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    Makoto Fujioka
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    Magatsu Aoyama


    “Ah…”

    An unexpected phrase spouted in recognition of an unexpected situation. Emotions like hungry fireworks exploded in its head, wills like grinding metals echoed in its ears yet one conflict was so very strangely absent… It had always been in conflict with
    itself
    another
    yet where was that grating pressure now? Where… or, maybe it was who? The world warped and wavered in intoxicating clarity that laughed and laughed despite the self-destructive conflict that had escalated to even greater heights within its form.

    Yes.

    Kill
    Laugh
    ,
    defy
    laugh
    ,
    love
    laugh
    ,
    morm
    laugh
    ,
    dream
    laugh
    laughlaughlaugh LAUGH until everything falls apart! This was immutable desire and singular reason, it dreamed of
    destruction
    red
    it was coloured
    all thoughts led to malice
    red
    it born
    as a weapon
    red
    and even if the entire world opposed nothing would change its desires, its hopes, it hunger because it was a
    weapon
    person
    that would
    always lose to itself
    overcome anything
    . Power was irrelevant, concepts were meaningless, all things would be overcome and all things be
    cut down
    embrace
    . If it lacked the ability it would simply create it, grow, devour, meld, mold, create, force, destroy, and recreate this was its
    cycle of destruction and creation
    insanity
    that would defy heaven and earth.

    Drinking in the sights that existed above it it spasmed as wills conflicted and swords burrowed into the curses and souls of others. It couldn’t fully understand why some things
    hungering love
    hot
    and some
    weeping hatred
    cold
    but it didn’t care for it could see
    The one who must be devoured
    HIM.



    Ä̧̠̮͇͈͖́̏ͭ̀̃ả̧͍̯̞̊ͪ̓̈ͫ̐a̰̗͕͈͛ͮͫͧ̍͛å̸͓͛ͥ̊ȁ́͑ͧ͂ͫ͊ ͡A̫͖̩̥͠A̓ͩͦͮ͛ͣ̚͏̙͔A̛͑̋a̟̻͕̻͡a̡̗͔̖̝͛̒̐ͅa̤̒̔͊͌̍̎͛a̎͛ ̪̦̹̦͍̰ͪ̽̍̓͜a͓̲̖͔̙͐̈͊ͫ͌̍ͅǎ̵̹̟͊ͪA̘̘̤̩͈̙̳̎͗̄̉ͫͣ̀a̶͍̯ ͖̱̻A͋́͂́ȧ̓̌̚A̿҉͚Â͕̘̮̦̦̭ͩ͊ͅĂ͉̝͎̝̠͉ͭ͛̓̇ͨͅA̩͇̤̓̃̿̐ ̪͚̗Ȁ̬̟̠̘̚A͡A̴͓̬͇ͤ̑̿ͬ̽͌͂A͕͇̟̗̘ͅA̱ͩ̏̍ąå̘͇͊͒̍̂̂̎ͅa ̨ͫͯͤ̒ͯ̄̿a̘̯̘͓̦̫a͇̣̥ͮ̎͒̌̍̄ȧ̱̼̲̃̄͂å̼̯̯̗͎ä͇͎̣́͗̈͊ͪ̊ a̬͓̙̦͊̏ͯ͟A̙̺̓͂͛͆ͫ-


    Letting lose a droning metallic laugh it rocked forward with a disturbing grace that defied the spasms that had just gripped it to smash its foot into the ground with full force. Producing shockwaves of physical force and spiritual energy it spread them through and reflected them off the ground to launch the sea of mud around it upward.


    -H̟ạ̸͓̣͔͔̖̑̿ͦͧ̓ͮ̚h͉̞͔̲̝̠͙̀̉ͯ̃̑ǎ͍͚̃̅͘h͎͓͍͈͇̗A̱͇̭̹͜ ͔̺h̩͐͒a̴͇̺̩̒Ḣ͇͙̘͊̊ͬ̽́ͅa̡̼͇͈̳̩̺ḫ̾ͩ̓͠A̡̮̻ͧ̋ͣͨḧ̏̐ͭ ͕̘a̷̯̝̬̤̫̣ͬ͆ͯ͋͊̓Ă͖̺̣͉̗ͦ̑̈͠H̦̫͉̹̰͈͠A̠̰̠̗͒́͋̚H̔́ͬ̚̕ ̖̰͎̜̩̝͇ạ̜͇̹ͬ̓̄̉ͭ̋͘A̷̜̞̹͈͓̭͚͑ͯH͗҉͚̹̜̼̣̰͙h͓̳̞̪a̸̻̝̾ ̮͔̦̗ḫ̟̖̳̊A̰͖͉̰͐͡ͅḢ̩͓̱̿̌͌ͦ̀͘A̟̝͛̃́̌ͣ̀H̛̖̬̮̰A̓̒̒͐̒ ̘̮̄̆H̬̰͍͙̬̯̤ͥ̏̓A̙̪̹̙̍͂ͬͬ̃̚H̼͉À͎͔̱̤̱͛͘H̬ͭͧͤ͂ͮͩ̅Aͫ̄ ̶̗̥̙̓̉ͫH͖̄͐̊A̮ͦ̓!̛̓̈́ͤ̒̏”


    Laughing maniacally its face distorted into a grin as it stood in that floating sea of mud. Killing intent bloomed like twisted flowers as it spun around to warp the sea of mud into a whirlpool until satisfied it threw the whole thing into the sky as it set it ablaze with its dark flames, a burning black waterspout of curses and resentment that served as a means of attack and mockery towards everything else.

    Let it rain, let everything, let everyone drown because I shall cut everything down!

    Charging upward with single minded power that threw away idea of grace or finesse it became a burning cutting meteor to challenge the
    Chronos
    accursed thing about it.



