((Reply in weirdo-land will occur when Wraith posts)) With a loud snap, the beast gorges itself on Genocide's head. And even as he does so, he suddenly staggers back, birhgt white light bursting from his mouth and eyes. The head, he finds unexpectedly, had been absolutely bursting with magic. Already, he could feel new power filling him just from the head, as his body digested this foreign magic. He had been lucky the unexpected burst of arcane power hadn't been life magic, or that would have hurt like crazy. In any case, what had that been anyway? He hadn't sensed jack shit from the old man, and yet this would indicate he had been a rather powerful mage. And this particular flavor of magic was highly familiar, he'd eaten it before. It was... it was sealing magic. ..... oh shit. As he looks back at Genocide, he sees a massive pillar of grey light, beaming from the stump of his neck, an unearthly screeching filling the air. Even as he rushes forward to devour the rest, a blast of energy strikes him in the chest, as he goes flying backwards. The bang could be heard before he ever struck the wall, as the intruder smashed through layer after layer of reinforced steel at sonic speeds. At the end, his entire body was broken, nearly every bone smashed and every organ crushed. Even to Rudan, this was rather serious damage, and would take some time to repair. Even as he lay there, the knowledge of the devoured man flooded his mind. An immense being, crushing planet after planet. It was like a shadow, as it gradually moved across the sun, devouring it. An arcane parasite, that drew the life from entire solar systems at a time. A god, of sorts, without a pantheon, for the pantheon had been devoured. In many ways, Rudan found a kindred spirit, one who intended to absorb the entire universe into itself. And yet, Rudan also realized that this being had been trapped within mortal form, and the actions he had taken would have been one of the first steps to releasing it. --------------------------------------- Asura found his blast sucked away, the red energy striking a wall of shifting grey power. Quite rapidly, Genocide's head reformed, eyes once more glittering, no longer emitting such great bursts of light. "Ah, that felt good. It has been far too long, since I was able to stretch my vectors. To see and feel through my own body, instead of this accursed host. But I can't stick around. In this chaos, I might be devoured as well." Smiling, Genocide walks through the mysterious orb, the images that flicker over it's surface momentarily shaping into a single solid location. A shattered landscape, a broken moon. Corpses and debris float in orbit around a great space station, ripped apart by powers unknown. A visage of the fate that would await this world. Several more arms reached through the portal, long and spindly, and yet inherently graceful. The aura still grey, as this feeling of strange calm grew in the room. Were this hole not to be closed soon, the Daemon would march through. Even without knowing the meaning of the word, it was clear that this being possessed immense power. And from the tremors going through the planet even now, it was clear that it wouldn't stand much more punishment.

An eyebrow raised, 5 looks around at his surroundings, instantly mimicking Ozzy's form. Fire and brimstone, a typical Hell as devised by the mind of a simpleton, of one who could not truly comprehend suffering. It was a fool's idea of Hell, devised through the meaningless method of physical torture. "Did you really think I would be fooled?" In an instant, 5's arms seemed to disintegrate. His entire body was reduced to a skeleton as the nanites moved around at incredible speeds. For a moment, the air was filled with whirling blades, a surge of Soular energy propelling them at immense speeds. It was a barely visible series of explosive bursts of activity. And even as 5's body reformed, the two figures next to it dropped down, reduced to bite-sized bits. "I destroyed these beings' souls, and taken their story into myself. Did you think a foolish imitation by a demon would fool me? Are you truly so ignorant?" 5 stands, as he marches towards Ozzy, both arms transforming into what appear to be gattling guns, already whirring to attention. Soular energy crackles over the surface, as the two demons are simply drawn into the guns, their souls instantly reduced to a power source, temporary fuel. "Perhaps I will need to educate you as to who I am, you ignorant God. I am on a timetable, I will need to kill you quickly. So my apologies for skipping most of the monologue."

