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It had rattled.

As a darker dimension unveiled itself, a dimension that was composed solely of Soth, infinitely of Soth, Amaryllis’s sword had rattled. Not in fear, not in terror, but in anticipation. A greater foe. A greater meal. One that had no end and no beginning, no limit to the amount it could carve away. What the sword sought was to fight and to kill, and even the gravity of a Horror could not make it bow its head.

Her own blood felt like it had frozen. Her own heart felt like it had stopped. Her own legs felt like they were on the verge of collapse. Her mind roared at her to escape, her eyes couldn’t comprehend what was spreading out before her, her intelligence as a sentient creature of flesh and bone told her that there was no point in resisting if such a monster truly flexed their boundless might. But Amaryllis of the Rose was Amaryllis of the Steel, and through it all, she couldn’t help but smile. Her Sword wanted war, even now. It was nice to see that it remained a stupid, petty, mindless berserker to the end. And if this was how things were going to be, she’d unchain all that held it back too.

But things weren’t to be.

Things didn’t end.

Above, the stars shone on, inbetween the cracks of sundered reality. Below, dozens of magical girls fought on, a dragon raging. Annabelle was nowhere to be seen, only flickering chains remaining. And within this world, Soth’s voice rang out clear, granting them clemency, granting them a [i]scapegoat[/i].

It didn’t end.

Soth was free to try again. They’ll have to stop this again. The Horror will learn, and will redouble its efforts. She didn’t have to use her trump card this time, but how much longer would such a being remain amused with the struggles of mere humans? The Gods cared not to intervene, their hand never having been shown during this conflict. And that was only one Horror. As cosmically powerful as these beings were, they were also as numerous as the stars themselves. There was always another threat, another scheme, another something.

It wasn’t over.

The crypt fell back down into the earth, as the mass of eyes and tentacles gathered itself up again. No longer supported, it may be, but it was still monstrously powerful in its own right. Amaryllis tightened her grip, feeling the ironsand of her Sword’s pleasure scrape against her navel.

[color=778899]“Seraph of the Morning Star, attend to the dragon, please. As it stands, this creature is no longer the greatest threat within this land of the dead.”[/color]

Her heart was throbbing again, faster than ever, working itself into a frenzy.

[color=778899]“My sword alone shall be sufficient in extinguishing it.”[/color]

One step turned her into silver, another step turned her into light. She brought her full strength to bear, and the forsakened blade gorged itself without end within this godless tomb.

Soon, there was not one rusted rose that had not been dyed the color of the monster's blood.