    “A̛̤͖̲̙̥̝a̮͚͈̥̘͛̎a̠͉̳̬̒ͮ͐A̟͖͓̗̺͇̗̿̒A̬̘̖̪̙̿͌̍̏ͩͣͥÄ ̙̈͆a͉̜͈ͣ̀͐̈̉͊A̦̣͚͕̅ͯͥ͒̿̄̆A̷͆Ȧ͓̔Ã͍̲̯̙ͫ̔̓̀̓̒͘a͈̰͚a ̙͇͕̼̞̠̆̅̀̌̽̽͟ͅa̫̭͇͈̘͈̬ͭ̉̔͆́ ̢̞͓͚͇̍̌̌̉ͅ~~̡͒̅́̽͒ͦ~̘̝̙̙̜̪̂͑͌”


    Basking in the intoxication of its feelings it’s
    swords
    teeth
    latched onto debris around it and swerved at the last moment.

    A petty trick, since when was it only capable of mindlessly charging forward? Since when did it lack any finesse? This was only natural, this movement and finesse wasn’t a simple skill it was just an expression of how it was supposed to be from the beginning.

    A whirling dance of countless swords that encompasses the entirety of the gods form as it fully affixed its
    Observation
    gaze
    upon the enemy before for a simple proclamation.

    FALL TO PIECES!

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    Mikagura Mika & Medrod Pendragon
    Crawling Chaos


    The moment the boy speaks, the Faceless God steps forward with an almost casual grace.

    In spite of it's name, it is not something that people cannot truly understand; there is something built within the hearts and psyches of all humans that goes cold at the thought of coming across this thing, in the "old worlds" even the "other selves" of people, selves that had taken on the mimicked powers of Gods and Demons alike, would quake in fear the moment they sensed it was nearby.

    It is Nyarlthotep, the Crawling Chaos, the Faceless God, the 'monster called oneself.'

    While people may wish to deny it, they cannot, there is no way not to understand that what one faces is an incarnation of "themselves." It was a manipulator and planner, a God that had hidden away in the world full of humans because it itself was ultimately 'human,' as well as a God. It is the one that quietly gathered grudges until the Kyuubi was eventually born, it is the one that implanted the idea of summoning the Kyuubi to combat the demons eight years ago, it is the 'nameless shadow' that tore apart all those it could get it's hands on that day, it is the one who coerced Amatsu into breaking a seal that it could not, it is the one that summoned avatars from the muck to wipe out humanity.

    Even now it rains nothing but curses and hate all around the world; even so, despite this-

    Humanity holds it's resolve together remarkably well before it; some of them -fools- accept him for what he is without fear, while others simply assume that he is an opponent that can be beaten if they simply work together.

    ...These past few weeks, or perhaps simply this night... Has given humans a sort of bravery.

    At least that is what they believe; in reality, all the God sees is an amazingly blind arrogance.

    They have forgotten fear.

    They have forgotten what it means to stand before a God and tremble in despair, to pray that they are overlooked because fighting back is not an option that is available to them.

    Yes.

    They have forgotten; it understands; after all it is them, in a sense it could even be called proud that they had made it this far, this indignation would not exist otherwise, but even so-

    -It steps forward, merely a single step.

    "...Pendragon."

    But that step carries it right to the youth's shoulder.

    While it holds no weapon, there is absolutely no flaw within it's stance. The movement is comparable to teleportation -one moment it was a good twenty meters away, and the next it is right before him- but the instincts of a trained swordsman create a possibility to counter even against that impossible speed; the singularity gives you strength, the hopes and wishes grant you the power to at least match this incarnation of humanity, but-

    The reflexive blow with a sword is met with only a single grasping hand on it's edge; no matter how much strength is pumped into you, or how much Lightning emerges to assault the God's featureless body, it does not budge the Crawling Chaos in the slightest.

    Ah...

    But perhaps that is only natural...

    The heart's reflection does not yield so easily.

    "You have poor taste in funeral music."

    (BGM On)

    "Perhaps sparing you that day was a mistake."

    ---Even in this, it is human.

    ...In that it mocks you in a very human way even as it moves to end your life. In the heartbeat after your own reflexive strike, before your thoughts can catch up, before fear or merely a continued resolve can blossom into some sort of miracle or a sudden crippling defeat, the God's hand curls into a solid fist that strikes you just above your solar plexus.

    Fueled by wishes from all around the world, it should not be enough to move you from where you stand; and yet, it's grip on your body invites a strange sense of weakness as the sheer "willpower" behind that strike lifts you into the air anyway, the protective silver flames surrounding your form flickering in his presence as if they were destabilizing, the faceless silhouette merely chuckling to itself as a second fist is drawn back.

    "You will not match me, nor will you exceed me. No matter how fast your light travels, it will always find that darkness has arrived first and is waiting for it."

    -This God does not lie.

    It is the World's Darkness made manifest in a singular being, a possibility of what you could see if you happened to look too deep into your own reflection, the true form of the darkness that exists in the stagnant unconsciousness; in a certain sense it could be called an Eclipse User all it's own, a walking mass of negativity and "willpower" that sought one thing and one thing only...


    The destruction of this world.

    It would not allow it's plan to be ruined right at the end; if the Kyuubi was incapable of doing the job, then it would step up and take it's place.

    However-!



    "Tch-!"

    Before the second strike can send you flying across the space a golden barrier erupts right in front of your airborne body and accepts the strike, shattering to pieces in your place:

    It's a form of irony.

    Yes.

    Liane Cross, the girl that had constantly seemed determined to blow off one of your legs whenever she saw you, had just automatically moved forward in an attempt to defend you. Her reaction is not slow; indeed, acting fast enough that she is able to block one of the soul-shattering blows, the strange sense of helplessness that had started to wash over you seems to fade the instant it is no longer allowed to simply pin you down by 'yourself.'

    Even so-

    Shattering her Eclipse Ability with it's bare featureless hands, you are able to recover control of yourself the moment you touch ground again, and your automatic attempt at retaliation falls in line with her own strike; but while it's domination doesn't feel quite so absolute when you attack it together, the God still manages to grasp your wrists with a remarkable ease, bringing momentum to a stop as it yanks the both of you towards itself, bashes you together with extreme force, before hurling the two of you as a singular bullet into a nearby house.

    "Liane!"

    "Med-!"

    It's an unbelievably fast retaliation, a casual walk through the two ESPers most suited to defending the others in this group, and indeed, the moment those two vanish from the front of the battle-

    "Now, understand humans, I wasn't asking you to die, you simply have no further choice in the matter."



    ==Trial of Darkness==

    "Now, bearers of 'hope', disappear-! Die holding my highest praise-!"

