him for a moment. "I see that this is the path you decided to take. Regrettable but to be expected. I ask you what you intend to do now that you are here, 'Inquisitor'."

"First I'd like to try to peacefully dissuade you from continuing along your path," Dust says rather evenly, hands raised and away from his weapons. "In part because I'd rather not have to fight, not really interested in that versus teaching people and such, and in part because I don't really see why you need to exterminate or turn all humans you meet. Seems like wasted effort when you have the high ground literally and figuratively.

That being said, if you must continue along your path I'm obligated to make that process as difficult as possible, which doesn't really seem like a big deal but I'm a tad bit annoying or so I've heard. I'd rather not have to be annoying or worse- serious. Doesn't really fit me and I'm certain you've other things you could be doi- Aaaannd new intel. Give me a moment."

Dust glances upwards and blinks a few times before looking back at the armored woman. "You're the 'Lady' a Ms. Moegara keeps mentioning aren't you?"

"So she made contact after all." The woman rolls her shoulder as she stands up from the rock, looking at Dust.

"Abeni. I may be the Five Shadows' master, but I dislike being on such a high pedestal that I've never earned. Moegara especially... loyal, to a fault. It looks as if you have made contact with her and my kind, and have shown some level of decency to her. Assuming that is the case, and you have not in fact been torturing her for information, I will make something clear. You need to leave.

I don't have anything against you or humanity, and I may command the Chaos Engines, but one exists above me and my sisters that forces our hands. Her orders are binding to us, and unfortunately, I'm the kind of woman who cannot stomach not giving her opponents the respect of facing them with my own will to live. So, my advice is..."

She falls silent, as if forced to cease. Her gaze however gives him a faint intensity of urgency, but even that ceases as she bows her head at the same time that Dust feels a cold chill and the hairs on his neck stand.

There is a faint sheen of silver surrounding Abeni now as she extends a hand toward Dust and looks straight at him, a glow of silver seen from inside the helm. The distinct aura and sensation tells him that someone else is now making themselves known.

"Join me, and I can give you anything you desire. Ones such as you I desire far more than the embryos that dot this little rock. I would hate to see your potential wasted here, you and your kin are far more qualified than all of humanity for this gift.

I can even offer her to you. What say you? Or would you care to struggle in futility and watch as your meaningless, token act of defiance is crushed like the ants you are?"

Someone with notable power is speaking through Abeni, and something about them suggests that they far exceed Abeni's own power, that and based on their mannerism, they are behind the continued assault on humanity, but their depraved presence gives the impression that this isn't a force that can be reasoned with.

Dust simply laughs. Not harshly or bitterly, but purely. He opens his eyes and both Abeni and the one speaking through her see eyes of the purest silver that lack pupils. "Long ago, perhaps I'd have considered your offer. Instead, I must refuse on principle. Mentioned my reasoning before, at least for not wanting to fight, but- unlike one of my fellows, I'm not biased against humanity. So I'll politely decline and if that means we must fight, unfortunate as that may be, I'll not back down."

Both note that while his hands are still in a peace bearing position, a seafoam green aura gradually stirs around his armoured form. He seems surprisingly relaxed.

The silver glow fades, and Abeni‘s posture shifts. She reaches her hand out, and in a flash of light, what would be a greatsword by most’s standards but an average sword to her appears. She regards him quietly.

”As I was trying to say... ...this isn’t my choice. You seem like someone who I could respect, in different circumstances. But... ...well, don’t blame anyone but yourself for what will happen. ... I am sorry for what I must do.”

She says quietly. He can tell there was something she wanted to say, perhaps a crucial warning, but the interruption from the unknown force made it clear she isn’t the one truly in control of the situation.

He sighs and draws his two blades, both emerald in color and translucent as if made from the precious stone. His stance shifts to neutral as the green aura dances around him. "Likewise. I'd rather not fight, but if I must, champion to champion is probably for the best. Forgive me if I'm a tad bit... different from others you may have fought and perhaps we can maybe talk after this assuming neither of us kick the bucket." With that, Abeni notes that the ground beneath them is shifting and expanding along with the sky until everything goes black as they enter an expanse of inverted black space where what was once the sky is now the ground and what was the ground is now outlines in the sky.

Abeni doesn't react much, aside from a shift in posture. Within the next second though, Dust feels a strong, almost electric sensation behind him as the seams of Abeni's armor glows red, a faint red energy swirling around her blade.

Dust closes his eyes as a phantom wind blows, his aura crackling. He doesn't seem to move but Abeni feels as if he's closer than he appears to be. He gives a faint smile as the strides forward almost nonchalantly if not for the steady tension Abeni can sense.

Without warning, she turns multicolored, and dissipates into a iridescent haze, right after, he hears,

"Doragon raimei!!!" Abeni roars behind him, as a colossal serpent dragon of lightning coils from her sword slash and bares its fangs upon Dust, letting loose a massive blast of lightning that scars the landscape.

Dust simply continues, one of his blades flashing as the serpent is cleanly cut in two. He then pauses and points a blade at her. "Triple. Riposte."

Abeni feels pressure building around her as the air ignites with the holiest of holy energy. The air then erupts with the same amount of power as the serpent's breath once, then twice more.

The holy energy appears to almost get sucked into Abeni and forms an intense but thin aura around her, though what damage she does take seems to only agitate a dark red aura that violently mixes with the holy one, and Dust can feel the brief stirring of a malevolent force briefly flickering from Abeni's presence, momentarily allowing him to get a feel of her power, briefly, but enough to understand that single slash was the least of his concerns, and that should she draw upon her full strength, utter calamity would follow.

This same insight makes him realize that her power is partitioned in some way, though how and why isn't clear, he would need a lot more time to process a more stable manifestation of whatever dark force lurked within her, either her true nature or something else, he isn't sure.

What he is sure of though is a sense of danger as she grasps her sword handle with both hands, as though about to swing with colossal force.

Dust crosses his blades and begins to glow a deep green, his blades erupting with emerald light as wings of light seem to dance around him.

As she maintains her pose but rapidly advances on his location, she abruptly lifts one of her hands and points it toward him in a clawed fashion, and suddenly it blackens before it and her arm enlarges, and each digit grows longer and rope like, with the tips long and sharp, and lash out, aimed at piercing him. The other hand very much continues to hold position, as though preparing a massive swing.

As the digits grow closer, they pass through Dust fully as if he wasn't there to begin with. There is no impact, no presence no anything as they continue while the Inquisitor seems to glow brighter, blades now ablaze as more green energy gathers towards him.

Abeni growls before a powerful current of electricity blasts down the digits.

The electricity passes through him freely as more energy gathers, now condensing into a rather focused green aura.

Abeni makes a deep growl, one which surprisingly starts causing the scenery around her to twist and ripple with the intensity, and Dust sees a white crack spread horizontally across her helm. Her digits have detached and regrown as normal hands by this point. Meanwhile, an incredibly large shadow is manifesting behind her.

Dust seems to drop his stance, but the green aura around him stays. He says something in an unfamiliar Earth language and what appears to be a shaggy dog pup with deep blue fur and large yellow eyes appears next to him with a yip. It has silver armor on its torso and an oversized headdress hanging lopsided from its head. Notably, it has a rather long tail and a red jewel in its forehead. Dust sighs, but his stance reforms more fluidly than before. "Engaging Blitz."

