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Cells knit together, bone structures reformed. The body once shattered slowly coalesced into a single being once more, guided by the everpresent mind. It was sculpted, improved, forged to the perfection it had once believed itself to represent. It had been defeated, torn to shreds by those who would not accept it's light. But it would no longer succumb to foolishness, no longer would it fall victim to the taint of the sinners. It would rise once more from this filthy grave, and it would make it's mark upon this world. Organs reformed, blood vessels touching as the body was healed from it's early demise. For death could slay only the body, and not the mind.

Slowly, the God Emperor of Mankind resurrected himself. For he was immortal. Born of the souls of a thousand, he could never be truly slain, never be truly annihilated. His will would live on, and with his will he reconstructed his physical vessel. He had been slain in his foolishness, as he had sought to bring more of his children to this world. In his haste to save them, he had allowed those he had already saved be slaughtered by the fools of the Alliance. But not now, not again. He would burn this world clean with the fire of a thousand suns. For he was about to rise again, and not even the forces of the universe itself could halt his ascension.

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Apocalypse was resurrected once more, with the help of Kolon. The creature raised itself from the ground, the effects of the friend grenade having completely worked off. The creature looked around at the hyperactive kolons, but mostly ignored them, considering them a non-threat. More interesting was the presence of his supposed boss. Smiling brightly, Apocalypse gave the ethereal a little mock bow. "Oh my, is it time for me to report in? Don't worry, I didn't break any of your little toys. Which means that, unlike you, I kept my end of the deal. Because you turned out to be too lazy to serve yours." Within a moment, Apocalypse was inches away from the ethereal. The alien had a habit of towering over others, and now it found itself outmatched in the height department. "So you see, that set me thinking a bit. If you're not going to serve your end, what's there to keep me serving mine." The threat clearly wasn't an idle one, and the ethereal would have to consider how he'd reply. A wrong move here could make Dark Outliner operations here considerably harder.

Of course, Apocalypse had noticed the army of Yakuza and tanks coming in from behind. But he had already decided that there wasn't anyone worth fighting among them. Their technology and individual strength left much to be desired, and they didn't form a real threat. Although, once he was done with this little talk, he might throw them around a bit for his own amusement. Explosions, after all, were fun.