    It had been being a bit more fair at the start of things, but it seems the continued defiance has convinced it to simply murder everyone right at the start.

    Yes.

    This time there is no chance to evade or deflect the attack with starlight; from the start it was that sort of power, something that would continue to pursue you until it inevitably caught you and burned you to nothing. It is formed from a pure malice that will not simply disappear, up until now you had been able to stave off the power of the dark by turning those that had been cursed with it away from it, but this...

    It wants this, it exists purely to do this...

    It will not stop because it is reminded of the other side of humanity, from the start it is only the darkness, it spits on the concepts of other things and seeks only to crush them to prove a point.

    That this is humanity's essence.

    Destruction, pure destruction.

    Even so, the starlight remains defiant even in the face of a destructive force they cannot negate; while black flames light up everyone's body immediately, the starlight serves as a dampener of sorts that keeps those who bear 'hope' from simply disappearing immediately; it may only be able to delay the onset of death for minutes at best, but it is still a form of delay, a form of resistance, and in that-

    "...It seems strongest in one-on-one confrontations."

    Adjusting his glasses, completely calm even though his ethereal existence has been set aflame as well, the father remains strong and collected for the sake of his daughter, even as a Demon is forced to retreat inside or risk destroying both itself and it's Master.

    This was not the God that had haunted his dreams in life, but even so...

    ...Like hell he would let it just hurt his family like this; indeed, an alchemist by nature, he is already breaking down it's weaknesses for the purpose of finding a fatal point. While he is capable of creating weapons on the spot through a combination of alchemy and magic, the fires consume all but the strongest artifacts in but a few moments; of course, sensing Sora's possession of his old weapons, they become wings of steel that surround his family on all sides as both sword and shield-!

    "This is a bit of a messed up joke for a family reunion... But it looks like it can't be helped."

    Miwa doesn't laugh, but she doesn't seem worried either; pulling you up to your feet, and holding you close to her chest, rapier held out to oppose the enemy.

    In the end, that's a special power of parents that only ever seems to apply to their children.

    So long as they are there, the feeling of "everything will turn out fine," becomes a powerful barrier against despair, even so...

    It may simply be an illusion.

    "Coordinated strikes huh..."

    In the end, Mikagura Miwa was simply a swordswoman of borderline insane talent with a sword capable of freezing it's targets; even so...

    "It's in the way, so I suppose we'll just have to run him through together."

    She does not falter even as a spirit.

    Her smile is infectious, and grinning himself-

    "...I suppose we must."

    They await the agreement of the one they have decided to protect no matter what, as Beacon sputters back to life of it's own accord.

    Meanwhile...

    Medrod Pendragon and Liane Cross rise to their feet as fast as their bodies will allow, Liane stumbling back up with a shattered leg even as Medrod rises more or less intact; just like the others they have caught flame, unlike the others the amount of time they can endure this before expiring is much higher, but by that same token-

    ---The pressure of that knowledge could weigh heavily on those minds.

    She raises her gun.

    It's a familiar gun.

    The Faceless God appears in her sights.

    "I'll cover your approach. It shouldn't be able to just ignore this...!"

    She has no intention of staying in the back lines, but seeing as how she can't move effectively enough to throw a punch at the moment, she also refuses to just sit back and let her body heal without doing anything about the enemy.

    In the distance, through the flames...

    Approaching Nyarlthotep's figure, a different sort of flame catches fire as a certain youth you had left behind in your own dramatic charge, grips his blade with an absurdly casual grace.
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    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    Chronos & Nakahara Katsuro & Saki Ryuumonbuchi & Makoto Fujioka
    'Titanomachy'


    The moment he disregards their presence is the moment they choose to strike.

    "I see... Observation."

    The youth that he had thrown to the shadows had emerged as a monster of human willpower, an entity that existed merely to cut down the things that it could reach; while the God had initially wondered why the youth had not forcefully pulled himself from the mud upon plunging into it, the sight that lies before his eyes is either that of a willing vessel, or someone who had thought to control that curse only to find that humanity is not the sort to allow itself to be bound forever.

    Regardless of the true line of reasoning...

    "But allowing that purely for the sake of gaining more power? Pathetic... And pointless, I have cut you down when you were far stronger than this, turning yourself into a monster to oppose me will not lead you to victory."

    In the end it is dismissive of it's opponent's actions, but does take note of it's newfound power.

    Rather than Eclipse the boy was using the Curse, and fundamentally speaking they followed similar paths to power. While the God had upped the strength of it's barriers after it's last exchange with Nakahara, it is not arrogant enough to completely dismiss the whirling avatar of destruction that has started it's path towards him. The 'idea' that binds that entity is obvious, bearing the 'will' to 'cut' through whatever gets in it's way, the God chooses to respect humanity's willpower and immediately disregards the idea of traditional barriers.

    The youth will simply cut through them; so long as something exists for it to cut, it will likely be able to do so, at least to a certain degree...

    It's body is no different.

    Even so it is not worried, while Nakahara has paused to observe the status of his fallen student, the God begins to unleash more of it's divine power in response to all the spiritual signals erupting around it in the area. The weight that appears is staggering, like the planet itself has dropped on the shoulders of everyone nearby, and yet none of them cease in their sudden aggression towards the 'Lord of Heaven.'



    However, it does not doubt it's ability to deal with all newcomers in but a flurry of motion.

    It will defeat them all in but a few heartbeats.

    While he is known as a God of Time, in reality, Space also falls under his dominion as well; the moment the transformed Makoto Fujioka begins his furious charge towards him, accompanied by endless mud and fire, he traps them all in a separate 'space' all their own, a dimensional bubble from which there is no way to reach an exit or entrance, an infinitely expanding space that existed only to prove it's own 'superiority' as the 'Strongest God,' the God that had devoured and assimilated all others in an attempt to make it's own power equivalent to that of it's 'other self.'

    However, merely creating that sort of spacial trap is not enough.

    Humans are the sort to fundamentally do their best to break impossibility, with the sheer mass of 'Will' that is pushing at the youth's back, it is not just a possibility but a certainty that the chaotic murderous mass would eventually 'cut' it's way out of that infinite space and reach him, which is why a second spell is necessary to completely seal the boy's fate.



