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I thought you were supposed to be some kind of ultimate mage.

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Yes.
*A staircase is formed from the stone that reaches down and opens up in the room with the ship.*
I am.

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I'm glad I asked before trying to do that myself.

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How long have you been practicing earth magic?

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I align with light and shadow magic, but I've picked up a few tricks over the years. Earth is the easiest element to work with.

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Earth as it is the only element with a primarily physical form whereas Air is everywhere and in all places, Water flows in any and all directions and Fire is perhaps a magic left untouched by the hands of mankind.

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I prefer fire over water, myself. I find it easier to control.

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For me? I can create things, people, possibly planets and even dimensions with ease. But there are some who would want to conquer this dimension and every other one, I want to stop Existence from being conquered.

*A fleet of spacecraft emerges from warpspace in orbit of a remote world. They appear heavily damaged, with several not even possessing functioning life support. A window on a frigate blows out and releases a white-hot streak of flame into the void. These ships should not be spaceworthy, and yet here they are. Perhaps an explanation can be gained from the green-black slime that stretches around and coats the thrusters of each ship. The stuff forms tendrils that snake about and link different ships together, forming tunnels between each one. On the surface of one ship, the slime forms green pustules that cling to the hull and contain wriggling dark forms. On another, a similar node appears to have attached itself to the barrel of its spinal cannon. I stand at the bow of the flagship, ignoring the screams, gunfire, and more profane noises coming from the bowels of the ship. I pat my full belly, a bloody, empty hazmat suit laying in tatters behind me. Several humans wearing similar outfits dangle by their feet from the ceiling, their torsos cut open and leaking blood. Inside each gaping chest cavity, a small, white object slowly grows. I hear muffled cries for mercy coming from the crew quarters, now converted in personal chambers for my kin. What am I? I am a Wither, a superhuman, psychopathic creature incapable of feeling joy from any source but suffering.*

*Another Wither approaches behind me.*

Wither: We've captured the last of the crew, Lash. What should we do?

Divide them amongst yourselves, Phantom, but save some for me. And don't 'confiscate' any of their medical equipment, we need that.

*Phantom smiles cruelly.*

Phantom: Do you have any particular game planned for them? Me and Banshee are going to play the Cutting and Sewing Game.

You always play the Cutting and Sewing Game. How many arms stuck to one person is enough for you?

Phantom: It's just so fun!

But, to your previous question. I don't have any game planned for them now. I find it more fun to just do... whatever comes to mind. I have a feeling I'll come up with a really fun game, though. Once I do, I'll save some captives to play it in the mess hall, so you all can see.

Phantom: I can't wait!

Good.

*Follows along in silence*

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*My eyes go wide as I quickly find some form of cover*

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Thank you.
*Sits down*

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*The waterfall of data continues to flood the area with new viruses even as the existing ones are deleted—my own recovery barely keeps up with the rate of deletion, introducing minor bugs every few seconds*

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My daughter! Where is my daughter!?

*Looks to see an unconscious teenage girl being carried away on a stretcher by two androids. My posture goes ramrod straight, before I become a grey blur streaking across the battlefield after her.*

*Looks back to you*

HELP ME!

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*I keep running, ignoring the bullets shattering on the toughened graphene of my cloak. I am about to reach Alexandria, when, with a faint ptick, a dart embeds itself within my neck. I fall over and struggle to rise, struggle to fight off the sedative. Alexandria's eyes flutter, and she looks at me with a helpless gaze.*

Hold on... I'm coming...

*Before I finish my sentence, whatever they have Alexandria on drags her back down. I stand, but become unbalanced and fall to my knees. Seeing this, Dmitri pulls a dart gun of his own and loads a dart rimmed with blue, firing it into me. The heavy-handed dose of stimulants is enough to keep me going, but they need time to kick in. In the meantime, as I lapse into and out of consciousness, I am granted brief glimpses of the androids as they load Alexandria onto a waiting vehicle and drive her off. I am unable to stop them, with the stimulants only kicking in once she is far out of my reach, almost as if by a cruel hand.*

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What do you think is with that boat?

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...
Tch, she's not going to make it out of there!
*Flies over to the edge of the storm and lands on the ground next to it*