The aura around him thins as it shrinks further, but Abeni notes the faint flicker of afterimages behind him.

Strangely the warping loses intensity as Abeni seems to stare at the dog for a moment, almost as if transfixed until abruptly shaking her head and without warning she flickers, appearing before him and swinging her sword at his hip, the previously noted feeling of danger now reaching full force.

Dust flashes as her strike connects with one of his blades, but the impact is oddly weak compared to what it should be. His eyes open briefly and Abeni notes that his strength seems to spike to match hers as his blades flash again.

The pup yips a few times and wags its tail playfully at her, releasing a rather soothing aura.

Abeni starts to react to the flash of his blades, but freezes as the black armor on her body rapidly begins to crack, dense, dark ripples of aura begin flowing out of the cracks, causing more cracks in turn. In addition, the more negative presence he felt from within her begins to rouse.

At this time under his feet grows a dense darkness.

"Cubic Divide," He breathes as Abeni feels 27 heavy slashes that actually pierce her defenses, yet they aren't as deep as she feels they could have been. Instead the cracks in her armor knit and the armor itself is reinforced as he dances away as if detached from his shadow. "Stay with me. I'd rather not actually have to hurt you."

She notes his words seem to carry more weight as his eyes flicker to an iridescent pallet. For a brief moment she senses utter sincerity and serenity from him as she sees what look sashes materialize around him then vanish. Abeni further gets the feeling something about her has been reinforced... along with a brief pain to the back of her neck followed by the pain immediately dulling.

Dust just barely avoids a large hellish blade from spouting from where he stood, though more shadows appear, almost as if tracking him. At Abeni's side is an angelic knight, whose shield is placed in front of her, while Dust is able to catch in his peripheral vision a glimpse of some manner of tall demon wrapped in robes flowing from the ground, slender but he gets the sense it is a noble of some manner.

He notes however that Abeni waves her hand in dismissal of the Angel, who only reluctantly disappears.

Abeni seems silent for a moment, before Dust notices the seams of her armor begin to glow an intense red, and embers of red energy begin to slowly swirl about her form, a deep, intense pressure is building around her, the energy of the air itself seems to flow into her. Slowly but surely, this intensifies until tornado like winds are beginning to howl around Abeni, who remains motionless.

Out of nowhere, this force doubles, triples, and continues to escalate until Dust has a hard time not getting pulled in, but he notices a cloud of red energy swirling violently around her, originating from various locations in all directions, and it is at this time that he sees molten cracks violently erupting into being in her armor, the pressure reaching an absurdity at this point, before it suddenly explodes outwards, the armor finally tearing off of her frame with incredible force.

Abeni now levitates in the air, looking up slightly as though transfixed. A ludicrously strong aura now blasts from her, less permeable and more like a solid wall that repeatedly slams into him, forcing him back with incredible force. The skies above them begin to darken and redden, the aura around Abeni glowing intensely, like a union of hellfire and heavenly fire, but now soaking itself into her very form, until she is less solid and more unbridled pure force.

And that is when a colossal explosion of flame erupts from her, obscuring her figure and blowing Dust back a substantial distance, lightning flashes and thunder roars, as the flames seem to reach into the sky, and all around the world, the red tint is seen, along with a colossal pressure and a sight that can only be described as the sky taking on the semblence of being ignited, as though the sky itself had become a star. Red clouds and intense flame swirl around the globe, and red-gold motes of flame twinkle down from the heavens, the intense presence and the sights witnessed issue forth awe and terror.

Dust shakes his head. "Joy, there goes being light hearted." He opens his eyes once more and what was silver is now a burning emerald as a pole of sorts materializes before him. It is jade in coloration with black lines and circles akin to that of a circuit board until he touches it, causing it to ignite and draw in his blades. The once pole becomes spear of sorts as sashes materialize around Dust along with a raiment. His hair lengthens and becomes turquoise in color as his aura from before seems to only grow more intense and defiant.

He raises the spear and a torrent of emerald erupts from him, piercing the sky as numerous ribbons, letters and numbers become visible in the flames. Dust rises from the ground as well, emerald flames forming around his greaves, vambraces and pauldrons. Abeni notes a fierce serenity around him as he levels his spear towards her.

The flames explode outward and vanish, revealing a woman with white hair that is rather curly, with an iridescent sheen, and red 'skin' with a full suit of armor that seems to naturally grow from her body. The armor is laden with runes that glow fiercely, when looking at them as a whole, they form the seal restraining the darker power within her. Her eyes are the most brilliant of ambers, like staring into jewels with heavenly fire burning inside them.

He notes however, that this form appears to be rapidly changing. Her short hair is lengthening, but maintaining its curly look as it extends first past her shoulders, then down to her knees, but bellows as though being carried in a strong wind. Her armor grows far more regal, with tones of demonic and angelic features in equal measure, and her features are becoming ethereal in beauty, almost hypnotic, her being is becoming far more surreal as she glows with tremendous power.

With her seal's inhibitors released, he's finally able to fully grasp the full weight of her power, as well as the nature of the inner force lying within her. As he stares into her eyes, he notices that she seems more cognitive of things, in particular, of Dust. Her gaze seems to almost be paying attention to the subtlest of details about him, and it occurs to him that she might be able to 'see' Mirage itself.

That same realization hits him at the same moment things grow deathly quiet, the surroundings and his vision go white, and only his most base instincts saves him from getting punched directly in the face, her fist flies by his head barely in time, not that it would matter:

Her upward swing sends him hurtling into the skies as a colossal rift in the skies and ground rip into being, shockwaves from the area not directly torn hurtle across the globe, quakes rattle the populace and fierce lightning storms strike the regions surrounding the area impacted, meanwhile, everyone is able to distinctly hear the titanic roar of power from the punch.

As Dust flies upward, he sees her appear before him, sword swinging, already causing another tear as it swings.

He only nods. "Figured. Cubic Zero." As he says this, his voice distorts and his eyes flash iridescent once more, this time with tiny cracks like wrinkles forming around his eyes. The sheer power behind Abeni's slash just vanishes as Dust's spear flashes in a way unlike his blades did. "Impossibility Flow."

She sees the cracks spread across his face as his spear shrinks onto a thin beam that launches at her. Less than an instant later more and more of these beams branch from the spear and hurtle towards her. Soon blades and more spears form and do the same as the fire in the sky vanishes for but a moment. Each strike curves and bends to hit her, most bouncing off harmlessly but others simply bypassing her armor and flesh to strike at something foreign hanging around her, slowly at first but quickly cutting it from her as the strikes become faster and stronger.

She notes that Dust has well over a dozen locks of sort on his person, several of which are riddled with cracks but are being held together by nothing other than sheer willpower. She also notes that there is something past them trying to break free as more power begins to gather in his core then spread to the locks, a faint but eldritch presence reeking of ancient magic occasionally seeping from his form.