    ==Gears of Time==

    It's signature spell that ensured all who faced it must perish. It is a countdown to the end, the equivalent of someone being given prior warning about the fact that they will soon be erased from the story called 'life.' Just as a character in a novel can do nothing to stop their author from erasing them, so too are the souls helpless to keep themselves from falling prey to this absolute force in spite of their 'Observation.'

    It is not just that their aren't enough of them.

    Everyone and everything will die eventually.

    Humans cannot undo that truth no matter how determined they are, they are transient beings who were built with flaws to keep them from overpowering their Creator; because of that deep understanding that they must die one day, there is nothing they can do to defy it, at best, they can delay it, push it into the future to deal with it at a later date -and indeed, the strongest last the longest when struck with this curse- but-

    Because he finds the youth's 'current self' somewhat distasteful, the God purposefully puts enough power in it to ensure his existence will expire in the next five seconds. It does not matter if he manages to 'cut' his way out of the false world in that time, the curse of mortality will claim him long before he reaches the God, thus the monster's existence immediately fades from it's mind.



    "Gotcha-!"

    To be replaced by the feeling of arms gripping him from behind, arms from an individual of surprising strength moving to put him in a muscle lock, whose presence it had not been able to read up until this point.

    The immediate crippling 'fear' is that the one who had caught him is Zeus, but it is a fear that is quickly assuaged; destined to be cut down by own children due to humanity's legends, his 'direct descendants' held certain advantages when facing him. He had trouble sensing them, his magic lost much of it's effectiveness and strength, and being struck by their attacks was the same as being struck by a poison that targeted the nerves; however...

    He had killed all of them already specifically to avoid this scenario, and yet-

    "...Ah."

    He understands when he sees that face.

    Her hair, his own eyes.

    He had always wondered where Nakahara's 'daughter' had emerged from in the cycles, but it seemed she had simply been a child that his summoner had entrusted to her old high-school teacher, wary perhaps, of the role the father always held in legends, or perhaps simply wishing for her daughter to be able to live in a world outside of this endless cycle of little but violence.

    Yes.

    The woman pinning his arms is certainly a demigoddess of his own making, his daughter, even so-



    He forcibly removes her from his form with a blistering series of strikes.

    Unwilling to hold back even if it is his own kin -and yet failing to recognize that he only strikes her physically rather than magically and is thus holding back- the God turns his gaze to the last of his approaching opponents; not the three clones that have bound his speed with overlapping seals, but rather the true from of Saki Ryuumonbuchi that comes at him from far above the others.


    Yes.

    It held some pride in it's ability to see through others.

    Ultimately, as a God, even when it's abilities are this heavily dampened the difference between itself and humans is too much for the gap to be crossed so simply; while the seals are certainly binding him to a degree, the fist that rises -charged with enough force to scatter even the toughest ESPer to the winds- is more than enough to reduce all of the clones to dust along with the original, but-



    What he sees is not Saki Ryuumonbuchi.

    The fist stops.

    It is only for an instant, but it stops; recognizing his Summoner, or rather the woman he had done all of this for, to protect her happiness and make her dreams come true, it is only natural for it's instincts to force it to stop.

    It was proud of being able to see through humanity's tricks, but ironically enough...

    Nyarlthotep's one and only contribution to this fight is a trick, a mere illusion placed over Saki Ryuumonbuchi's body, that it can't help but fall for-


    The scythe descends.

    Even so, even so...!

    Surpassing impossibility itself, the God manages to recover even though it's guard had been completely down for a moment; since Saki Ryuumonbuchi is not used to fighting in this manner, her strike was a bit too slow to follow up on an opportunity many others would have pounced on, and thus, check-





    -Mate?

    Something cleaves this his arm.

    Makoto Fujioka -someone who should have expired eight seconds ago- cleaves through the arm as a mere prelude to it's destructive whirlwind; it should be impossible, but-

    The ESP of Nakahara Katsuro is 'Redirection,' and his Eclipse Ability... Well...

    He claimed that it extended the range of his ESP and nothing more, but stepping back to let his students charge forward as they would like, it seems that the teacher had simply redirected the 'burden' of 'Gears of Fate;' to himself.

    And the amount of power needed to kill him within five seconds was far more than what had been used for Fujioka, enough that, now that it has come to this, it seems it won't matter.

    "Don't touch my students, Chronos. You know how I get."

    From the start, he had not known if his students would appear here; in fact, it was important that he did not know, if he had, Chronos would have seen through him right from the start. Right until the end he had to appear as someone who would shelter the kids beneath his watch from anything, that was always how he had been, risking himself rather than them, and as long as that appeared to be an absolute truth, Chronos would never expect him to allow them to come to his aid, let alone give them weapons designed specially to defeat him.

    And in a sense he was right.

    He would protect these students no matter what, but more important than that, he had decided to allow them to pursue their future with their own hands.

    If they wanted to chase him into battle, then so be it.

    It was dangerous in a number of ways, but as a gamble-!

    "...!"

    Sensing two incoming attacks, the God relies on instinct to avoid the one that is more obviously dangerous, brimming with the most spiritual power; avoiding Makoto Fujioka's follow-up strikes, a spinning kick generates enough air-pressure to launch the avatar of the Curse into the distance but-



    "...What...?"

    -He picked the wrong one to avoid.

    The moment he left it up to fate after crushing Saki's attempt at time magic, the outcome had become a more unfavorable one, if anything...

    He should have accepted Makoto's strike dozens of times over before accepting this one.

    If his Summoner had been here this never would have happened; he had forgotten the strength that comes with the unity of fighting alongside one's summoner, and in that regard, it should not be surprising that this small series of team-work fueled miracles had managed to pierce it's defenses, he had fallen because he had wanted to protect his Summoner above all else, but even more than that-!

    "...I see. So this is your 'future' Nakahara?"

    "...Of course."

    "Haha... Well then, I hope you understand what it is you've done here. You've got one shot."

    "...Yeah, I get it."

    A light burns up from within it's body.

    "Forgive me, Chiyoko... It seems I got careless."

