The microorganisms that occupied Odis’ body were not processors in the literal sense. It proved to be more biological and even metaphorical if anything. With his new body capable of seamless change in matter, Odis Lyndon Gallagher came to a boil, quickly exploding into a vapor after being subjected to the blistering heat and gamma radiation. The remnants naturally progressed from its gaseous state to one that was electrically conductive and with the aid of the environment, morphed into one of plasma comparable to solar wind. A coronal loop spawned around the tower as the charged particles began to escape, engulfing the entire architectural structure. 

From anywhere in the capital, a pillar of light could be seen. Just looking at the spectacle caused eye damage similar to an eclipse with the potential for more. An onslaught of heat followed the light once the loop became unstable, blitzing out into the capital torching first responders and discouraging seconds. Further most, the bulk of the coronal mass ejection that Panident became was sent into the sky, punching a hole in the atmosphere with its intense stream of hyper-charged plasma and electromagnetic radiation. Immediately this affected EarthF67x’s magnetosphere and neutered several of New Roswell’s defenses systems in its radius. With a mind of its own, the continental storm sized coronal, Panident, ascended into space, with part of its essence transferring into photons. Where it was going was not clear, but to Earth’s gain, this aggravated strand of the creature appeared to be leaving for the time being.

Though this could be seen as a victory, EarthF67x lost something it valued greatly; their confidentiality. Within every particle of Panident's widespread existence, was the functionality of technopathic recollection. Whether it is phones, monitors, computers and beyond, their essence registered to The Cosmic Datasphere in a manner that seemed ethereal. Resorting technological items and accessing lines of data linked to them was a reality. In the very near future, this intel would come into to play when ushering for peace. 

[b]De Haute Taille[/b]

Information began to pour in on the teleprompter in front of Margaret Iedereen via Panident; almost more than she could analyze. It could not have been more convenient considering the first lines of communication between her and the native planet were mere seconds away. Excited; what she expected to see couldn’t have been further from reality. A shriek of disgust slipped out her mouth but she recovered smoothly.

It took every fiber of her being to ignore his revolting appearance but she humored his blatant mockery with an ecstatic greeting.

[i]“Hello, Sir!”[/i]

Stroking her chin, she actually took her time with her response for once. 

[i]“Trouble? [url=https://youtu.be/y1OhC9h3flY?t=96]No…No…No….No-no-no-no-nooo…[/url]” She spoke with a cracked smile. “Like I mentioned before, we have no idea how we got here. Actually, where are we?”[/i]

Her spiel continued whether she got a response or not.

[i]“Since we are here, I can undoubtedly ensure reparations for any inconveniences caused. They’ll be paid out at your government’s whim in resources that I’m sure could even be used to prevent things like this in the future. If it isn’t clear by now, we surrender. Though we were never on assault in the first place.-”[/i]

The longer her erratic monologue continued, the less it seemed that it would actually end. Only the gale-esque winds from a massive sized explosion flooding through the window would get her to stop. When it raised the frill of her skirt, her expression became that of a cartoon character hit by lightning. Without even looking at the window, she clearly saw the widespread ruin of the sudden antimatter explosion from hundreds of viewpoints. Still, she briefly turned to see it from the highest view Allure could offer. 

Margaret then took a deep breath before averting her gaze back to the display. She placed the back of her right hand on her forehead, showing signs of lightheadedness. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell dramatically to the hardwood floor with one hand in the air. Luckily for Allure, her “faint” for the most part, was simply for the sake of being dramatic and could she still comply. The New Roswell representative could not have been thrilled to see this, however. 

Trying to gain composure, Margaret attempted to ready herself for whatever the operative was about to say but a large thump caught her attention. Propped up against the window like an insect on a windshield was the reason for all of this mayhem, Merse Granstrum. In obvious pain, he began to slowly moved his left hand to tap on the window. Even with everything that was currently taking place, he held a slight grin. 

A neon outline illuminated the window and it fell in. When it did, the information broker rolled just to the left of Margaret, lying on his stomach. He could see the unfamiliar individual on the display and surprising had little to say. 

[i]“She’s going to list resources…”[/i] he barely mustered to mumble.

[i]“Now if you excuse me. I going to take a much-needed cat nap.”[/i] Merse’s forehead then caromed off the floor like a drunk on a bar counter. Going with it, his associate began to yell out things in attempt to cease fire. 

[i]“We have unlimited energy! Programmable matter! A bottomless well of information in regards to the trillions of trillions of species and civilizations in the galaxy!”[/i]

Seeing Merse in this state concerned her, but it was clear he somehow found a way to affect the explosion for the better. Clearly not enough, but the tower barely felt anything, though neighborhood-wide destruction was ever-present.

His original idea was to drive Thomas Balvice, Anathema and now Goldman into the pressure well of the Earth’s mantle considering they all conveniently fell in. That he accomplished, but his animal intuition foretold additional danger. Merse just managed to reverse a portion explosion onto itself the instant he sensed it was coming. The humanoid feline attempted to implode the blade but did not have enough time. He ended up creating a condensed, but perhaps, much more powerful blast, with the result being the three individuals taking on even more of the brunt of the force. Anything within the hole was likely to dissipate without the aid of supreme metaphysic or magical abilties. Additionally, anything that managed to survive was buried by an implosion of infalling land.

Had Merse not been on a rooftop during its inception, he may have been among them. The only reason his manipulation proved to be successful was because it was still within the circumference of his runic circle. His last-second leap hurled him far opposite of the event, but he like everyone else in this section of Allure, became conscious to the sheer output of the blast. Destruction held no discrimination and everything that wasn’t magically enforced was blown to smithereens. All traces of Panident on the surface that were being monitored got swept away in a colossal stream of wind and dust. Caught in its flow were Eddie and Claine with the latter of the two opting to spear his counterpart into the flow of liquid as several buildings collapsed onto them. 

[i]“Get down!!!"[/i]

In many ways this was the best option to ensure their safety, though flows of electromagnetism began to affect it via satellite, turning the river a solid black…