Most importantly she notes that he was always blind and yet retained awareness of his surroundings as if he could see, something that seems minor initially but then she realizes his range of "sight" sees far more than the material plane but dozens and dozens overlayered with ribbons, random letters and numbers attached to nearly everything to the point where it makes no sense barring the colors of the ribbons, numbers and letters. Even then however, it's hard to understand what these strings and colors represent, only that a large amount around her have been severed or bolded.

While the attacks start to hit, Dust starts noticing them going through empty space where he knows she should have been, in incredibly small frames of time, less than even a second, but doesn't have time to process it, as he starts registering attacks of notable force, lesser than the rift causing force, but each successive hit grows rapidly more powerful than the last. All of this happening within the course of a second, he is being rapidly pushed back and struck with hard hitting combos, the very last of which before Mirage kicks in again causes a feeling and sound of a sharp 'crack' resonating through his body.

Muscle fibers, bones, even blood vessels seem to have many ruptures and tears of incredibly fine, thin degrees, but there are many of them. As he goes to strike at her again, his next attack is blocked by what he 'feels' should be fire, but is completely different, his senses discerning that he was less blocked, and more that his attacks either dissolved or erroded. A powerful, odd flame like aura that causes notable disfigurments in the surroundings as they pass by and around Abeni flows from her with notable intensity.

"Nothing easy, right. Fine." He breathes an Abeni notes that he seems to near instantly recover save for the cracks, which spread further. "Prime Zero."

His being flares and Abeni feels reality shatter around both of them. "The Moon fades from view as the dark grows. Neither light nor shadow matter as the Illusion falls into place. Good, Evil, Life, Death matter not as the Dream ends and the Void begins. An Illusion fades then returns again, once a dream and now a mad Phantom."

As he says this Abeni feels something is wrong, as if some tension is building in her that makes no sense: a distant but growing fear on an existential level. She hears footsteps then feels the flames around her vanish as if cut through. In the same moment she feels something else get cut then another thing, each cut growing faster and more precise than before, but neither Dust nor his spear are moving.

She hears the chime of bells and sees a flash of a blue haired youth in a distant past near a teal haired girl, a brown haired girl and a black mass that vaguely resembles a person before the vision fades. She notes that the odd tension seems to be growing as Dust's hair begins to flow in a phantom breeze. His eyes shut and he appears to drop his stance as more cracks form, spreading through his armor.

Abeni's eyes flash blood red, as the sigils on her do the same, her teeth elongate and she snarls, preparing to throw a spear of some manner of multicolored mist at him.

"The Phantom stirs and finally awakes, becoming corporeal and not, scattering to the winds. The winds bring peace and calm, but loss as well under the darkness of the New Moon," he recites as more cracks form and he shatters in every direction. The few shards that she sees glow Emerald then Jade before they dissipate. A moment later, the tension from earlier grows more intense yet muted.

"It isn't time for you to lose yourself, lady. I'm a bit weak but I can at least do this for you." With that there is a sharp pain across her being as an emerald mandala forms around her. She sees a red phantom float from her, pierced by dozens of emerald blades. She feels something within her strengthen and another thing reform as part of her spiritual body as her power is drawn back into her and bound behind what she briefly visualizes as an emerald seal made of layers upon layers of revolving mandalasa and circuits that evenly distribute the strain in the seal, at the center of which lies the image of a sleeping person.

Similarly she feels more parts of her being strengthen as her eyes flash emerald then silver before flickering back to normal. It feels hard to breathe and think for a moment as her awareness expands and she briefly sees the world as pure information rather than forms and shapes. She seems to falk through this information, form becoming one with it before snapping back to reality in a wasteland of her own making.

Across from her lies Dust, his breathing shallow as his form ripples like water for several moments before settling. His complexion is darker and his hair indigo in some sections, emerald in others. Near him stands the pup from before, watching her expectantly.

She drops to her knees, clutching her face with an armored gauntlet, breathing heavily. Her hands drop to the ground, supporting the majority of her weight. She trembles for a moment, freezing when she sees her face in a pool of water. Her long hair from her unsealed form has remained, and her face has retained some of the ethereal quality of the same form. Meanwhile, her armor has changed, now heavy, full plate aside from her head, but most importantly, the markings on her armor have altered to reflect the new part of the seal. Her wings have melded into a three layered cloak, which at will can revert to their prior state.

She stares at her reflection, and clenches her fist at the sight of her hair. Slowly, she forces herself to rise, now looking over Dust, quietly. She appears as though she is contemplating something, as a faint aura shimmers about her form, along with a faint tinge of her power. Holding her sword, one cannot tell her inner thoughts. She silently extends her hand to her face, and with a flurry of energy, a mask forms over it.

With a swing of her sword, a rift opens up between her, the pup, and Dust. She looks at it and points at the rift.

"Go through. Your master will be right behind you." She intones.

The pup yips and its eyes flash before Abeni feels the pup's presence with her own.

"I don't..." She trails off, before sighing wearily and looking at Dust, picking him up, and walking through the rift.

Scoping the Battlefield[]

As the Order works on securing the military station of Inza's men, they eventually hear a faint rumble that abruptly becomes a scream of light and sound, then drops off into a quiet murmur as a bright burning object hurtles toward the site where Dust and the unfamiliar being had fought, dropping out of sight in the horizon.

Moegara lands in the area, sighing. "I'll need a royal banquet after all of this exercise. Now then..." Moegara proceeds to conjure an orb that contained a spell circle in its internal structure, and channels her power through it, attempting to glean insight into what had transpired here. The information starts from recent events to further back, requiring her to use another spell in tandem to play it back to her in the correct chronological order.

She sees the beginning of the conversation between Dust and Abeni, followed by Gina's interference and finally the start of their bout. She sees an even match, neither side truly hurting the other- with Dust clearly avoiding strikes he could have taken- and the appearance of a strange blue pup around the time Abeni's own familiar stirs. She sees Abeni unleash more of her strength and the battle tilting in her favor even as Dust released a greater amount of power as well. Then reality cracks, snaps, ruptures.

Dust seems to change, numbers replacing his form for a moment as Moegara glimpses at some internal change take place. She sees the unleashed Abeni-rather the second presence within her- react to a strange presence as Dust floats in place then shatters. She sees all of the universe for a moment of perfect clarity, the past the future, the potential of all things, then she sees Dust once more.

Then comes another being similar to him and the two trade positions as all becomes a sea of numbers and letters entwined with ribbon and symbols. She sees a golden eye open as she falls through the sea, then four stars: one of gold, one of blue, one of green and one yellow.

She sees the form of Alchymia surrounded by machines, eyes dead as she commands them to raze an area; the form of Wave facing a being of static in mortal combat as dark haired woman looks on with worry; the form of the twin Dusts, one asleep while the watches the stars then turns to meet her gaze as if aware of her presence; and the form of Land, eyes black and crimson as his hair becomes as flame and the earth beneath him crumbles away as he roars in rage.

Past the stars she sees five lights that take the form of a robed woman, an armored figure, a blond woman, a white haired teen and a being whose appearance rapidly changes. Then she's back to the battle as a crimson specter is pushed from Abeni then impaled by an ethereal Dust as a complex seal forms around Abeni and suppresses the second being within her. She then sees the world return to normal, Dust unconscious and Abeni restored but changed... as the white haired teen watches, invisible to both before he turns away and vanishes.