    It's body erupts with many colors from the wound as countless bound spirits are incited to rebel from within it's body; all those that do not belong find an exit to the outside, all the demons and Gods that had been removed for Humanity's sake find themselves traveling back to the Shadow Vortex, their passing cracking the sky even further, but-

    Even that void was preferable to being kept prisoner.

    Amidst the light of millions of freed demons and gods, the Lord of Heaven falls to the ground without his body disappearing, and along with his fall...

    "..."

    A teacher silently stands, watching the body, but when Saki moves...

    A hand slowly pushes her behind his back.
    Last edited by Airen; April 21st, 2018 at 04:24 PM.
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    She listens with a smile, just as she had done the last time.

    While you know she knows what has happened, the eagerness that comes with telling her about it face to face is enough to elicit an almost child-like excitement in you that she feels no need to stop.

    Yes, while the night is far from over, while the struggle is far from over.

    It is fine for you to feel good about what you achieved, she is proud of you, proud of many of the people that stood up to do the right thing tonight, and while she cannot say for certain whether or not it will be enough to change fate...

    She is someone who will believe until the very end; even if she cannot truly reach any of you from where she is, on a beach, on an island, a long long way from here, in a different sort of world entirely.

    "I cannot reach you where you are," closing her eyes, the girl states a truth that she has never managed to change in spite of the constant repetition; she is someone that can only observe the story, she cannot directly interfere, even if she could it may not be right to do so, but even so... "But I will continue to watch until the end. This time, even if I find the page blank, even if the screen goes dark, I will continue to watch everyone until the very end."

    ...She has taken up that sort of task for herself.

    It is difficult to tell what sort of meaning it has as a task... Is watching over others enough to change things?

    It's not that she cannot say, rather, she chooses not to say.

    However, it is for the best of humans that she does things in this way.

    The change in fate will only have meaning if they choose it for themselves.
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    A large, weathered hand, older than she could possibly think, slowly, gently pushed her back, shielding her from the fallen God. Or perhaps, to keep her from interfering.

    The momentum of the strike had carried her past the God of Time, the Masterless passing through Chronos’ body in a crimson arc lined with umbral flame.

    How many miracles were at play to give this single advance?

    Chiyoko, the Curse-ridden, Nyarlathotep, Nakahara, and Belial. All had converged upon this single moment, seized a single opening, grasping together the lone chance to open the door to the future.

    But the clock won’t stop ticking.

    “Sensei?”

    She speaks to the back before her, the teacher between herself and the Lord of Heaven. The man who had orchestrated everything to lead to this moment. More than a teacher, he could be called the ultimate gambler. How many coincidences had he relied upon to build this outcome, this chance? Or was it more than a gamble, simple trust in her, and the others, to arrive here?

    She couldn’t know. Those questions could come later.

    Because the clock is still ticking.

    Her attempt at using it had been denied, but the power of Eclipse still coursed inside of her. But only until her body reached its limit.

    She wouldn’t fall and be relegated to a bystander.

    This fight belonged to everyone. Including her.

    Peeking out from behind the man’s back, her eyes fell onto the fallen God, still clutching the weapon in her hands.

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    "Tch... That smarts...!"

    The sheer power of this enemy, this Faceless God, was something that could stand up to the concept of 'Equal in Power'. There were many things Medrod could have deduced from that, but for now, he had no time. Instead he climbed up from the rubble of the building that he and the Witch had been thrown into. He felt his own body already being repaired by his power, therefore he instead hastily looked at his current 'partner' in this fight -a form of irony if any- and if she was doing alright. Sure enough, she had taken plenty of damage, but was still capable of standing and natural healing. It did tell a strange story of how much things had changed considering she had taken an strike for him, and that he was no worried about her well-being. This night had turned the world inside out, in more ways than one.

    Still, something bothered Medrod momentarily.

    Something the Faceless God had said.


    "Perhaps sparing you that day was a mistake."

    It made something in his mind shiver, just a little bit.

    No. There was no need to think about it.

    The only thing he needed to focus on was this battle.

    Black flames licked their bodies, trying to eat away the starlight. But there was still time... for now. For them, there was more of it. In other words, if Medrod wanted to make sure that nobody paid a price too high, he'd have to redirect the Chaos' attention back to himself. He was durable, much more than most. He would be able to take a few more attacks, make sure that others would get their bearings again. That meant throwing himself back in the fray, to attack the enemy again and again and not leave it a chance to target multiple individuals.

    Quote Originally Posted by Liane
    "I'll cover your approach. It shouldn't be able to just ignore this...!"
    It seems that the Witch read his mind.

    "He won't. He hasn't got the luxury," Medrod grunted back.

    His heels dug into the rubble while blue and red screamed in his veins. A distance so long was reduced to nothing under his charge, taking Medrod from where had been thrown right into the face of the Faceless God. Chrysaor sang and lightning roared as he weaved a web of strikes around his opponent, trying to catch him from just about every side. When with an usual opponent, the power within him, that Singularity of Willpower that accelerated wishes, made him equal to them in power, capable of defeating any threat to those from whom he got his power. But in this Chaos' case, it seemed that there was no upper limit. Was there even a power to match? Whatever the case, Medrod would use every ounce of it to defeat this opponent.

    Not with just his sword.

    But his words as well.

    "You keep yapping on about darkness," Medrod growled in-between his attacks of sky-rending lightning. "Light, darkness, good, evil, human, demon... There's nothing special about any of them. They exist just like anything else in this world."

    It was finished up with an attack meant to cleave his form in half.

    "--- They're just monikers used by the naive!"

    It might have been a brilliant attack, with nothing left to chance and executed with utmost technique and physical prowess. It might have been performed in junction with Liane's covering fire, making use of her attacks to deliver slashes, lunges and cleaves that left no method to evade or to parry. It might have been delivered with enough power to make each and every one of those attacks a killing blow. It might have utilized all of Medrod's resources from the blue and red in his body to the silver starlight, to even the levin-licked Chrysaor he was carrying. Indeed, it might have been a combination of factors that made it look like an absolute attempt to end the Faceless God then and there, no matter how great his power.

    But still... it was merely a distraction.

    Medrod had noticed something.

