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The sound of a Soul's return. Such arts were powerful, yet forbidden. It was an act of great power with an even greater effect. But death did not release the fallen easily. Especially those that had managed to elude it for so long. It was a small thing, this breach of protocol, this little violation of the laws of nature, this taboo act. But it did not go unnoticed. In fact, Osamu would learn later, having done such a thing in the wider Multiverse had earned him the attention of many.

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Within the confines of a realm not bind by the strict law of logic lay a realm of twisted order governed by a mad god. Tables stretched into infinity within a landscape of crystal chandeliers and wooden floors as Gods and Devils sat side by side. Beings from planes of existence beyond the comprehension of mortal races observed the flow of time, silently marking the confluence of potential realities. Empires spanning entire universes bargained, representatives glaring at one another over tables of delicacies that confounded any attempt at categorisation or description. The souls of heroes and villains sat shackled and moaning, a false grin on their faces as they served these illustrious guests and performed for their amusement. Great pieces of art could be seen adorning the twisting floor, great structures of magic and metal that twisted space itself alongside complex quantum entanglements arrayed in a painting of possibilities.

The master of this realm sat behind the bar, observing myriad realities. His fine suit was in the italian fashion save for it's bright red colouration and golden sparkles, putting one in mind of a game show presentator. A matching top hat with a golden trim hid most of the figure's face in shadow, revealing only two silently glowing blood-red eyes and an impossibly wide grin, an array of teeth that seemed normal one moment yet viciously sharp the next, but always pristine. He leaned on a long black cane, it's head a humanoid face that seemed to contort in agony, silently howling in despair as it's silver features shifted. The Mad God known only as Bob observed, chuckling, as a new player made itself known within the larger scope of the Multiverse. It seemed that once more one arrived who sought to overcome death itself, an endeavour that had proven the end of many. He glanced through their future, the myriad possibilities and impossibilities that formed the eternally contradictory timeline. It seemed that they had set things in motion beyond their current comprehension. But soon they would learn the size of the ripple they had created. Amused the God sat down, observing all that came to pass.

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In a place best left forgotten by time the air was filled with the scent of blood and fear. Rows of figures hung chained from the walls in various states of dissection, organs removed and occasionally replaced with strange pieces of machinery. Pipes and tubes ran in and out of their bodies, and old grey machinery steadily thrummed as it worked it's way through the readings. The monotone was broken by occasional screams from deeper within the complex, both human and less so. But the figures upon this wall lay silent, barely breathing, their minds and thoughts beyond repair. It was within this lab that a large bank of computers suddenly lit up, the flashing red lights and constant beeping demanding attention.

The mistress turned from her work, bothered by the machine's cries, until she began to read the report. Dropping her other work she fully immersed herself in the text flashing across the small screen, frantically typing away at an old-fashioned keyboard. A small smile began to work it's way across her face as she read the readings. Souls were her speciality, and this was certainly an event worth noting. In fact it would warrant investigation. Such things should not be possible, should not be done. And yet here it was. Data didn't lie. Almost giddy with anticipation she stood, walking with long strides towards the tool bench. Retrieving several blades from a nearby cupboard she grabbed a large block resembling something akin to a walky-talky, and fiddled with the dials. For too long she had secluded herself from the rest of the multiverse, drawing herself back into her work. It was time for a field trip. And by the end of the day, one way or another, blood would be spilled.

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Seemingly from nowhere, a signal struck the large Genome ship. It was received but not registered, the electronic transfer of data corrupted the moment it was formed. The signal took form, living data flowing through the electrical network of the ship. It's many security protocols would have halted any programmable malice, but this being possessed true sentience, and an ability to manipulate the digital realm far beyond any normal virus. Soon the basic programming of the entire ship was undermined and alarms began to sound as the pilot discovered massive system malfunctions occurring in all sectors. Weapons, Teleportation, Tractor Beam, Life Support.... all data seemed to be fluctuating in impossible ways, and the SOS signal came out more as a distorted mass of data, a corrupted stream of virus-ridden muck that would only serve to harm any who attempted to pick up on it. Metallic laughter echoed through the halls as the many crew members ran around, dismanteling control stations in a vain attempt at fixing their ship before it completely broke down. Then it was followed by an unearthly shriek, a sound that was more than just a vibration, a signal that tore their very souls from their bodies. It was horror and death incarnate, a virus that struck the soul and mind and tore them to shreds. Within moments the running had stopped, as all life within the ship had been eliminated. Corpses floated through the halls, faces twisted into an image of anguish.

The leaders of the Genome Empire, as well as the leaders of the Mon Alliance, both of whom currently found themselves aboard Imperialdramon, would find their discourse suddenly interrupted. The large saucer-like ship the Genome Empire had used appeared to have dropped the tractor beam, but was instead speed towards Imperialdramon on a collision course. It's shields flickered on and off and it's propulsion twitched, no doubt the more functional Imperialdramon would be able to twist out of the way of a head-on collision. However even a cursory scan would show the reason for the ship's malfunctioning propulsion. The generator was being overloaded, and in mere moments the entire thing would go up in an immense explosion. Whomever had set this little situation up intended to ensure that everything nearby was completely destroyed.