Moegara puts a finger to her chin and mulls over the information, before starting to scrawl a message to Alchyima.

'Found some leads and information, I need to verify some things, hopefully I will have a full report later.'

Once she had done this, she looks in the direction of the battlefield, sensing that Abeni had come that way for some reason. Upon determining this, she swipes her hand through the air, a demon magic circle forming before flashing, a pulse of power heading toward the location.

Meanwhile, a pulse of energy is felt in the camp grounds and the Templars see a magic circle spinning before projecting an image of a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail, demon horns, and soft red eyes. On the other end of the circle, she in turn sees them.

"I'll be heading over there in just a moment to have a quick chat with you, I mean no harm, just letting you know that I'll be appearing quite abruptly so don't freak out." She waves.

Anemos sighs as some of the Order tense. "At ease, you lot. She has Lady Alchymia's mark on her person."

Not long after, the woman appears in a bright flash of light and heat. “My name is Moegara, as was said, I am here on Alchymia’s behalf looking into the situation regarding Dust. I got the impression that he ‘came’ this way, but I would like to hear your accounts of the matter.” She gives a quick curtsy.

Anemos looks her over as if gauging something. "One similar to yourself brought him here, unconscious, then left."

Moegara looks at Anemos. "Let me clarify, what happened leading up to that, and what happened after that? I have a distinct feeling I'd know if the one named Dust was here."

"Lord Dust went to face the one similar to your own before an army of undead rose by the hands of another like yourself, with one of our own choosing to face her before both vanished due to extradimensional interference. In the meantime Lord Dust fought until said army vanished- or rather was drawn to the point where he was fighting. He then released his True Holy Art but ultimately lost and was returned to us by the one he fought, who then left."

Moegara thinks for a moment, her tail swishing. "I would assume that he's somewhere safe then, and I am probably not to see him. ...So Yasei was here as well... not just her but..."

Moegara starts looking around, starting to nod to herself. She then turns toward Anemos.

"This whole battle wasn't even planned as a battle between armies, but a conversion strike on a large scale. The army you spoke of was closer to a legion of demons created with the souls of the dead as a base, and its one objective was fundamentally simple. Press the attack until they swarmed among your ranks.

Upon achieving that goal, they would intentionally allow themselves to be struck down, releasing their essence among you, stealthily corrupting you into beings such as I or my Lady, more specifically. Yasei was there to reinforce the army and prevent area of effects from wiping it out, while another Lambda was hiding in the shadows, waiting to mark the infected so they could be spirited away the moment they fell to the alteration.

This is definitely a scheme with its base origins coming from Yasei, but likely made more diabolical by 'her'..."

Moegara then swipes her hand toward a certain group of the Order, and spell circles appear before a previously unnoticed red mist shatters like glass and disappears, they feel notably lighter all of a sudden.

"That said, when my Lady used her power, it's likely some passively absorbed the essence thrown off like sponges. That wasn't going to be problem for a little while more, but I saved you the pain of having that come up later.

Is there any other details? If not, I'll need to put together a report for Alchy. She was pretty anxious to check on her brother's state of being." Moegara still looks like she is mulling things over.

"Nothing more other than a rather odd presence flickering about the area, but it seems unrelated to that issue." Anemos states.

Moegara seems to take notice of this but says nothing. "Very well then. If I can't personally evaluate him then I'll have to make do with theory crafting."

Moegara begins walking off away from the members of the Order, as though deep in thought and as soon as she is some distance a way, she sits down. Almost immediately reddish letters begin forming as she appears to write whole sentences, if not paragraphs of notes and musings out, constantly arranging them, rearranging them, revising and erasing whole sections out upon reconsidering certain aspects of her thoughts.

The whole time she appears to give little regard or notice of the Order.

Suddenly, as though every star in the sky's brilliance had increased a thousand fold, a blinding light crashes over the whole of the landscape, along with an incredible and horrifically malevolent presence that emanates from every direction the light touches.

The Order begins to notice white feathers drifting from the skies, and when one looks up, they behold what could only be a grand host of angels descending upon them, though something is off putting about them, indeed, glancing at them inspires not wonder but pure, unbridled dread and nausea. Across the many battlefields, these angelic creatures descend with clear hostile intent, even as all of the Chaos Engines seem to abandon their posts in mass.

Yet, from the ground, a horde of demonic beasts, some filled with the same malevolence as the previous invaders that had been routed, but some possess a cruelty and hatred, not to mention unequaled power in comparison. A host of white dragons begins to circle the territories of Phoenix, each ridden by one of these beings. But as the various sides begin to clash with renewed desperation, if one glanced at the sky, they would see four brilliant sapphire blue stars descending from one greater star...

As soon as Moegara sees the angels and the strange light, something seems to occur to her and a look of familiarity comes over her.

“It’s like that one time...” She watches this for a moment, clutching her arm as it begins to convulse as gold cracks shining with a similar light open on it.

Just as she appears resolved to take some manner of action, the world seems to heave, and Moegara's eyes widen, throwing her arms forward as a massive barrier of heat forms all around them.

"You!" She addresses Anemos, "If you lot have shielding, barrier, or any form of protection abilities, I would use all of them, but prioritizing the strongest of them! Something powerful is rushing for us, it's raw power like I've not felt before, quickly, or we might all die here!"

"Very well," Anemos nods before raising his head to the sky. Reality crackles and bends briefly as Moegara gets a sense of something otherworldly from the Lord Templar, nay something entirely foreign compared to anything she's ever encountered. Any sense of what is emerging from the armored figure seems to be met with obfuscation and confusion. "Spirits from Beyond the Stars, Heed my Call: Bind and Protect Life under your Light and Rebuke those who would Strike At them in Full. Asterism: Septet of Polar Stars."

As the words touch the air, Anemos buckles and falls to a knee, rasping as his armor burns and blackens in areas as the sky explodes with light, the the light of Polaris, Kochab, Er Rai, Thuban, Vega, Pherkad and another star of unknown origin. The light bathes the battlefield as wards and battlements rise from the earth, seven towers of crystal and light that pierce the sky surrounded by ramparts and barricades growing as the world shifts and churns between colors. Soon a magnificent fortress of starlight and crystal that spans miles and miles has formed, protected by hundreds upon thousands of constellations, some familiar, others eldritch and foreign.

Moments later, a colossal wave of force in the form of a roar slams into Moegara's barrier, causing it to buckle and almost completely shatter. As soon as the wave of force passes, she puts her energy into trying to repair it, but when the next one hits, it completely shatters the barrier and the force of a landscape flattening roar deafens them, slamming straight into Anemos' barrier. Moegara manipulates the energy of the surroundings to instead intensify around the fortress, attempting to help reduce as much damage as physically possible to Anemos' barrier.

The barrier flares defiantly under the force, forming more and more swirling layers of constellations on top of the prior ones as more and more foreign stars appear in the sky.