    For all his bluster and all his bravado, this 'God' had decided to parry his attacks instead of taking them head-on. Were it all-powerful, it would have no need for something like that. Were it invincible, it would not need to defend itself, even if in such an arrogant manner. Were it omnipotent, nothing they could do would bother it in any way. Yet it needed to move to him. Yet it needed to block his attack. Yet it needed to get him and Liane away as if their presence could hamper it.

    Therefore, it would not be able to ignore these attacks.

    Leaving perfect chance for Kazuya to attack him from the other side.

    Even a 'God' drunk with its own self-righteous hubris and power would not be able to ignore sword with weight of the world put behind it.

    ... No.

    This was no God.

    Medrod realized it the moment he was face-to-face with Nyarlathotep: The Reverse of Oneself.

    The fact that it was so 'human' made it more dangerous and more fearsome than any deity. Yet at the same time, this simple realization evaporated all fear that Medrod felt in the back of his mind.

    A Deity's motivation could not be understood by mortals. While this... this was all too human in what it was.

    Therefore, Medrod could only say one thing to the Chaos he confronted.


    "Stop throwing a temper tantrum, you petulant child, and grow up."

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    Stand up.

    Gazing down at the fallen body a strange emptiness begins to blossom.

    Is this it…

    Is that all that was needed…

    Was that all
    I
    It
    could do…

    Twisting its head as if to see through some grand illusion it stared, stand up. Jumping up to a higher vantage point as if to see through some grand illusion it stared, stand up. In the disquieting silence as swords click like grating gears a single thought kept repeating itself.

    Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up I want to cut you, stand up I want to hack you up, stand up I want to devour your spirit. Frustration, bloodlust, hunger, each thought thundering like a heartbeat as a red stained seeped through the emptiness of its victory.

    Swords twitch and spasm as they sprout and rearrange themselves in an effort to better enable its bloodlust and raising its hand into the air it declared its hunger

    Stand up and die.

    Malicious and hungry swords twist and meld in its raised hand to produce a barbed lance dredged up from memories of apocalypse and fire. Cursing mud summoned from rampant unfulfilled hostility is compressed until it becomes a bomb within it as the lance is tempered in unyielding black flames.

    Mere moment of weren’t enough, these feelings, this impulse, this purpose longed for more. The air, the buildings, the land, the people there was still so much more, anything and everything still surrounded it and occupied its mind and most of all…

    He. Was. Still. There.

    A scream of grinding metal as it braced and threw its weapon with devastating strength. Cut, sever, shear, rend, drink, drown and die endlessly.

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    Why does the teacher not attack the body?

    While the mannerisms he had held against the God had held a hint of friendliness to them, a sort of undertone that revealed the two had some sort of relationship outside of being simple collaborators, such an existing friendship should not keep him from finishing a battle that has been clearly won... From the start it was a fight that Nakahara Katsuro had picked for himself, one that he had wished could have gone another way, but one that he had ultimately accepted as the only way to protect the "future" his students had begun walking to of their own accord.

    Therefore, if his resolve was great enough to carry him this far, was it a final mercy towards a friend that stayed the hand?

    The body was not dissipating, of those that were heavily influenced by the supernatural, falling apart into spirit particles was one of the most reliable sources to tell that one's opponent is deceased instead of simply unconscious; this is no different for Demons or Gods, those that bear as much spirit power as they do have no choice but to evaporate in their final moments, the soul taking the body along with them.

    Therefore, the opponent is not dead.

    Therefore, he should do something, move to strike in some way to finish the job, and yet...

    He does not.

    It takes awhile to understand why, but the first signs are of the change in the teacher's demeanor; up until now he had bore an aura of absolute confidence even when facing a God that he knew from personal experience to be much more powerful than himself... And the appearance of his students had led to a less bitter way of bringing things to a sort of conclusion, but...

    Now the aura is that of uncertainty.

    The teacher's expressions had always been either serious or joyful, but now it is neither, now it would not be out of place to see the body break out in a sweat as unease washes over everything but the pure resolve that keeps him standing, because...

    From here on out...

    Everything is a real gamble.

    A silent spell is cast on Saki; a simple spell of 'Eternity' to keep her body as it is now; while the spirits are pushing things because the world is at stake, allowing them to do as they like to that body for much longer would result in someone so broken they are unable to defend themselves.

    Right here and now, that is the same thing as a death sentence.

    The body moves.

    It is a slow movement, a casual movement, one that allows plenty of time to intercept, to knock the God back down before it rises to it's feet, but only one moves to do so as his mind fails to recognize what to all the others is completely obvious.

    No matter how casual the movements are, there are absolutely no holes in that entity's stance.

    The sense of 'power' that had dropped to something close to zero with the release of the Gods and Demons steadily begins to rise again as it seemingly regains it's consciousness; horrifically, when it reaches the same sense of 'pressure' it had held before, it surpasses itself and reaches heights so absurd that they eventually cannot be comprehended by the sixth sense and merely become an otherworldly 'blur' a sickening blight on the world that you cannot understand but also cannot find it in yourself to ignore.

    "..."

    It's body does not change, still an unassuming dark-haired man in the guise of a police officer, the tatters that have become it's black jacket tear off from the storming winds and fly out into unknown space, and finally...

    Finally...

    "...So this world of errors... Is not yet dust...?"

    The entity that is no longer Chronos speaks to all who would listen, unlike Chronos whose words had bore a certain warmth even as he opposed others, the one that speaks now simply seems indifferent to everything that is going on around itself. It is neither joyful nor angry, neither sad or lustful for vengeance; if an emotion existed within it's words it would be simple curiosity, like observing a particularly interesting insect, or a rock that shines slightly brighter than all of it's brethren, but indeed...

    "But it is surprising... For my "Other Self" you humans crafted as a container to fall in such a way... But for it to foolishly think I would do nothing as it attempted to devour me? No. It's goal was always an impossible task. This is an inescapable result."

    While it seems to be talking to itself, in reality, it knows all that you know; while many in the world are unaware of the existence of the "Great Devourer," all it has to do is glance at you to pierce right into your heart and uncover all the knowledge that exists within, because of that it does not bother to identify itself, from the start it is a nameless entity that was only called something for the purposes of changing it's true nature, humans can call it whatever they'd like, and it simply will not care to correct them.

