Voidwalker

A child, or at least that is what an observer would have surmised. To truly judge the being's age was almost impossible, even simply by physical standards, as it was covered in warding runes writ on paper. Bound to a low-hovering platform, covered in paper, only a single bright yellow eye visible through the layer of parchment. And yet, it's soul was the most abstract sight of all. Distorted and twisted, as if it had been mangled and left to fall to pieces, and yet somehow functioning optimally.

Bright purple portals appear over the muzzles of turrets, beams of hellfire and bullets are simply absorbed, as within instants the army's numbers are decimated by their own attacks. Demons are ripped to pieces, as the undead find themselves teleported away constantly, portals opening at hundreds of different locations simultaneously. Soon, undead and demons alike rain from the sky, smashing against the hard rocky surface of this world, reduced to little more than pools of blood.


Bahamut

Tall an imposing, a massive figure clad in red metal. An armour similar to that associated with ancient Samurai, a dragon mask obscuring the figure's face. A proud stance, and wings formed from flame, a burning halo adorning it's head. It radiated sheer power, with an air of natural authority, as if all those present were subordinate to it through their mere existence. It's power felt divine, implying that, much like the Clone Emperor, it was a God.

As a tank dropped from the sky, the size of a house, this figure simply points upwards. A massive beast, long slender and red, shoots from the ground in front of it. A long dragon in the chinese style, over 12 meters in diameter, grasping the tank in it's jaws as it shot upwards into the sky. Instead of hitting the ground, it was thrown far up into the air, as giant teeth began piercing it's thick battle armour. Shaking it's head, the dragon was already ripping apart this tank.


Cosmos

Tall and fair, the image of human beauty. The body of the former Eclipse, now animated by a much darker mind. Cosmos smiles, the fairness of the face making it seem almost benign. Two great wings extend from his back, a twisted halo hovering over his head. Still there was the illusion of divinity, the tattered remains of the selfless virtue that had possessed this body's previous host. But now, it was nothing more than a tool for the ever-adapting Cosmos.

The field of nagation was a rather simple enchantment, consisting of a reality-solidifying energy that instantly repaired the rips in reality the moment they were created. It was a simply matter, then, to turn it against it's creator. Cosmos needed not to unravel the strings of magic, but rather changed the weave, added a new pattern. An exclusion clause, to be precise. All portals formed by the Omegans would be fine, and yet any portal formed by others would be closed. And it was an even simply matter to remove the off-button, feeding it directly into the power source.

Two more Omegans simply stood in the shadows, watching the battle unfold. Their forms were obscured, their auras hard to pinpoint, but there was no doubt they would be equally powerful to those who were already now ripping apart the forces sent against them. There would be no escape, there would be no victory, there would be no mercy. So why wouldn't they take their time?

5 chuckled, lightning gathering around it as it approaches the leaders of the opposition. Eruka, Ozzy and Lisa. Already, he had killed two of the Chosen, and he was eager to add more heads to his collection. "This is the true assault, the doom you shall face. This time, all of you will die." And with that, the android shot to attack.