((Reply in weirdo-land will occur when Wraith posts)) With a loud snap, the beast gorges itself on Genocide's head. And even as he does so, he suddenly staggers back, birhgt white light bursting from his mouth and eyes. The head, he finds unexpectedly, had been absolutely bursting with magic. Already, he could feel new power filling him just from the head, as his body digested this foreign magic. He had been lucky the unexpected burst of arcane power hadn't been life magic, or that would have hurt like crazy. In any case, what had that been anyway? He hadn't sensed jack shit from the old man, and yet this would indicate he had been a rather powerful mage. And this particular flavor of magic was highly familiar, he'd eaten it before. It was... it was sealing magic. ..... oh shit. As he looks back at Genocide, he sees a massive pillar of grey light, beaming from the stump of his neck, an unearthly screeching filling the air. Even as he rushes forward to devour the rest, a blast of energy strikes him in the chest, as he goes flying backwards. The bang could be heard before he ever struck the wall, as the intruder smashed through layer after layer of reinforced steel at sonic speeds. At the end, his entire body was broken, nearly every bone smashed and every organ crushed. Even to Rudan, this was rather serious damage, and would take some time to repair. Even as he lay there, the knowledge of the devoured man flooded his mind. An immense being, crushing planet after planet. It was like a shadow, as it gradually moved across the sun, devouring it. An arcane parasite, that drew the life from entire solar systems at a time. A god, of sorts, without a pantheon, for the pantheon had been devoured. In many ways, Rudan found a kindred spirit, one who intended to absorb the entire universe into itself. And yet, Rudan also realized that this being had been trapped within mortal form, and the actions he had taken would have been one of the first steps to releasing it. --------------------------------------- Asura found his blast sucked away, the red energy striking a wall of shifting grey power. Quite rapidly, Genocide's head reformed, eyes once more glittering, no longer emitting such great bursts of light. "Ah, that felt good. It has been far too long, since I was able to stretch my vectors. To see and feel through my own body, instead of this accursed host. But I can't stick around. In this chaos, I might be devoured as well." Smiling, Genocide walks through the mysterious orb, the images that flicker over it's surface momentarily shaping into a single solid location. A shattered landscape, a broken moon. Corpses and debris float in orbit around a great space station, ripped apart by powers unknown. A visage of the fate that would await this world. Several more arms reached through the portal, long and spindly, and yet inherently graceful. The aura still grey, as this feeling of strange calm grew in the room. Were this hole not to be closed soon, the Daemon would march through. Even without knowing the meaning of the word, it was clear that this being possessed immense power. And from the tremors going through the planet even now, it was clear that it wouldn't stand much more punishment.

"Well, see you next time." Asura says as he attempts to portal away

An eyebrow raised, 5 looks around at his surroundings, instantly mimicking Ozzy's form. Fire and brimstone, a typical Hell as devised by the mind of a simpleton, of one who could not truly comprehend suffering. It was a fool's idea of Hell, devised through the meaningless method of physical torture. "Did you really think I would be fooled?" In an instant, 5's arms seemed to disintegrate. His entire body was reduced to a skeleton as the nanites moved around at incredible speeds. For a moment, the air was filled with whirling blades, a surge of Soular energy propelling them at immense speeds. It was a barely visible series of explosive bursts of activity. And even as 5's body reformed, the two figures next to it dropped down, reduced to bite-sized bits. "I destroyed these beings' souls, and taken their story into myself. Did you think a foolish imitation by a demon would fool me? Are you truly so ignorant?" 5 stands, as he marches towards Ozzy, both arms transforming into what appear to be gattling guns, already whirring to attention. Soular energy crackles over the surface, as the two demons are simply drawn into the guns, their souls instantly reduced to a power source, temporary fuel. "Perhaps I will need to educate you as to who I am, you ignorant God. I am on a timetable, I will need to kill you quickly. So my apologies for skipping most of the monologue."

