Jeff took a second to catch his breath as everything went down, though still managed to start charging his wind cannon yet again in between breaths. Seeing Ada to such a degree left him feeling a rather high level of satisfaction, something he knew he shouldn't be feeling, but considering the pain she alone had put people through made him feel good to even have her even feel just a portion of that pain.
"That one was for Sheira, you bitch..", the sage started to mutter before taking note of Dacer losing his one with nature and the archer starting to lose consciousness. Not hesitating anymore, the sage quickly dashed over and caught Dacer before he had a chance to face face first into the ground before turning around and handing him to Oz."Hey Oz, can you bring him over to the Buster for pickup? Seems like the powerpills are not enough for him."
The sage then readied Jenso's Omega Saw and pointed his wind cannon at her ready to release another nalpam attack to help finish the job. "Any last words? You honestly don't even deserve that for all the terrible deeds you alone have committed, yet I'll allow you such before sending you to hell."
Jeff allowed a similar, cold resentment to Ada to slip out, feelings which were similar to what Dacer surely felt as well, but unlike him he wasn't going drag it out past some final words and thus readied to attack the second after she would finish taking.

With the clone out of the way the Order Buster repositioned itself and took aim at Ada with one of its arms, keeping an eye out on her in case she attempted to try anything in some sort of last ditch effort. While overall it seemed doubtful, they couldn't afford not to be with the Order. In the situation where she did try anything, the buster prepared to wipe her out itself with a swift arcane laser, not holding anything back.

Ada whipped her head towards Jeff and spun herself around, facing upwards with her backside dragging against the blood drenched sand. She smiled viciously and tilted her head to the side. Strands of her violet hair slipped across the bubbling skin around her barely-visible tattoo. Her missing limbs reformed themselves, slowly, as purple extensions, but she didn't stand up. "You shouldn't hit a lady," She spat angrily, hissing through her teeth as she scooped a handful of sand and threw it forwards.

Without hesitation, Jeff instinctively raised his other hand to blow the sand back at her and into her face before lainching the saw at her with the intention of having it slice her in half before having it boomerang back him.
"Thats all huh? Under normal circumstances I really wouldn't hit one."
The sage then fired his nalpam strike as he prepared to catch the saw with his sword gauntlet on the return run while simultaneously firing off his napalm strike in hopes to obliterate anything that was left of Ada, while keeping his focus to keep the explosion away from everyone else. "But, you are too far past redeemable, and we can't afford to waste any more time."

Ada's torso fell backwards, and a purple ooze engulfed the saw as it tore through her. Her upper body hit the sand with a quiet thud, and she let out one last cackle before Jeff's final attack was launched.

"It's been fun!" She shrieked, raising her hands upwards as the explosion engulfed her. Her smile faded in her last few moments, and a cavalcade of darkened memories flooded her mind. She closed her eyes, and didn't open them again.

As the explosion faded, her burnt body lay motionless in the crystallised sand. Fragments of her purple dress fluttered outwards, shaking embers as the dust of Jeff's attack settled. All seemed well, and Ada was defeated. But not a moment later, the Order buster fell prey to a beam of malicious red energy that rained down from the top of the tower of Chaos, piercing its energy core and striking the ground behind Jeff, Oswald and Dacer. Dacer came to, only to see Ada's remains. He let his body rest, but wasn't given much time to do so.

Jeff's robot imploded in an uncharacteristically quiet flare of red energy, leaving behind shards of metal that cascaded down to the ground. The Rip in the sky slowed its growth for a moment, as if it were struggling to maintain itself. And it was there, several steps behind Jeff, Oswald, and Dacer, that Yzeira stood with a furious glow in his eyes. His hair's colour began to bleed, patches of crimson red pouring out in several places. Several spheres of energy began to bubble from the edges of his coat, circling his body like miniature planets.

"You deserve this."

They were the only words that left his lips before the orbs around him were flung by an unseen force towards the three heroes. Yzeira's body stood perfectly still, hands at his sides, feet planted firmly in the ground, and eyes fixated on the soon to be dead trio of interlopers.

Jenso made his way into the Tower's main hall, where Vale's body lay dead, and Alvios stood with Bruce, while Jeff, Oswald and Dacer were keeping Ada occupied.

