((Err.... no omnpotent beings here.))
The six mysterious figures moved into an odd formation, standing with the foxes in the center, and the wolves and lizard people opposite from one another. Each was whispering in some ancient language, as threads of magic are woven. The foxes take the threads of power that are woven by the beings of death and life, as the start weaving those threads together in a great construct. A spell of such proportion as to require Gods of great skill and power to work together, a highly efficient technique which wastes not even a nugget of magical energy. Soon the tapestry of arcane sigils grows to enormous proprtions, the foxes working frantically to weave the spell together, even as the mysterious being in the distance grows closer. Obviously some of the ships are firing on it, to little effect, and it seems to be heading for this group, as it's own power swells forth from the very fabric of the universe.

As the great enchantment reaches it's end, the wolf-like and lizardlike humanoids stand aside. The God of Death reaches up, as a beam of dark energies emits from it's fingertips, howling spectres smashing against the skin of the great beast. As the Lizards perform a seemingly tribal dance, thousands of creatures spawn from the ground, massive insects and demons, giant carnivorous plants and humanoid biological war machines, shooting up to rip into the flesh of the approaching creature. The army evades the spectres as both forces close in, only to be ripped apart by the thousands of hands that emit from the creature's back, as it seems to discard both attacks with ease, still approaching.

However, before the mysterious enemy can get close enough to unleash the power of it's hands, which apparently dissolve each of the Gods' attacks with a mere touch, upon the world and those below, the two foxes seem to sing out in a high note. The air fills with the sound of song, as the threads of reality that grant the Daemon power seem to twist and warp. The forces of both life and death cycle, as the creature screeches in a thousand voices. A net of the Gods warps through the air, as the billions of spells woven together seemingly wrap the creature in a cage formed from the very base threads of it's own power. Even as the creature fights to destroy this cage, the planet it had burst from seems to rebuild itself around the creature, as each of the Gods frantically weaves the threads of fate and existence into this complex net, attempting to once more trap this creature.
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((You know, originally, the Jigen Tou was only metaphorically a Demon Blade. It was an effect that turned your arm into a weapon. However, instead of correcting you, the sword sounds badass, so hey, cool!))
Kami looks towards you, smirking. "A beetle, fleeing the foot that would crush it. And yet, there are plenty more too obstinate to do so." Power crackles around him as he glides towards Mithias, his eyes glowing up a bright red. "Let us see how many times you can rise from death." Kami makes a gesture as if throwing something, and a bolt of lightning strikes you, burnign your flesh and eyes to ash, soon to regenerate, as Kami merely repeats the action, blasting your body with incredible power and heat again and again, laughing all the time.