Ozzy grins, before looking as if to fade.... And after image, of sorts. One cut, across the side, searing heat melting down nanobots, letting a drip of molten metal hit the ground besides him...... Two cuts, his arms, each one severed, and then cast into a magma pit, any soul shards within sending feed back to 5...agony. Three cuts....down 5's back, opening up the chest cavity with the majority of the soul shards within. 5 could feel the hell around him tugging, pulling at the souls in his body. Then Ozzy appears before him, two swords, pulsing with demon fire, and infused with demonic essence. "No, I'm going to have to kill you quickly...you made a customer of mine very, very upset....and I'm doing this, as a sorta freebie for them.." Ozzy says, seeming rather bored with this little conflict. His speed, was nearly unable to be detected, his strength able to slash though the metal of his nano bots like butter...the flames, bringing a sense of pain to the machine. Dispite all of 5's soular power, dispite all of 5's souls collected...In Ozzy's domain, or at least where they were, something fed him immense power.....and turned the tide tremendously to Ozzy's favor....Then, the arrogant Ozzy let something slip. "You ALMOST destroyed their souls....they survived, barely, and I was able to convince them to make a deal with me to allow them to kill you. Granted, I knew they'd fail...but now I've two more souls to my collection, and a massive boost to make sure I kill you. When you kill someone, do it right, or else shit like this happens." Ozzy says, before grabbing the robotic souls cruncher by the throat, and then tossing him towards a magma pit, devoid of other people or souls...a little spot in hell, made for him.

"Is that the path that you have chosen?" Gabriel sighs, as he watches the prodigal son turn and leave. Slowly, the world around him begins to dissolve into an infinite plain of whiteness, the ground fading away until only the path Mithias walked remained. Before him stood a door made from old black wood, covered in carvings of dragons and other mythical beings. It seemed familiar, as if it had been ripped from some grand mansion, and Mithias realized that this was the door that would lead to his destination. "It would be easier, you know. Stepping over the bodies of the innocent. Without the determination to face your opponent, no matter the cost.... well, the chances are you'll lose. You do know that, right?" No longer, was the voice that of Gabriel. rather, it was significantly deeper, if more benign. Rather, it sounded old, and tired. Mithias got the impression that if he were to look back, he would no longer see the red-clad figure of his father. In reality, of course, it had never been his father at all. That much was clear, as Mithias' repressed memories once more flooded into his mind. His identity, his experiences, his reason for being here..... Bug stood beside him, too, as if he had always been there. It was only now that he was realizing it. "Are you prepared to live according to those ideals, regardless of the price?"

"Yes." Mithais stood in front of the door, beside Bug. "Life without honor, is no life at all." The vampire glanced back at the raving lunatic. "So that's Drac." He then inclined his piercing yellow eyes toward Bug. Sighing, He looked over the door as they prepared to open it. "I never realized how much I missed my father. But let's get yours out of here. We've got existence to save."

<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> "Yes." Mithais stood in front of the door, beside Bug. "Life without honor, is no life at all." The vampire glanced back at the raving lunatic. "So that's Drac." He then inclined his piercing yellow eyes toward Bug. Sighing, He looked over the door as they prepared to open it. "I never realized how much I missed my father. But let's get yours out of here. We've got existence to save."

"Agreed." Bug says, and Drac sighs, as he follows as well, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his hat, but if Mithas's ears were able, he might of been able to hear a tiny tapping noise...like tears hitting the ground. "....You miss your father? Well...after this is all over, you should go speak to him. Even if he died...well, there are ways to arrange a talk." Drac says, his voice wavering slightly.

Mithias looked back at the door. He knew Drac was upset. It didn't take looking at him to tell. "I'd like that." He answered, allowing the subject to be diverted. Truth be told, Mithias was glad this all seemed to be a dream, that Drac had been found, and that the entity behind him hadn't actually been his father.. nor taken him up on the option of killing him while his back was turned. He placed his hand on the door handle. "I would also like a strong word with Tsubaki on the other side of this door." He narrowed his eyes and pushed it open.

((STORYLINE NECROMANCY IN PROGRESS! *Showers of lighting and hell fire abounds.*)) As if the two events were linked, the act of the portals opening for Genocide, far away, on the swamp world where Kishin, the Seeker of blood, the dark one, and a little girl found themselves, another portal had opened, as if by fate itself. Out of this portal, fell a large canister, a pod with many screens, and buttons. Across the front of this machine, a large detachable plate was located, with screens reading vital signs, and oxygen levels. Slowly, the lights began to flash red, but as soon as it opened, the portal shut itself, an outside force sealing it. Soon, steam began to spew from the detachable plate, as it started to slide away, and the Seeker...he smelled blood inside the canister. Something was either bleeding, or was covered, in blood inside the thing.

((since wiz aint gonna reply to my post,I need to do something else) Teo senses the disturbance ,and with his extreme anger powering him,he gets there in a few seconds by flight,and shoots at genocide with a ball of plasma

Strygwyr was the first to cautiously approach the container. "Hmmm..." He grumbled. "Something alive inside." He hopped to the side so as not to be directly in front the opening door and glared eyelessly.

