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It was not enough.

But it did something.

I know it did.

I had not expected but I had dared to hope that the destruction, the very sundering of matter itself would be enough to erase the sickness. But now I see as it flows back towards me that it was more vast than even I had realized at first, that for all the threads of twining corruption that I had erased from existence there were still so many more. I do not despair. I do not panic. But even so when the sickness' voice sounds against the edges of my awareness once again I feel shudders of unease. The most destructive force I have ever unleashed was not enough. I am a healer and yet I find myself forced to destroy and even destruction may not be enough.

I broadcast defiance in the face of Pestilence, my own will resounding with a single word. [color=9e005d]"No!"[/color]

The dark threads of corruption swirl around me again, approaching my form and struggling to find purchase against my flesh. It is a sickness of hunger, a devourer, and it seeks now to devour me. I will not let it win. My hands rise and space distorts as I tear a hole and form a bridge. It is easier here for I do not wound the World by my actions.

Before the sickness can truly find purchase upon me I move. My form soars through the hole that I have opened and emerges even closer to the asteroid belt. Poor fragments of a failed World these pieces may be, but they are relics that may now save one that lives on. My will reaches out to the ones around me, encasing them and commanding them to change. 

[color=9e005d]"I have only begun to fight! You shall not have this World!"[/color] 

And as my will resounds once more I give another command. The fragments I have changed now move, flying into the coming mass of darkness before detonating in the same fashion that the piece of the World had. But they are not so large and mass matters with such weapons. I begin to doubt. It is so vast, if even the great wrath of the World was not enough how would this be?

I banish the thought for...

I am Mercy.

I am the World's chosen.

I will not allow myself to fail!