Under the force of a third and final roar, accompanied by a tremendous distant explosion, Moegara buckles. Soon after the area under the barrier is viciously accosted by what could only be described as the elements having been swept into a mad frenzy, as lighting shatters the landscape and pounds upon the fortress like natural shelling, swirling storms of fire hiss, titanic waves of water and needles of sharp rain writhe, the very earth heaves and quakes, while the wind howls and huge hail smashes apart everything in its path.

The force of the elements is constant and unwavering, nor do they seem to be placated by those with a connection with them, if not outright ignoring their calls or unable to hear.

Anemos growls as his armor crumples and cracks, some sections bubbling as other members of the Order began casting healing arts on him or attempting to reinforce the barrier and fortress he created. Part of his visor disintegrates, revealing a glowing azure colored eye streaked with shades of orange, red, yellow and violet with grey rings and tiny silver flecks throughout as more foreign celestial bodies appear around the fortress, each ethereal and faint. The barrier above it only seems to grow more defiant and strong, pushing against the roar and pushing away the rogue elements as each of the seven initial stars forming it glow with intensity that would rival the sun at its peak, forming a faint constellation that overlaps and flows through the others in the shape of a crown.

A faint roar can be heard, and soon after, a wave of dragon fire crashes upon the barrier, as a black dragon swoops in and slams itself into the barrier, failing to breach it, it soars back only for another attempt, only for its head to be cleaved from its neck. A strange holy light bathes Anemos, who feels his strength stabilize and invigorates his compatriots. Moegara looks up to see a red haired woman with angelic wings that is all too familiar to Anemos and the gathered members of the Order.

"It seems that your strength is sapped, dear Moegara. Perhaps your chest you're so proud of weighed you down, or perhaps you've yet to learn to stop frolicking with such a care free attitude and truly master your potential. In any case, if it is true that you have struck an accord with these ones, then perhaps taking your place in their defense should be my priority. It's just your lucky day I was in the relativistic neighborhood." Her voice projects from her with no sign of her lips moving. She glances at Anemos.

"We meet again. Be honored, your defenses were able to hold the line against the might of one of the Three Sisters. An accomplishment worthy of the highest honor, considering we Five pledge our fealty to them alone. If the one I consider a rival for the seat of our Lady's right hand deemed you worthy of being in an accord, then I shall acknowledge you as well. Be at ease. I dislike the Path of Light, but I will use every tool in my arsenal to aid in your defense."

Without looking, she slashes another dragon into pieces, dodging another and slicing its neck open, it would seem that a host of bestial beings, be they natural beasts or beings possessing animal traits or forms, have begun to descend upon their location, Yasei keeping them at bay.

"Bound by Celestial Chains and left to Shine in Vain. A dead night calls, when blood is shed and and the winds blow red, awaiting the dark star's fall. A clarion sounds, silencing the baying of the hounds who hunger without end, bringing forth a dark which can rend," Anemos chants, runes burning into the air as the fortress of starlight takes on an ominous red tint. He raises a hand and a blood red spear forms within his reach, thin as a needle and lighter than the air itself. "Born from conflict and given form in war, the fell star shines once more, consigning beasts and men alike to the depths of the Great Withering. Asterism: Alexandrian Retribution."

He tosses the spear, almost lightly, to the sky. The spear flies slowly at first, hardly seeming as if it would get near the apex of the fortress and more impossibly pass Yasei. Yet the arm flies upwards slowly, steadily, until it reaches the clouds after a long moment. Then, as if a switch were flipped, the spear accelerates and pierces the sky, tainting it with red for a moment before red ash falls over the region, like crimson snow without the smell or taste of spilled blood as a cold wind blows, singing a haunting melody.

Yasei pays little heed, her eyes closed and movements graceful if not dreamlike as she weaves through the host of enemies, cutting down some while incapacitating others. One would assume her being offensive were it not for only a great minority of enemies getting past her.

Moegara meanwhile appears to be composing herself, sending a report to Alchymia with a large glyph which contains heavily compressed information.

The report itself details what she observed, specifying that Dust appears alive but whatever he did to her Lady, most likely a seal with a great cost requiring substantial rest, has left him out of the fight. Moegara notes that Abeni seemed for a moment to be doing something that the CE network wouldn't have allowed her, returning Dust to the Order unharmed beyond what he had incurred to himself and what damage he sustained in battle. She isn't sure why Gina would allow this, leading her to believe that perhaps something that Dust did caused Abeni to change in a way letting her even if briefly, resist control.

Moegara goes on to guess that Dust is no longer on Earth but in the care of the Order, as she hasn't been able to verify his current condition by seeing him directly. She finishes her report by promising to try and verify his condition directly if possible, but a present complication has her tied down with another of the Three Sisters.

>Threat 005<: The Primal of Creation[]

Deep within a forested grotto, a woman covered in filth and grime, wrapped in thick treeroots hangs, her hair matted and her eyes dulled. In this dark place hidden within Phoenix's conquered territory, a black armored figure walks up to her.

"For the sake of this world, what I must do is unavoidable. I don't ask your forgiveness, for I would hate me for what I'm about to do as well."

He places his hand on her forehead, and a strange emblem flares over it, the man disappearing soon after. Silence fills the grotto for one seemingly endless moment...

The vast unnatural forest that had come to surround Yosai and the infernal fortress that now suspends it above the scenery explodes as a shockwave of pure sound blasts from the impossibly massive tree like structure at the forest's center, destroying it in seconds and flattening almost the entire forest in an instant, huge slabs of rock are flung into the air as a colossal crater is gorged from a pressure wave caused by the roar of an unimaginably powerful beast.

Moments later, the earth heaves and buckles as a giant stoney taloned hand rises from the ground, stretching out towards the sky, towards the flying fortress and Yosai. A great blue beam blasts the hand, disintegrating it, but green energy billows from the crater and reverses the destruction, now the hand firmly grasps and digs into the infernal fortress, as another devastating roar resounds for kilometers away from the area, even those in the heart of England can hear the deafening roar that leaves those as close as France utterly deaf for several minutes afterwards, violent ringing the only exception.

Now a swarm of blue stars shine around the stony talons, as from the crater arises a metal and stone colossus in the shape of some manner of vaguely humanoid beast, a mix of dragon, angel, and feral lion, which stares at the lights before issuing out one last roar before blasting them with huge bursts of pure white light that ignite the surroundings for miles.

The blue lights scatter, only for many to be swatted aside by another giant taloned hand, some destroyed instantly or outright damaged before repair, the few left begin to flee, only to be shot down by green bursts of light from its maw, the blue lights and the green energy combat each other, before both energies eat each other to nothing.

With none of the stars remaining, the colossus briefly returns its attention to the fortress before a blinding blue explosion shatters it, even as a much smaller but by human standards, huge version of the being in the flesh emerges unscathed, landing among the ruined landscape before while growling up at the sky, at the female warrior encased in pure black armor with black hair drifting to her waist, two large blue horns sticking from her head. Blue flames dance around her outstretched hand.

Growling, the beast unleashes bursts of rippling energy that draw huge slabs of earth to them as they fly, the armored being merely swatting them aside, the bursts dissolving away. The armored knight then retaliates by firing black spears at the beast, which counters by stomping on the ground, lifting mountain sized slabs of rock in the way, the slabs being completely destroyed but the spears impeded. The beast then draws a deep breath, before unleashing a roar twice as powerful as before, but focused in a narrow cone that scatters clouds and sends the black knight hurtling into the heavens.