Even as Ozzy zipped around, slashing at the nanobots, 5 simply stood still, waiting. Several cuts appeared in the host of nanobots, but then Ozzy made a mistake. For in his arrogance, he had believe himself to be indetectable, he had believed himself immortal. Fool as he was, he had even stopped, revealing himself, forgetting that 5 was a threat even here. For regardless of his physical form, 5 could sense Ozzy's soul, the very essence of his being, moving around at high speeds. His speeches, his foolishness, it was unimportant. "You believe this to be your master plan, your attack upon the followers of Omega?" In an instant, the entire Soular power of 5 was focused into a single instant, a burst of energy finely tuned, controlled with a precision unimaginable to lesser users. Everything was put into speed, all of his power. For a moment, 5's entire being WAS speed, he had redirected his very purpose into moving rapidly. A wave moved outwards, like thunder through the air, interrupting Ozzy's speech even as he had intended to move into the offensive. In that instant, in that blink of an eye, 5 had crossed the distance between them. Then and there, 5 had reached speeds far beyond even Ozzy's maximum, even here. 5 raised a hand, and simply tapped Ozzy on the forehead. Surprise. Surprise that 5 had reached such speeds, crushing his concept of invulnerability in this realm of his. But even more surprise that he had not been harmed. It was typical foolishness - by focusing his entire being into speed 5 had sacrificed all offensive power. At that point, after that movement, he could not have killed a fly, much less perform any meaningful damage to Ozzy. But the surprise was all that he needed. The overwhelming surprise that had flooded Ozzy's thoughts for a mere moment was tinged, of course, with caution, anger, reassurance found in arrogance.... there was no such thing as perfect surprise. It was no gateway into the perfect synchronisation that would lead to Ozzy's immediate demise. "This is not your grand plan. You would fail, but I would fail to kill you. You would seek help, gathering resources from your infernal brethren, and even resorting to dealing with Bob. You would make pacts with the Chosen, and you would support them into defeating us. You would mastermind it all, saving the universe and reaping a benefit at once." Souls connected, as every one of the souls Ozzy carried with him was drawn into a resonance with 5's host of interconnected souls. That one instant had provided a fracture in his mental armour, an opportunity. For just a moment, he had been vulnerable, and the resonance that followed rapidly restored 5's spent energy. "It would all come to pass. As such, we have altered our plans from before. This time, we will eliminate you prematurely." Lightning blasted over Ozzy's skin, as his inner organs were assaulted, blood spewing from every orfice. But he would survive. This was his realm, here he was nearly indestructible. Even with 5 recharging, and pouring power into Ozzy. Even with his suit covering itself in his blood, he wouldn't fall. And the chances of such an opportunity presenting itself was small. With an explosive roar, the wall of Hell shattered. And through it, stepped a small train of individuals. Cloaked in power, each of them an individual on-level with 5. In front stood Cosmos, already shifting through and countering the hundreds of enchantments that made up this reality. And behind him stood the remaining members of the Omegans, power already gathering. They would burn Hell to the ground, and rip apart the very fabric of this world.

With a slight creak, the doorway opens. Not a simple door, made of simple matter. It was the thought of a door, the passageway to a new location, to a new existence. And even as the three walked through, they knew where they would end up. They had found what they were looking for, and they had found more. Voices whispered to them, and they knew it was their own. Memories, hopes, dreams. This world had not been one they found, rather it was one they had created. There mere presence had shaped it, their thoughts and memories giving it form. But now, it was time to return to reality. From the doorway they stepped, into the cavernous area that formed the centre of Oreilon V. This was the world that served as the Daemon Prison for the being known as Shiva, Daemon of Change, Balance and Unity. Here, the first of them would march into this reality, and would attempt to reshape it to their every whim. here, the collapse of the Multiverse would begin. Or so the Omegans had thought. This would be where they faced impossible odds, where they looked the end in the eye and kicked it in the nuts. This would be where they made a stand, and took fate into their own hands. Many years ago, the Chosen had faced an impossible evil, and they had defeated it. Stein had gathered the power of the Primals themselves, and yet he had fallen. A price had been paid, and sacrifices had been performed. Good people had died bad deaths. But existence had been saved, and the Multiverse had continued to exist. Once more, the Multiverse was threatened. And it was high time for the heroes of the story to get their shit into gear. ---------------------------------------- There is nothing preventing Asura from porting out.