    "Even now it struggles, the part of me this record tainted, but that too is pointless. Even 10% will be more than enough for this world when the time comes."

    At this, it's gaze moves into the distance.

    To a boy charging an attack filled with humanity's malice. Where Chronos had moved to at least avoid the strike, fearing the collective 'willpower' or rather the "Observation" behind the strike that gave it a conceptual edge, the 'true self' of the God of Time merely observes the massive lance of mud on it's flight towards it. As a weapon utilizing the curse, one that bore a massive fragment of humanity's collective 'ill-will' it is certainly a mythic-class strike that cannot be ignored, something created for the sole purpose of erasing /that man/ from the world that Fujioka Makoto can see, and-



    Even so, the entity does nothing to stop it from striking it's form.

    Because of that, even though the sheet strength of the attack is such that a cloud of black smoke covers the impact site, everyone can tell that it was a direct hit.

    That is something no one can deny.

    Even so-

    "That will no longer work. If you wish to scratch me Fujioka Makoto, than at least bring the rest of humanity with you."

    The entity simply stands tall amongst a hell of black-fire and mud; as attacks they hold no meaning to it, the "Observation" they hold should certainly harm it, that was the one thing humans held that enabled them to be labeled as "God-slayers," demons were, after all, crystallizations of ideas that humanity held, and yet-

    That mass of "Will" is not enough to break through it's own singular "willpower" and hurt it.

    This should be impossible, humanity's "beliefs" should not be able to be tossed aside so easily, and yet, as if it also bore that same power of "Observation," the entity simply rebuffs it by standing there and doing absolutely nothing about it. It is not that it could not defend against such things, but merely that the strike was so far beneath it's notice that it doesn't even bother attempting to block or dodge it.

    Instead...

    It turns it's infinite gaze to the two before it.

    "...I have already shattered your future. This whole world has already been killed by me. Conception will not save you, in but five minutes time the ritual itself will destroy the planet."

    It does not smile.

    The friendliness it had used to possess with the teacher is gone.

    "Why call out someone you cannot hope to defeat? The 'new world' my other self would have created was your only possible salvation, any other path leads directly to me, and yet you rejected it at every turn."

    While it is a question that seems designed to pierce through Nakahara Sensei, somehow...

    You get the idea that it is speaking to you as well, and that this curiosity over these circumstances...

    Is all that is keeping it from attacking straight away.

    And Sensei...

    Still seems to be stalling, no, from the very start of this fight, even when he had challenged Chronos...

    The 'moment' he had been waiting for has still yet to arrive.
    Last edited by Airen; Yesterday at 09:48 PM.
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    I twitch. There's too much at stake. This... this struggle isn't over. This battle isn't over at all. Even as I can feel the pride in her quietness, the solemn happiness and delight in her lack of speech I... I already know.

    There's more to do.

    This battle won't end until the world is saved.

    "I cannot reach you where you are, but I will continue to watch until the end. This time, even if I find the page blank, even if the screen goes dark, I will continue to watch everyone until the very end."

    Unfair.

    It's definitely unfair! It's definitely not the right way for this to go! I don't agree, I don't agree at all with the person in front of me! Fate can only be changed by us!? Who cares! There's no way that I... that I...

    But my rejection dies on my lips because...

    I already did.

    I changed the course of reality, and dragged Yagami back from the precipice of despair. I've already changed the end of the world once, so... what's doing it one more time.

    "Then... Even if I disagree... I can't speak for all of humanity, right?"

    I smile at her, giving her a thumbs up. It's cheesy, unbearably so, but it feels right in the moment, and that's what matters most of all. In the end, we're all the same, and we're not all that different. And so if she wants to just watch, and is at peace with that...

    I already know its a lie.

    "But I can speak for me. For Hitoshira Nagi, the girl who wants to save everyone."

    I already know she's not at all okay with this sort of thing. But to allow it anyways, that's what free will is. That's what it means to be human, to be a demon, to be an Esper. But the overarching 'fate' of all of us... That's something I can't even comprehend. But I can comprehend my own, right?

    "I... I want you to help me. I know it's impossible, but still... it isn't just my victory, or Yagami's victory; it's our victory. This is our world, our reality, and that story... that's your story! I can't believe in an author who doesn't want to change even a little piece of it!"

    It's petty, childish, and whiny, and I run a hand through my hair in exasperation.

    "So I guess, that in the end all I can do is what I've done right?"

    I've only stopped one villain so far, right? And according to Yagami... there are two or three more left. So it isn't over, not even a little bit.

    "Then don't worry. I'll be sure to keep your heart pounding until the very end."
    in the end we will make thoughtcrime impossible, for there shall be no words to express it
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    Drowning in a pitch black ravine, a crag in the earth deep beneath the sea, where light could never reach. That was how it felt to be confronted by the thing that used to be called Chronos. There was no method or reason to perceiving its power, it simply was, pressing down from every direction but radiating, pulsing, blurring together in the central point that was its body.

    Saki only managed to continue breathing by forcefully reminding herself to do so after spending many seconds in an awed stillness. Not blinking, not breathing, not thinking. Merely observing without purpose.

    Its voice drew her back.

    "...So this world of errors... Is not yet dust...? But it is surprising... For my "Other Self" you humans crafted as a container to fall in such a way... But for it to foolishly think I would do nothing as it attempted to devour me? No. It's goal was always an impossible task. This is an inescapable result."

    In stunned disbelief, she looked toward her feet.

    When?

    When had she taken a step back, as if to run away? While her body and mind were numbed, smothered by the deluge of the Outsider’s spiritual strength? Was it even something like ‘spiritual strength,’ rather than raw, palpable power, untainted by any purpose other than destruction?

    "Even now it struggles, the part of me this record tainted, but that too is pointless. Even 10% will be more than enough for this world when the time comes."

    Ten.

    She nearly took another step back, but now that her ‘self’ was in the process of coming together, her resolve rising to fill the tank, the strength to persevere pulled through.

    For all that she was prepared, this was unprecedented. It would be impossible to ever understate the magnitude of it. If Chronos, the Chronos that humans had tainted by applying ‘ego’ to, was struggling inside and limiting it to a mere tenth, and if despite that it still had this much power…


    "That will no longer work. If you wish to scratch me Fujioka Makoto, then at least bring the rest of humanity with you."

