[quote=thewizardguy]
((Hey, you figured out what forest you're in! Now you'll figure out why that was an INCREDIBLY bad idea.))Energy slices around you, and even the trunks of these ancient plants, hardened over the course of thousands of years, were cut through. Although too large to have been cut in half, which would no doubt have had devastating consequences for the surrounding area, the cuts are quite deep, sometimes penetrating several meters into the stone-like bark of which these plants consist. A deep red fluid resembling blood both in appearance and consistency leeks from the wound, and even as the first drop touches the canvas of green below, the consequences can be both felt and seen.The leaves that cover the floor change color, a wave of red spreading through across its base, even as screams echo through the landscape. Not in any voice, they rake into your brain directly, knives pulled along the inside of your skull, as the entire forest trembles with uncontrolled rage. The sound of thousands of screeches and roars tearing through physical air, seemingly emitted from the massive black holes in the ground. A presence, previously benign, screeches at you as the sky turns red, and, painfully visible as the roots pull closer to the trees, you can see hundreds of skeletons and fallen machinery lying, overgrown, disguised both by the comforting voice in your mind and the vast array of flora. Scuttling, scraping sounds, as the voices get closer. Glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, approaching fast. This is the last thing you see before the bio-luminescent lights go out, and everything turns black.The response from the many comms is both swift and relieving. "We're not here to fight you. I am Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor. I speak for the Galaxy Breaker Armada, and I give you a message of peace. Rather, we come to hold out the hand of friendship." As he speaks, about a hundred of the smaller ships transform, the faces shifting to the front as the smaller systems shift into arms and legs. Even as this occurs, hundreds of giant mechs the size of small houses crash to the surface, fighter pilots. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. Our sensors show Daemonborn activity. We saw your victory, but that won't last long. Daemondborn are immortal unless you deal with the Daemon Ring." Already many of the robots are busy grabbing the unconcious bodies of the clones.
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Mithias looked back to see giant robots landing and starting to pick up the dead clones. "The insanity never ceases here." He muttered to himself, and suddenly he was reminded of Bob. Once his only 'friend,' a term used very loosely, he now wasn't sure if he again didn't regret meeting him. Of course he regretting materializing in the Coffee Lounge at all in the first place. Bob was nothing more than a denizen of this wacked universe, or multiverse. It seemed the only real friend who hadn't mislead him, or burned him, or stabbed him repeatedly, was Tsukune, who was now bonded somehow to Mithias' soul. Other than that, no one knew him, no one loved him, and he had nothing to live for or anyone to go on for. He sighed heavily as he began to walk into a wood. "Tsukune, if you are still there, tell me if there's something I can do for you." (Any chance of running into Kaika?)