As Ven lands within the construct, the area he landed in immediately begins to shift. Like a giant rubics cube, the blocks of which Mia's lab was composed begin to rearrange themselves, as what was previously the entrance is guided through a series of holes, before once more becoming aligned with other passageways. Ven finds himself unexpectedly facing the entrance to Mia's main lab after this short and shocking journey, the door already open. A lilting voice echoes down the passageway. "Do come in, no need to wait."

(Sorry to keep you waiting!) Ven, steeling his nerves, walks through the door, making sure to be cautious of any possible traps of impending doom that could await him inside Mia's lab. As he entered, he could already feel the wavelengths being given off by Michael's Wayfinder, signifying that he really is here. That, or somehow, Mia was able to get a hold of the object in question and use it to her advantage and summon him here. "Hello there, Mia...thank you for allowing me to enter unharmed...is Michael here..?" He decided to get straight to the point on this one, somewhat reluctant to be here for longer than he had hoped.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuR0DqbQGN8 Welp, it's this time again guys......... Another evil.......... Another incoming menace........ SO LETS KICK SOME ASS! Drac looked about the cavernous location, and he could...feel....feel....something. It was strong...very strong...... "Guys, we need to get out of here. What ever is here....We don't want to fuck with it." Drac says, as Bug steps forth. "...I can sense it too. I can begin to try to seal it, meaning whatever it is would be slowed down...." Bug says, but he looks at Mithias. "It'd give you two enough time to go to the surface to go help the people above." Bug says. "...No, we can save them without a stupid self sacrifice." Drac says, as he looks around, aiming to find the way out of this cave system.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuR0DqbQGN8 Welp, it's this time again guys......... Another evil.......... Another incoming menace........ SO LETS KICK SOME ASS! Drac looked about the cavernous location, and he could...feel....feel....something. It was strong...very strong...... "Guys, we need to get out of here. What ever is here....We don't want to fuck with it." Drac says, as Bug steps forth. "...I can sense it too. I can begin to try to seal it, meaning whatever it is would be slowed down...." Bug says, but he looks at Mithias. "It'd give you two enough time to go to the surface to go help the people above." Bug says. "...No, we can save them without a stupid self sacrifice." Drac says, as he looks around, aiming to find the way out of this cave system.

The two-souled vampire stepped through the door and emerged into the icy caves of the world that had opened to them. "Hmm. this isn't where, or when, we left our own universe. There are beings above us? Is it Genocide?? Maybe it isn't a battle that we should partake in. We nee to get back to Tsubake and Mia." Mithias looked around, able to see in the dark. he ignored Bug and Drac's comments about a powerful undergownd being for now. "Here, there's a tunnel with flowing air. I'm sure this will lead upward. Follow me." He started in that direction.

<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> (Sorry to keep you waiting!) Ven, steeling his nerves, walks through the door, making sure to be cautious of any possible traps of impending doom that could await him inside Mia's lab. As he entered, he could already feel the wavelengths being given off by Michael's Wayfinder, signifying that he really is here. That, or somehow, Mia was able to get a hold of the object in question and use it to her advantage and summon him here. "Hello there, Mia...thank you for allowing me to enter unharmed...is Michael here..?" He decided to get straight to the point on this one, somewhat reluctant to be here for longer than he had hoped.