    Eyes glued to its figure standing unscathed in the destruction, the thought crossed her mind.

    Can something like this even be beaten?

    It turned toward her and her teacher.

    "...I have already shattered your future. This whole world has already been killed by me. Conception will not save you, in but five minutes time the ritual itself will destroy the planet. Why call out someone you cannot hope to defeat? The 'new world' my other self would have created was your only possible salvation, any other path leads directly to me, and yet you rejected it at every turn."

    Why?

    She met its gaze, confronted the question meant for her.

    Why, indeed.

    Why cower now? Saki Ryuumonbuchi had already made up her mind. She decided herself to come here, to bring herself and those with her to this moment. She might die? She can’t win? The Great Devourer cannot be defeated? None of those were new to her.

    So why cower now? None of that has changed. Just because it’s standing in front of her, because she has to confront that macabre resolve? Stare it in the eyes and see that it’s far more powerful than she alone could ever hope to match.

    Her fingers tightened around the scythe.

    That line of thought is a waste. From the beginning she had come here with the intent not to fight alone. Embracing that logic now is suicide. Challenging this being is already suicidal, but to compare herself, the individual, to this force of deletion, is truly suicide.

    “Why bring you out?” Taking the most difficult step in her life, Saki returns to her place with her teacher. “Salvation? Chronos would bring no salvation to us.”

    Taking another step, to stand at the side of the older man rather than behind him, the girl thrust the scythe’s shaft into the earth.

    “The ‘new world’ he would create is one where we humans of this world are no more, a fate worse than death. There is more to be gained in fighting that future, even if it means having to face you, even if it means perishing, than there is to resign ourselves to an eternity of despair in Chronos’ hollow ataraxia.”

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    Disregarding the pressure, defying the futility and not taking one step backwards it gazes down as singular attention focuses on the thing in front of it.

    ̵͘“̵̴A̷͘͞͝҉a̶̴͢͢á̢̛a͠ą̡҉̸̢A̴̵̛͠á̸͏̴͠A̶͟A͘͢͠a̴͟͞ a̧͟͢͝A͢͝a͏̷̡́A̷҉́Á̧̛͜A̵̢̢̛Á̴̡́a̶̴̴͡͠a̸̢̛̛͜a̵͢͡͞a ͘͜͏̛a͞͏̀͞a̴͞a̸͝a̶̡̕͏́…͏͢͞”̢̧͘


    Form twisting and swords rearranging to the sounds of metallic distortion and breath tinted with malicious hunger not a single step back is taken even under a weight to surpass the world. After all even if it had been by itself such an option was simply never there in the first place. Advance forward and cut everything apart, this cacophony of
    sword
    maniac desires
    refused everything else, thus preparing it refuses to offer anything to answer the question presented to it.
    How strange…

    Boom…

    Crash…

    Split…

    Crunch…

    A dream like concert of illegible emotions and noises flows through my head. It is both consumingly loud and yet at the same time muffled and distant. I have no way to tell but I feel as though I am floating but perhaps I am simply falling into this red and blue blackness. My mind breaks apart and drifts around as each ripple of sound travels through me. It’s funny, or maybe it isn’t but in this illegible haze I have embraced I feel no fear or anxiety truly a strange faith. Do I believe in myself, do I believe I’ll succeed, do I even believe I’ll survive?

    "Why call out someone you cannot hope to defeat? The 'new world' my other self would have created was your only possible salvation, any other path leads directly to me, and yet you rejected it at every turn."

    At first I saw nothing but now a piercing wave that sounded strangely like a question has given this haze a strange sense of clarity? Aha funny, funny, super-duper funny. Even in this formless myriad of colours I can see a star shining beyond the borders of the sea.

    But…

    Why am I doing anything?
    What was I hoping to achieve?
    Did I ever truly care about the world?
    Was anything worth saving?

    Drowning in this sea I watch the little shadows bubble to and fro beyond my grasp. So many question where I don’t even know if the answer exists anymore and yet…

    An absolute sense of confidence.

    Its explicable but despite everything such as that burning star the assurance that as long as I have myself nothing will stand in my way remains…

    “Heh…

    Ha ha ha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!-”

    Why don’t you tell me?

    A worthless faith maybe but it is one that I will not surrender. Trust in myself and trust in this sword, even if this haze tries to consume me once again I shall not let this clarity go. Preparing myself I focus on what I’ve realized I need to do while leaving this strange other self to run wild.

    I’ll exploit and plunder this whole situation so just watch Sensei I’ll show you what I’ve learned and thwart your secret homework.

    “̵̨͝-̵͏̶͞H̢́͟e̵͜͟͢͠ḩ̸̵̛͟…̢̡
    ͏̷̡̢
    ̴̢̡Ḩ̢͘͟͟a͡ ̨͟͜h҉̛a͘͝ ̴̡̛̀͜h̷̸̢ą͝͝ ͏Ḩ̸̸́Ą̨̧̢͜Ḩ̸͞Ą͡͞H̸̶́À̶̛͞H҉̷̸̸͟A̵̷͝H҉҉̶Ą̴̵̨͡H ̢̛͏Ą̸͜H̴͜͡Á̵H̢͢͡A̧͟͜͠H̶҉A͘̕͡͡͝H͏̷A̸͠H̢͘͜͟A̶̶H͏̨A ͢͏̡͟͡H̡͘͢A̸H́͢͞͠Ą͏̛̕H̀͝Ą̛҉H̷̡À͞!̸̨̡̕”̸̀͡

    In spite of an absolute and in defiance of superiority
    I
    It
    laughs undaunted.

    Reset, restart, recreation, I will start this process as many times as it takes. forge and temper this soul (blade) and sever everything!

    The Ache of hunger and the passion of malice mix with the cacophony of emotions that whirls like a storm as swords are created and destroyed within its grasp. Its
    Observation
    gaze
    never wavers from the thing in front of it as it slides into a stance before pulling back its arm to hurl the sword within its grasp with its fully strength. Even if futility tries to claim it it will defy, if that strike doesn’t work it shall dash around and begin with another.

    A dance of raining swords that will not succumb and neither shall I.

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