Jenso gazed over at Vale's body once more, and frowned. "I'll make sure Lark and Vale's actions won't go to waste." He stated to Alvios and Bruce. He took note of the scratched spot on Vale's face, where his tattoo had been. It appeared to be in the same location where Zelriane's tattoo was, which Jeff had told everyone about during the final meeting. He narrowed his eyes at it, and turned towards Alvios and Bruce. He pointed at Vale's face, at the spot. "It's just a hunch, but I have a feeling there's something special about those tattoo's. That may have been why Vale scratched it off. Aiming for those might not be a bad idea. At any rate...we can't waste any more time. Let's go, Yzeira is probably at the top of the tower!" He stated, and began to ascend the staircase at the side of the room.

Alvios followed Jenso up the stairs with his sword drawn. "I doubt we can just rush to the top of this thing. We've only run into Ada and Yzeira himself as far as Order members go. Rajaka, Zelraine, Shaidra, Nexus... we're outnumbered even without factoring in Yzeira if the others don't catch up soon. And..."

Alvios narrowed his eyes and gave Jenso a curious look. "Between the time I left to fight Vale, and you catching up to Bruce and I, your Ki has been different. Missing something that was quite burned into my memory before. Jenso...where is your phoenix?"

Jenso gazed over at Alvios with concern written all over his face. It vanished quickly however, as he attempted to stay as calm as possible. "Heh, there's no fooling you, is there?" He muttered, clenching his fists. "I wasn't going to mention it. Jeff and Dacer are the only ones who know. I didn't want you guys to have any doubts and concerns about me while you fought the Order, to avoid distracting you." He muttered, and paused for a moment. "Dacer ripped Lark's Ki from my body, but that was while he was still under Ada's control. Oz managed to free him with me and Jeff's help, somehow, though...so, at the very least, I managed to keep my promise to Lark." He replied to Alvios. "Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll stand a chance against Yzeira without it. But I have to try. I want to try. These people need to be stopped."

Bruce kept pace with Alvios and Jenso, though he retained a zero-Ki output. His nerves were alight with anticipation, but he kept focused on the conversation to check himself.

That Jenso's most reliably powerful form had been robbed of him only resolved Bruce further that his idea for Ki transference needed to be not only seriously considered, but performed. He knew he couldn't possibly achieve the concentration and sheer density that Alvios could, let alone within the time frame they had before an imminent final confrontation. But he had no doubt he could make it work.

The primary concern from Bruce's end was determining what the truest form of his Ki actually looked like. Did the red streak of Sakki in his blades mark a tainting of what was once golden, or was that his Ki at its most pure?

Bruce tightened his lip, placing the quandary in the back of his mind.

"Becoming separated was, to some extent, virtually inevitable," Bruce said. "Apart from losing precious time, it's impossible to say what other consequences there might be for waiting for the others to catch up. We certainly don't have the element of surprise any longer, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't press on while there's no apparent resistance in front of us."

Bruce's inclinations partially came from his own poorly-disguised eagerness for action, though he did shoot Jenso a brief, if significant, glare.
"It is critical that we don't split up any more than we already have, of course."

Ascending the stairwell proved to be a little less leisurely than one might have expected at first. As the three heroes walked and talked, the stairwell climbed into a single, rotating hallway that seemed to hug the edge of the tower, looping around and around. But, after only a minute or two, it became clear that they weren't getting very far. There was a strange aura encompassing them. The bricks on the walls began to shift in shade, from their usual dark crimson hue, to a series of purples, greys, and in some cases, outright white shades. The staircase began to widen slightly, and as if out of nowhere, Jenso and his friend came across a series of doors, lining the inner wall. There were quite a few of them, and they all lead into a vortex-like portal, with no indication of where they would lead.

Jenso turned towards the others and frowned. "We're getting nowhere at this rate...we could just pick the same random door and enter it together, but the universe might end up getting destroyed before we'll even be able to reach Yzeira. I don't want to split up, but we might not have much of a choice.." He muttered. "We do have our communicators, so we could tell eachothers if one of us reaches him. What do you guys think?" He asked Alvios and Bruce. He walked towards the door on the far left side, prepared to enter it if his allies had agreed to his proposal.

Alvios had been taking note of each door, and was becoming mildly irate about the odd similarities and differences despite feeling like they had gone nowhere. He finally sighed in defeat as Jenso looked towards them again for advice. "I know Bruce said we shouldn't split up further...but we're strapped for time here." Alvios walked over to one of the doors, looking it over. After a few moments, he slipped out of his purple jacket, and dropped it before the door.