((Ditto)) "Oh, he's been here for quite some time now. Fully of his own volition, of course. I wouldn't dream of kidnapping someone so respected." Mia smiles, as Ven walks into the room. It was a large area, every surface clad in metal. Hooks and spikes seemed to be placed at random intervals, and long chains hung from the ceiling, occasionally supporting a dangling body. Some of said bodies were still moving. Large, high-tech devices lined the walls, some of them having an interface and some of them lacking one. As many people knew, Mia was capable of controlling these devices directly with her mind, utilizing her capability to control the Black Blood. It also meant her systems were nearly impossible to hack or break into without her permission. The entire area smelled of blood and fear, an acrid stench quite familiar to those who had visited Stein's labs. It was tinged with an edge of disinfectants, presumably caused by the chemicals that kept Mia's victims alive no matter how much torment she visited onto them. Standing up, Mia walked over, standing slightly shorter than the warrior and yet still managing to strike an imposing figure. It was as if her reputation had physically manifested around her, a shroud of fear and gruesome experience that made even the bravest of men paranoid. Of course, this was only enhanced by her expression of sadistic glee, never quite leaving her eyes but only waxing and waning in intensity. It gave the impression that she was always just about to cut into a fresh victim. "He came to me to ask me to... help him with some issues he's been experiencing. There's nobody in the universe more skilled when it comes to joint physical and Soular surgery, besides maybe my dad. And somehow, I rank higher on the trust scale than he does - don't ask me, I don't know how that works either." "So, all of this answers your questions, but it doesn't answer mine. First off, what are you doing in my humble abode. Secondly, are you expecting to leave any time soon?"

@thewizardguy "I came here to see if he was alright..I felt some sort of disturbance, as if something had gone terribly wrong.." He answers her first question, but when the second question is asked, he smirks underneath his helmet, having a feeling that this would be mentioned once he had entered her dungeon of a home. "I guess that means that this will be a place of no return for me..just what can I do to convince you otherwise and live another day?" He asks in return, expecting her to put him under some sort of torture or fight a random creation of hers. "Issues..? Just what kind of "issues" do you speak of?" He then asks, this statement only making him more paranoid of what's to come.

Teo saw the huge Daemon ,thankfully ,his anger had depleted and he was able to think clearly now ,and e only had two thoughts :"Aww shit " and "how the hell am I gonna kill this guy?" . Teo decides to scan the powerful Daemon with his goggles ,revealing to him it was made of energy,it would be hard to kill hand to hand .slowly ,a new thought pops in his head,Einstein's famous equation . "E=mc^2" Two said with a grin as a plan formed in his head,well actually two plans ,he could imprioson the daemon in a huge battery ,or as a back up plan,turn it into physical matter.