Moments later, an impossibly massive blue beam blasts the whole of the region, reducing it to a colossal vertical circular hole, the blast felt by many from a great distance. Yet in the depths of the hole, a undamaged sphere of green light glows, then two giant green wings of energy extend from the sphere, and in a flash, the destruction is unmade.

The black knight returns into visible range, ignoring the fact that its attack had rendered devastating damage to the infernal fortress and Yosai itself, which now disappear, dragging along its many warriors, and indeed, much of the enemy force of Phoenix now actively begins to evacuate as the black knight holds in her hand a small blue sphere of impossibly dense energy, while the beast charges an equally dense sphere in its open maw. Without warning, the beast's power begins to rise faster than the knight was expecting, who tears a rift in the sky, summoning forth the Spear of God.

Now charging the superweapon itself with the intent of utterly eradicating this monster, whose power only skyrockets in the presence of the weapon, the black knight prepares for the worst, but fully confident that it will prevail.

The two continue to charge their power until at last the surroundings begin to ripple from the intensity of the energies, then fire their power at each other, green against brilliant blue. The power of the Spear seems unmatchable, but slowly, steadily, the green begins to push back, at first not concerning the knight, but as it begins to speed up, she tries desperately to force the power back, before in one moment the green rips free and blasts the Knight.

The Knight knew it could dodge, but an eternity of unopposed combat had dulled its sense of danger so that it allowed the hit to occur, so brazen its confidence. Yet when the green energy, unrestrained and wild Creation blasted the Knight, for the first time in memory, she remembered pain, horrific, existence sapping pain. The beam of creation tears through her armor, eating away at her consciousness at the same time it punches a hole through her being altogether. For the first time in the universe's memory, the Arbiter was wounded in battle.

Rapidly losing control of her vessel due to the agony and damage suffered, the Arbiter, Azul, flees at impossible speeds through the universe, shielding her presence, knowing eventually her enemy will be bested and attention will return to her. As its enemy flees into the stars, the beast lets out one final triumphant roar, as the elements themselves begin to go wild across the globe...

Gurin - Primal of Creation 1[]

Kado's group battles their way through raging storms of the elements, none which bother him, in fact they seem to bend and curve out of a general radius of him, allowing some level of travel. Regardless, a stray burst here and there requires them to forge their way carefully, until seeming coming upon the eye of the storm, where the elements are abnormally quiet. They breach the eye wall of the elemental storm to find a colossal crater and the scorched landscape beyond it, with a towering beast with vaguely humanoid features mixed in with that of a dragon, angel, and lion standing in the middle of the disaster area.

Its build subtly suggests it is female, and long flowing green hair sprouts from its head, while its green and brown colored skin gleams like metal, a strange iridescent energy bellows from its eyes, wings, hair, elbows, and tail.

Kado breathes, able to feel the air distort, vibrate, and almost tear at its mere presence, which is inconceivably heavy. In fact, only his own presence shields his group from the being's full weight.

He readies himself but only maintains a neutral battle pose while he attempts to survey the situation, hoping to gleam information, that and his desire to not have to take this being on alone stays his hand a moment. He could go in with the intent to kill, but something nags at the back of his mind to stay his hand. Collecting himself, he readies his sword, even as the creature lets out a roar, white lightning tearing toward him. Not retreating for a moment, he presses on as Michiko runs by his side and uses her blade to redirect the lightning to the sides of the crater and away from Kado.

Its wings then begin to flap, stirring up mighty gales that threaten to flow the others away, but Kozui smirks and crouches low, whirlwinds blowing around the group in the opposite direction of the flow of wind to cancel the attack out. Kado meanwhile lunges forward close enough to strike at its paw, only for his blade to spark and bounce off the surface. Realizing he has left himself open, he is too slow to avoid a swipe of its paw, as he rolls to his feet, he then dodges to the left and then right as iridescent streams of energy pound into the ground where he was moments ago.

This won't be an easy fight. That skin, it's hard. I've not had to cut something that tough before... this may be a challenge to find the force required to even leave a scratch. But, nothing ventured, nothing gained...

Kado steels himself for a long fight.

"Keep together, if it separates us, we'll be at a disadvantage!" He calls to the group.

Closing his eyes, Kado calls out to the spirits and nature, seeking to bring stability to their violent instability. He also readies himself as he can sense the ground heave, heat rising from below.

"I believe not," Land breathes before striking the ground with enough force to shatter mountains into fine sand. Without skipping a beat he splays his hand and roots of molten light pierce the earth, siphoning heat and pressure from the ground as a complex magical circle rapidly expands, golden at first then a deep violet an instant later. The weight of the being seems to lessen for those in the area as Land's eyes flash a deep red and the roots of his hair turn black for just a moment. "Gravity Blessing(Life Condensation)."

Particles of teal and vermilion energy begin to gather around the being as it feels titanic pressure building up around it, but without the heat or weight that would normally accompany it.

Kado doesn't move or react, but an immense discharge of energy extends from him and reaches Land, who feels swirls of green motes of energy fly into him, and he feels as though he is more grounded somehow, and the burdens of his abilities lessened.

Try not to go crazy, but I will welcome your aid. He opens his eyes to see Kanashimi and Ace in front of him, and he slowly blinks.

"I don't know why, but I'm glad you're back. All the same, I can tell you know what needs to be done, so get to focusing while we provide support." Kanashimi says without looking back.

"Besides, I want you to believe in us."

Kado blinks one more time before he closes his eyes and smiles sheepishly. "Very well then," He almost says in a laughing manner, but falls silent.

"It's cute when you act all grown up Kana, but don't jump in reckless-" Ace starts to say as the beast swipes its claws at the three, but Kanashimi bursts into flames and a majestic flaming shield appears on her arm, blocking the attack and causing the beast to rebound back.

"Look who's talking half pint." Kanashimi snaps back.

Ace only giggles lightly before a flood of scrolls whirl about, blue lights constructing a massive spectral fortification around the battlefield as the beast begins to glow iridescent colors, steams of Ether flowing in and out of it incredibly violently, a hyper dense sphere charging in its maw.

I need a moment to distract her, I'm almost positive an interloper put this piece on the board against its will. The target I'm aiming for is small and on her forehead, and she will likely defend with that irksome skin of hers and make my weapons miss their mark. If you could grab her attention enough to give me the time I need to close in, it would be appreciated. The only one here strong enough to contend with it besides me is Ace, and she needs to keep it from causing any more international damage.

"Hmph, simple enough. I tend to do fairly well at drawing attention," Land states as the flesh and muscle from the finger tips to the elbow of his right arm dissolves. Without skipping a beat, he raises the skeletal limb and begins to clench his hand, black and teal electricity gathering around it and the being as the particles form into the start of a massive vortex. "Armament 01: Fester (Death Flare)."

