A massive burst of energy, tearing through space like a natural disaster, a supernova concentrated into a single attack, all-or-nothing. A wave of green force, filled with not simply Drac's power, but the power of the realm he represented. The Forsaken, those who could not find peace in death, and instead continued to serve in his everlasting kingdom. Those who were loyal to him even from beyond the grave, those who would die for him again and again. The loyalty of thousands, and the love of a few. The very planet shuddered and fell apart, as the Deamon turned to face this blow, psychically screaming.
Everything was gone. The planet, the portal.... everything had been utterly annihilated. Drac hung there, motionless, his power exhausted, his body torn to pieces, on the threshold of death. His Seals had been restored, had they not been he would have burnt up on the spot. Giant rings of rubble surrounded him, still orbiting the remnants from the great fluctuation of space.
And there, floating amongst the rubble, was a sight most unseemly.
The proud figure of the Daemon, torn to pieces. The right half of it's body had been completely destroyed, pieces floating around, already beginning to return to the original host. It had not been enough. Not to kill the Daemon. There it was, powers already rallying to it's side, blazing blades forming from it's fingers, eyes burning with inhuman hatred. There had never been a chance, not really. The Daemon could not be killed, they could not be destroyed.
Of course, there was always a way, and even as Teo fiddled around with the Tetris, he found the Engine Block. If the Daemon's physical form could be completely destroyed, he could use the Daemon as fuel, burning it's very essence out of existence. He wouldn't destroy the Daemon, he would use it up.
Mithias looked up, and before him stood that figure, blazing with raging energy. And realization would dawn on him. Teo was incapacitated, Drac was on the brink of death, and his allies were cut off. Drac had beaten it down, Teo might be able to finish it off. But in order to do this, he would need to be the one to defeat it. His failure to do so would lead to the deaths not only of Drac and Teo, but most likely of most of this universe.
No pressure, of course.