Even as Ozzy zipped around, slashing at the nanobots, 5 simply stood still, waiting. Several cuts appeared in the host of nanobots, but then Ozzy made a mistake. For in his arrogance, he had believe himself to be indetectable, he had believed himself immortal. Fool as he was, he had even stopped, revealing himself, forgetting that 5 was a threat even here. For regardless of his physical form, 5 could sense Ozzy's soul, the very essence of his being, moving around at high speeds. His speeches, his foolishness, it was unimportant. "You believe this to be your master plan, your attack upon the followers of Omega?" In an instant, the entire Soular power of 5 was focused into a single instant, a burst of energy finely tuned, controlled with a precision unimaginable to lesser users. Everything was put into speed, all of his power. For a moment, 5's entire being WAS speed, he had redirected his very purpose into moving rapidly. A wave moved outwards, like thunder through the air, interrupting Ozzy's speech even as he had intended to move into the offensive. In that instant, in that blink of an eye, 5 had crossed the distance between them. Then and there, 5 had reached speeds far beyond even Ozzy's maximum, even here. 5 raised a hand, and simply tapped Ozzy on the forehead. Surprise. Surprise that 5 had reached such speeds, crushing his concept of invulnerability in this realm of his. But even more surprise that he had not been harmed. It was typical foolishness - by focusing his entire being into speed 5 had sacrificed all offensive power. At that point, after that movement, he could not have killed a fly, much less perform any meaningful damage to Ozzy. But the surprise was all that he needed. The overwhelming surprise that had flooded Ozzy's thoughts for a mere moment was tinged, of course, with caution, anger, reassurance found in arrogance.... there was no such thing as perfect surprise. It was no gateway into the perfect synchronisation that would lead to Ozzy's immediate demise. "This is not your grand plan. You would fail, but I would fail to kill you. You would seek help, gathering resources from your infernal brethren, and even resorting to dealing with Bob. You would make pacts with the Chosen, and you would support them into defeating us. You would mastermind it all, saving the universe and reaping a benefit at once." Souls connected, as every one of the souls Ozzy carried with him was drawn into a resonance with 5's host of interconnected souls. That one instant had provided a fracture in his mental armour, an opportunity. For just a moment, he had been vulnerable, and the resonance that followed rapidly restored 5's spent energy. "It would all come to pass. As such, we have altered our plans from before. This time, we will eliminate you prematurely." Lightning blasted over Ozzy's skin, as his inner organs were assaulted, blood spewing from every orfice. But he would survive. This was his realm, here he was nearly indestructible. Even with 5 recharging, and pouring power into Ozzy. Even with his suit covering itself in his blood, he wouldn't fall. And the chances of such an opportunity presenting itself was small. With an explosive roar, the wall of Hell shattered. And through it, stepped a small train of individuals. Cloaked in power, each of them an individual on-level with 5. In front stood Cosmos, already shifting through and countering the hundreds of enchantments that made up this reality. And behind him stood the remaining members of the Omegans, power already gathering. They would burn Hell to the ground, and rip apart the very fabric of this world.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That, my friends, was one of the worst ideas ever conceived in the omegan's history...... Ozzy pulled out a cell phone, and flipped it open, as he headed to his throne, sitting, and pressing a button on the side. Lava pits drains to reveal large turrets, made from hellish foundries, imbued with evil essence. Demons armed with blades, staves, rifles, rpgs, and a vast array of other instruments of destruction pour out from the underground, and all of them begin their defence....but soon, things get worse..as a huge ass blue portal opens....and out pours an army of a thousand spirits, given undead form. Ranging from re-animated Nazis, to pagan worshiping warriors of old, this army opened fire on the omegan's from the sky. Hell fire from below, an army of the undead from the side, and that wasn't even the worst of it yet! Not EVEN! Soon, a portal, a bland, light yellow, a typical portal opens....and from above the omegan's dropped...a tank. A tank. A very, big, tank. "IIIII'MMMMMMMM BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" A voice calls out, and everyone lets out a single word. In unison, Eruka, Ozzy, and Lisa say one word.....But, it was all that needed saying. "Shit!" The tank begins to spin, as a volley of energy weapons mounted to the beast fires, the main gun spinning about, firing off rapidly, and a large field opens up from the tank....disabling the ability to use teleportation, and portals, all the while disrupting Cosmos's efforts.. The armies now stuck on one arena, would either win, die, or surrender...but one thing was known for sure. Whoever was in the tank, was one insane motherfucker.......Who forced an army of extremely powerful wackos who wanted to destroy everything, the armies of hell, and the army of undead, to be locked in the same place, as he drove a tank though the first army listed, firing off all guns.

((There are no caves! This is an underground military base!)) Slowly, a face begins to emerge from the white globe, bearing characteristics beyond those of a human. With every slight shift of angle, a new face is revealed, every shifting of the light unveiling another layer of features. An impossible appearance, eyes replaced with a simple blackness, filled with the cosmos. Simply staring into those eyes, a reflection of the universe could be seen. And as those eyes stared out, they saw all. Not the tiniest lifeform, not the most insignificant shred of magic could escape from their gaze. "THIS PLACE IS UNBALANCED. A NEW BALANCE MUST BE ACHIEVED." A droning voice, projected directly into the minds of those present. Like an explosion of psychic communication, it was deafening despite never striking the target's ears. There was no emotion, or at least none that could be recognized within the human spectrum. It simply projected power, purely and truly. Mithias finds the only exit to be a massive steel door, blasted open at the centre. Still, glowing remains of molten metal drip from the edges of the hole created by Vajira. And yet, even as Mithias watches, the metal seems to start floating upwards, and then slowly away from him. Then, within moments, he finds his feet slowly lifting from the floor. Looking around, it became clear that everything and everyone had started floating - Drac doing so of his own volition, on a blanket of red and green energy. It was not that they were being pushed, or pulled. Rather, gravity had simply been nullified. "BALANCE SHALL BE RESTORED" The air and ground shake and shiver, as pulses of energy run through the very fabric of reality. Slowly, everything begins falling apart on the molecular level, stone separating itself into a fine mist, metal dividing itself into a gas. Only the magical aura of those present prevented them from undergoing the fate that was rapidly spreading through the centre of the planet. Soon, the entire structure would be broken apart, reduced to it's most base components, physical laws suspended in favour of Shiva's will.