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That's cute and all.
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But things will be easier if we tie up loose ends before grinding the rest of you down.
*Despite experiencing spatial division, the crystal continues to acts as a unit*
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*Your head seems to glow with an ominous green light out of nowhere, though it seems harmless. The same happens to Isaac and Ona*
You've done me a favor, my friend.
*I propel myself directly into the aura, feeling as my body withers and dies. And yet, I do not. By sheer force of will, I live on metaphysically, a quite literal shadow of my former self.*
Now, regarding the slow decay of space you're causing. Is this- *I point to my hazy self.* -intended? Because if it isn't, then you're in trouble. You see...
*All over the system, warpspace rifts begin to open, spewing out thousands upon thousands of spacecraft, each flying the banner of the Withers.*
If what happened to me were to happen to that... best case scenario is you spawn a metaphysical race of Withers into the galaxy who are just as powerful psychically, if not more, yet even harder to kill. Worst case... even I don't want to talk about that. Unless, of course, you were trying to simply destroy Existence, in which case you and I should hang out sometime.