The vortex darkens and the air within it stagnates as the earth rots, the water congeals and thickens and any fire is snuffed out. Death permeates the vortex as it spins, slowly at first before increasing in speed and condensing down towards the being's chest as the black and teal lightning is drawn to its center and forms a dark sphere. The air outside of the vortex hums before it abruptly stops, the vortex flickering once before vanishing, being replaced by an azure detonation of deathly energy.

Almost immediately after, an iridescent burst ruptures through the blast and narrowly misses Land, yet manages to cleave a massive chasm into being, its edges burned by noxiously dense Ether. There is a sharp, metallic burning smell, almost acidic, and it is rapidly becoming more potent.

The explosion of death seems to start coming apart as whirling streams around the being's form, which glows white with radiant amounts of Ether condensed over the body, before beginning to solidify over the body in a massive set of seemingly solid material armor, a massive tail blade at the end. Wasting little time, the beast spins quickly and tears off into the air only to slam itself tailblade first directly at Land, Ether erupting like volcanoes to form a massive swipe.

Meanwhile the outline of a series of blades begins to vibrate through the air around Kado.

Land waits until the very last moment before shifting to a defensive stance, a glyph forming in front of him as the Tailblade connects. The moment it does the being finds its tail deflected by force equal to its own, at the cost of Land being launched back several dozen meters as his hair blackens further and deep cracks spread across his garb and form. He huffs and raises his skeletal arm and gestures at the being in a goading manner before shifting to a neutral stance. He stomps once, causing odd and unnatural plants to spring up from the chasm and draw in the ether. At first the plants wither and decay rapidly, but they regrow in moments and drink up the Ether as if it was water, swelling and growing before calcifying and turning to dust as the cycle repeats.

"Is that the best you can do? Surely, *I* shouldn't be giving you much difficulty... unless all you can do is throw around raw power without a thought."

The beast in reply slams its forearm upon the ground, shimmering energy flows through the cracks briefly before the ground beings to heat up rapidly, Land sensing immense energy beyond geothermal energy's capacity surging and reacting in time to avoid the ground collapsing in on itself as a several foot hyper compressed atomic fireball explodes into being where he was but a moment ago, yet a firestorm explodes into life miles across from the epiccenter from sheer radiation. Kado's aura once again comes to play as swirling flame like energy cloaks all including Land.

Quickly after this, many small disturbances pop into being, areas of immense density that cause their surroundings to distort, all the while a high pitched vibration is picked up audibly, a total of seven 'orbs' clustered around the beast, whose maw opens and a pulling force is felt, accompanied by immense heat and the area immediately in front of the beast being bathed in blinding white light. Before it can do anything however, it is forced to close its mouth and evade a swipe of a blade from Kado, who had narrowly missed the sigil over its forehead.

The blade, as well as odd white armor materializing about his form, is completely alien to Land as it seems as though it should be matter, yet his senses say nothing is there, even as it nearly covers Kado's face. The blade seems to emit a faint pressure.

"Next time, I suppose. I would like to relieve you of this burden, sooner than later. There are other people important to you that I must save." Kado's voice dips between a haunting etheral quality and his usual voice, as though synchronizing with the odd intensifying pressure he exudes.

"It's positive. This is 'his' doing. I don't know what he's playing at, but I'm annoyed at him try to play me. One more round, Inquisitor, try and keep yourself together. I'll end this." Kado readies the blade, and the area is filled with an incredibly dense air, unquantifiable authority causing all within several miles of the area to feel their power suppressed or limited.

"...Ace. I can sense those others. Don't let them intercept or the Inquisitor might not be able to get out of this without complications."

Ace nods and turns to a part of the battlefield where four presences are rapidly closing.

"Armament X: Merodach (Landwaster)." Land hisses as more of his form cracks, iridescent light flaring from the cracks as a pale sphere of flickering blue light forms in his skeletal hand. His eyes glow a myriad of colors as his shadow expands and deepens. He clenches a fist around the sphere and pale flame chars the bone as his hair blackens entirely and tendrils of the same pale blue light begin to whip around him. His hair lightens and loses seems to unravel into pale flames as multiple skeletal serpentine creatures with necks as thick as the being's own tail erupt from the still expanding shadow. More and more of these creatures rise and fall as what appears to be a gauntlet clad hand rises from the shadow, a multiple of the serpents twined around it as if trying to keep it from rising while Land's eyes lose their color and fade to black, his skeletal arm regrowing its flesh as he opens his mouth. His cheeks seem to split and take on a jagged look as he reveals a mouth filled with pearly white fangs, black light gathering near his face as he draws an impossibly deep breath. His austere white coat fades to black and grows rigid, soft fabric replaced by dark scales and plates that spread to his arms and legs as two sets of jet black wings unfold from his back and a whip-like tail trails behind him.

Soon a massive aureole forms behind him as the black clad arm pulls itself from the shadow, revealing an entity clad in black armor easily as tall as the tallest mountain wrapped in serpentine creatures that it seems to shrug of as it lifts a hand skyward, seemingly drawing down the sky itself to form a blade of equal, possibly greater height than it itself. The entity silently enters an offensive stance, its legs spread and knees slightly bent as it raises the blade until the pommel is parallel to its visored head and the blade is pointed at the being.

The beast lets out a tremendous roar and stomps on the ground, but as it appears ready to attack, an awful shudder runs through it accompanied by a loud scream of pain sounding more of a human female than of a mad beast, and it crumples, shaking tremendously as it tries to right itself, even as Kado disappears in a flicker of shadow and appears above its head, prepared to slash at it. However, the distortions gathered around the beast rocket forward and towards the giant, transforming in size and density until the majority of the space surrounding them looks akin to the bending of light from a black hole.

As the first one gets close to the giant, it suddenly expands one last time before violently contracting into a fine point, letting out a colossal blast of pure white light that rivals the giant in size, swallowing it up instantly in the instantaneous vaporization of a black hole, and the others split off into two groups, one aimed at the giant, one at Land. As they are about to impact, a blazing dome forms over him.

"Hang in there little red!" Kanashimi yells as they unleash fury all at once. When the light of the explosions around Land subside, in spite of everything remotely near him being evaporated, and the barrier riddled with millions of small fractures and imploding, Land is unscathed. Kanashimi buckles, shaking, and Ace strokes the top of her head, while scrolls by the dozens fly about to create a ghostly wall that blocks four Lambdas from launching their four pronged assault from Land's rear guard.

Land's reply is a blood curdling shriek as the black light gathers into a near invisible point then rockets towards the first of the four while the giant entity turns towards them and flashes its blade. The sky trembles as the slash explodes outwards, prismatic leaves, petals and feathers scattering from the blade as clouds scatter and the uneven earth around them is made flat then crumbles and shatters like glass, but rather than magma or more earth exploding from beneath it there is a gaping void. Kanashimi gets the distinct feeling that something isn't quite correct with Land at that moment, something solidified when his irises vanish and his eyes are overtaken by an eerie black light. It doesn't help when he shrieks a second time and rings of elemental rings begin forming in the air, burning and tearing holes in the atmosphere as they appear.

As Kado's slash connects with the sigil burning over the beast's forehead, he turns his head toward Land. "She will subdue them. They are not voluntary in this fight." Kado says as Ace begins weaving streams of scrolls about the four Lambdas, creating cages of glowing blue light. He turns his attention to the beast as it strikes at him out of simple blind rage, his hand stops its paw immediately.