"We each take a separate door. Search what we can inside. If we reach a dead end, exit if possible, and try a new door. We'll leave something outside, an object or a marker. Contact one another if we find something, and we'll be able to find their door by their mark. When Jeff and Oz show up, hopefully they'll get the picture. Without Ada, they won't be able to outnumber us."

Bruce noted Alvios' logic and sighed. He wasn't terribly pleased with the facts, but he couldn't change them. Remembering the bag Jenso had given him, Bruce called upon the material he'd stored inside, crafting a stone replica of his sheath, mimicking every detail. He had little in the way of actual items he could leave behind, and thus found this the only acceptable substitute.

Bruce lay the sheath in front of the door nearest the center, turning back toward his companions.

"I can't say I like it, but time isn't in our favor." Bruce said, giving what he could in agreement with Alvios' proposed plan. Bruce wished there could be a contingency in case communications failed, but none came to mind, so he kept quiet.

Jenso nodded at his companions, ripping a piece of cloth from his goldenrod shirt. The shirt fixed itself quickly, as he placed the piece of golden cloth at the door closest to him. "Good luck, guys...we can do this. Take care of yourselves, alright? When we run into the Order, let's kick their asses!" Jenso stated confidently, and entered the door in front of him. All of the trumps were people whom he'd respected and trusted. He knew that they could handle themselves.

As the three made their final agreement and stepped into their individual doorways, the staircase fell silent. The portals disappeared behind them, and the hallway they entered from flattened, turning from a climbing staircase, to a hallway that circles a single floor. Within, Jenso's mother, and Milena were still held captive, locked up against the wall. But Jenso, Bruce and Alvios were nowhere to be seen, and their belongings now lined the three entrance ways into Ada's room. A black smoke prompted Shaidra's arrival, moments later. She scampered across the outer hallway, stopping in front of each object and eyeing them curiously. The small animal like woman picked up Jenso's goldenrod cloth and glared at it curiously. Suddenly her eyes opened wide, and a smile crept across her face, barely hidden behind her black mask.

"This will be fun!" her voice echoed. She paused, and frowned, looking down at the thread again. "...Keep away. Keep them. Keep them away. Lost..."

As the portal behind Jenso closed, it became very clear that he wasn't inside the tower anymore. Well, he was, but it didn't look the same. The walls faded, and the sky was clear. Beneath his feet was cobblestone, and throughout the room, or the dimension that he'd found himself in, there were houses. He was on a street, surrounded by familiar faces. They all greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Jenso!" A man called out to him from a run down storefront. It was bill, a local merchant, and brother to the governor of Arcadia. "Catch!" Bill tossed Jenso a small plastic bag with a tightly packed baloney sandwich inside of it, aiming to have it caught by Jenso as he ran by. "My wife made ya somethin' this morning!" All the while, a masked man appeared behind Jenso. Some people in the crowd pointed and whispered in confusion. "Who's your friend?" Bill shouted, pointing behind Jenso.

This had all happened before. What was going on?

Jenso's eyes widened as he caught the sandwich. He gave Bill a confused look. "Bill...?" Jenso muttered, looking around himself.

He was home.

"What...Arcadia?..How-" Jenso muttered, when Bill asked who his friend was. Jenso's eyes widened as he began to recount what had happened back then. He spun around atop his heel to face the masked man, and aimed a rocket punch at his face. "PRISMA!!!!" He screamed in sheer anger, out of pure instinct. 'Wait, but Prisma..he's dead..?! What..?!' He thought.

Nexus rose his hands upwards as if to say hold on, this is a misunderstanding, before taking a step backwards. As Jenso's fist neared the blue man, who'd been wearing a light fitting robe, his fist slowed down, and Nexus moved it aside with the palm of his right hand. "Calm down, Jenso," Nexus huffed, fanning his hands submissively, "This realm wouldn't be able to replicate Prisma."

Jenso's eyes widened in shock as his fist neared Nexus, but sighed in relief as Nexus moved it aside. 'It slowed down..?' He thought, somewhat surprised. Just what was Nexus capable of? His abilities were still the biggest mystery out of all the Order of Chaos members.

He smiled widely at Nexus, albeit with a hint of embarassment on his face. "Uh...sorry man...It's good to see you again!" He said.

Nexus nodded and looked to Bill, who was now frozen in place. In fact, it was like the entire realm was frozen. "I can't stay long. Shaidra will figure out that I'm not here to kill you soon. But while she's distracted, I'll use what little time we have." Nexus looked around and sighed. "You and your friend are trapped in Shaidra's Voil Dimension. The moment you left the first floor, she was prepared for you."