"I would not have been able to solve this on my own, not for lack of strength. Rest now, return to your natural state, this is not who you really are." He finishes his words far more soothingly than when he started, a calming aura flowing about him. The beast's eyes begin to droop closed even as steam begins to pour off it and it begins to shrink in size.

"Calm, <Nameless Beast>," rumbles the giant entity, a yellow eye appearing within its helm. It plucks the seemingly wild Land from the air and manifests a spherical barrier around him. The Entity breathes deeply. "It's been ages since I've taken this form and like before an inkling of memory flickers then fades." He looks over the beast. "You are certain she is contained?"

The armor surrounding Kado crumbles like dust in the wind, his eyes momentary dark pits before becoming a more natural tone of black typical of his kin. "Her actions were not her own, nor were they blind rage. As I said before, that was not her true nature." Steam continues to explode off of the beast until it clears away, revealing an unconscious brown skinned woman with flakes of green scales already starting to grow, with long black hair. As she teeters unsteadily, Kado grasps her and keeps her steady.

"The sigil marking her forehead was a rune of control, she was little more than a puppet master's weapon. And not for the first time, someone's pet monster while her sense of self is shredded." He gingerly places her on the ground and then observes as four infants are lowered from the cages created by Ace and placed around the woman.

"I see. She will need to be moved to a place outside of a certain sphere of influence," the entity states. "Before the Earth Mother chooses to intervene and before the ones attempting to control her can reestablish such control."

"Oh not to worry." A voice speaks up, and as Ace and Kanashimi turn in alarm, they and the others that Kado had assembled vanish in a wave of glitchy static, Kado turns toward the source, an armored figure black as the abyss and scowls.

"Explain your-" Kado disappears in a similar wave of static, and they turn toward Land and the giant.

"I still have ends to meet, but the performance and its purpose has been fulfilled. You can have the kids if that is your concern, but I require the Goddess. I can assure you though that the others are fine, most are on the other side of the planet, while the balance knight will be going on to other loose ends." Their presence is wispy at best, undefined at its weakest, but there is a faint suggestion of more power than apparent being at their disposal.

"Stripping someone of their will and using them as naught but a tool is detestable at best," the entity breathes, eye narrowing. "Regardless of your intentions, I must decline to give you the goddess and instead offer you a retreat."

"Retreat is for those who are beaten. Very well, if you are so inclined, play for keeps. But ah... where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself. I am..."

"He who observes fate, the architect who shall unmake this world, and the Earthen King. I am... Eien Tsuki." The interloper's presence suddenly flares and then explodes, a soul whose presence couldn't even be called a murmur now becomes a roar as mint green spiritual energy erupts forth into a cyclone of pressure. He brandishes a simple, long black spear.

"Let us measure your worth."

The entity enters a neutral stance, their great blade askew just slightly. The air around him whines and stirs, pale blue tendrils drifting off of his form. The singular yellow eye shifts to the same pale blue color as multicolored cracks form around his form before abruptly fading.

"Burn the works of the usurpers, let them flee before you, humbled in their fear, Typhon!" 'Eien' incants as a number of black spears manifest around him, before flickering in bursts of violet light, the area about them rumbles as surface water begins to evaporate rapidly into steam.

"Prism Break," recites the entity, twirling the great blade once, twice, thrice then a fourth before returning to a neutral stance. Heat, cold and tectonic activity swell then die in the area as four brands form upon the blade.

While this has happened, the entity quickly notices the heat is only magnifying in spite of this action, and now the ground cracks all around him, streams of mint green fire begin flickering from them. As they think to move, they feel pain in their limbs, as if something had just impaled them, as well as the effect of being immobilized by something they cannot see.

'Eien' extends his hand towards the entity, and countless black stakes solidify into view in bursts of violet light.

"If this is your best, you are woefully unprepared and it speaks volumes of your commitment." 'Eien' says in a more serious tone as he begins to slowly clamp his fingers into a fist, the stakes starting to twist and turn, contorting the entity's arms and legs, a tearing pain can be felt.

Meanwhile, the fires beneath the entity seem as though they're about to erupt with great force.

"If all you can do is talk big and attempt to be threatening, you're speaking to the wrong person." the entity returns as they force their limbs back to a neutral stance, tearing through the stakes and repairing their limbs. An ominous aura begins to flow from them as pale blue sparks form around it as they seem to float backwards, drifting like a feather. "If you wish to deal in absolutes, so be it. Don't regret it. Order: Silence."

'Eien' begins to feel an uncomfortable... uncertainty from the around the entity. A moment later he feels like he's been cut four times: once across his torso, once across his raised arm, once through his legs and once across his neck. He notes that the entity seems to have a faint prismatic aura that is beginning to swell and spiral.

"Oh I have no doubt you have good intentions, noble even." 'Eien' speaks casually even as the entity feels every blow parried and for each, they feel distinct vibrations as though powerful attacks narrowly missed them, or rather, were aimed just shy of them on purpose. Neither the parries or attacks the entity are able to see.

"But... you don't know the stakes of the battle you've committed to. Or what you're fighting to claim, and what I'm fighting for. Tell me, if I told you the fates of countless, myriad universes and realities hanged in the balance, if this fight were the decisive factor, would you even comprehend what I meant? And if I told you that as you are, with what you have shown me, you're not worthy, neither of the Goddess nor interfering in my buisness, would you truly chalk it up to 'talking big'?"

'Eien' then takes a neutral stance as a black spear, intracate and laden with groves and symbols of alien make appears before him. He doesn't grasp it.

"Because know this- -if you think such vanity can save a girl consigned to a hideous fate, deformed to such a state that she doesn't even know who 'she' is, then know that before me, no absolutes will suffice."

The moment 'Eien' grasps the spear and holds it high to the heavens, the skies shatter, revealing the phantasmal twin created by the spirits of man's imagination - Fantasy itself. His armor begins to glow, no, radiate that mysterious mint green flame, before all around them is bathed in immense mint green light, washing all else away, even the prismatic aura of the entity struggles to remain.

The entity's armor begins to bubble and crack, their form bathed in the flames, which they understand to be Life itself. Now akin to a star of mint flame, quickly turning all but white in the intensity of his radience, the entity understands the power of 'Eien' is rising to levels only matched by ones such as Aschen, the mere intensity of his presence is like being bathed in the wellspring that reoriginates even the hardiest of souls to zero.

"Since you insist that you bring your absolute to bear, my next blow will bring you clarity as to the magnitude of the war I must wage. Should you survive, I have a message for him. If he wishes to see his friend again, then at the war's end, send those most capable to face me - to decide the fate of worlds. I, Eien Tsuki, will not rest until the injustice of this world is made to atone."

'Eien' levels the point of their spear at the entity, and ahead of 'Eien' the very ground below him evaporates into white, as does the sky above.

"Infinite Singularity."

A flash of 'Eien' and a figure clad in black smoke exchanging one final blow sears through the enity's vision for a brief moment before the full might of 'Eien's will and being crashes upon them, its raw force alone testing their limits, the full brunt of their attack imminent.