[img]https://i.imgur.com/rRMdFZQ.png[/img] [hr] Thomas exploding onto her with the power of the golden eyes was something Nephy had never expected. She had thrown away the runt as a useless hanger on that lacked the power the other team members had. Now she is getting pulverized and nearly obliterated as a violent hit of great energy cracked her cold shell and sent the wolf flying. She landed several yards away, colliding with a cavern wall and falling to the ground in near pieces. Her fake body is breaking down, her face coming undone like an old mask. Her veins are black with the witchcraft that powered her struggling to keep working after all the damage sustained. Like an automaton falling apart to rust, Nephy is breaking down and coughing up black bile. "What the hell is all of this..." She'd wheeze through heavy pain, attempting to stand herself up. She couldn't even see Thomas or Kanbaru, having been flung so far away. She'd attempt to pull herself up but instead fall flat on her backside, letting out a pained gasp. [color=92278f]"R-runa! Runa!"[/color] She'd call out, desperation settled in her voice. It felt like the end for a moment, that her life of pain and struggling would end here in this damp and ugly pit, a thought that terrorized her cold heart. A contrast to all the noise, it was peaceful. Quiet and silent, with only faint echoes of explosions coming from far away, the battlefields Runa left in her one final attempt to escape the cold and methodical rage of Katie’s. The demoness used her spear to hold onto and help herself stand still and walk onward, carefully, enjoying every second of this moment of peace. They were at the eye of the storm. It was all brought in here and now they could enjoy this short moment of peace. Runa stepped carefully, slowly - it could’ve looked as if she was wandering aimlessly, but she knew perfectly where to go - one gift to herself from the knowledge of the future. Careful, slow footsteps to shuffle along the dead sandy lands of the Abyss. She walked alone, through the desert, through the barren landscape, with a massive fire storming behind her. [color=FireBrick]"I am here, Nephy. I am here.”[/color], the wolf would hear to be said above her as with a grunt the demoness would finally drop sitting on the ground, breathing heavily and grunting still, blood leaking from her wounds. Her hands softly clutched at Nephy’s shoulders and pulled her closer, to her, head resting on demoness’s lap. [color=92278f]"I think...I think I'm dying..."[/color] Nephy struggled to pull herself up, supporting herself on Runa. She could barely move and possibly suffered from a concussion. The world was spinning and images were not clear. She only felt Runa and her flickering presence, and gravitated closer to it for comfort and safety. [color=92278f]"I can't...not the true death. Not here! We're not ready yet!"[/color] The wolf barked, summoning her remaining strength left. Runa’s body felt as real as it ever was, the demoness had to put all her remaining strengths and her entire will of existence into supporting her being from slipping away; the waves of time and data corruptions were washing over her, aiming to claim her and make her disappear forever. She struggled against it with her whole being - as usual, never showing it, her smile as cold and cheeky as always. As Nephy were coming closer to her, Runa pulled her closer, holding in her arms, while she struggled to sit properly, tossing away the remains of her ruined clothes, leaving her sitting in her shirt and shorts alone. The warmth of her wounded body collecting over Nephy, giving her the sought comfort, as they were to gaze from the distance at the sign of the great collapsing. [color=FireBrick]“Don’t you think it is… rather poetic that in the reach of freedom, it being so close to us now; we have to suffer the lowest of our existence..? We are very close, Nephetos. Take a rest right now, look at the fruits of our efforts”[/color], Runa said, lifting her hand up to point at the dance of fire and glass in the distance, which reflected the flickering shades of Abyss being corrupted. [color=FireBrick]“All we need is one last push”[/color] [color=92278f]"I know...we can make it...I want to try...we need to come together."[/color] Nephy's fondness for poetry was lost at the moment in her desperate state. She'd strain to pull herself together and use Runa's legs to support herself up onto her bottom, sitting next to her. [color=92278f]"Come into me and we can finish this...now is the time. I offer myself to you, and I'll be your weapon to shatter this jail."[/color] Runa’s hand, warm and soaked in blood caressed over Nephy’s cheek, rubbing it softly like this and looking eye to eye with her when Nephy spoke up. A frozen smile on the demoness's lips held still as she parted her lips to speak. [color=FireBrick]“A secret there is to reveal to you. In the state I am in now… this power of ours would work the most extraordinary. The most marvelous of all times”[/color], Runa said. It was true, her essence stained and corrupted by the shape of entropy allowed Runa to reshape it according as she saw fit. She closed her eyes and concentrated in her inner sense, her inner existence and twisted the remaining bits of herself to form a shape. To form a circle. Her lips unstuck from the smile to part and press against Nephy’s in a warm blood soaked kiss. Pressing Nephy closer and feeling the circle starting to fill. Their bodies flickered against each other, shape of breath shared and to become united, the shape of eyes watching at each other were to reflect the endless corridor of possibilities. Hands touching pushing through each other. [color=FireBrick]"Let's claim what is ours."[/color] Nephy returned the kiss, squeezing Runa's hand desperately like a child gripping it's mother. She'd open herself up to the flickering demon and offer all the strength, power, and pain that made up the wolf's being. It was time to bring down this jail by any means necessary, and as Runa said to claim what was theirs. [color=92278f]"Let's do it, together!"[/color] Two became one. *** A bright light of explosion was to be observed from every angle of the Abyss, and the whole realm was to become subjugated to this light for a moment or two. The concept of the “moment” itself was to dissolve in this light, as the time stood still only to expose the spraying shade of the blue light piercing through the ground and lighting up the ground under everyone’s feet, the corrupted and damaged matter of the Abyss itself was to become gripped by the light and squeezed in its firm, unyielding hold. And then the world started to twist, its shape turning and coming out of its rigid condition; the broken caskets of the old world shattering and sweeping into dust as the winds were to crush through them and to erase their shapes from existing. The mountain peaks were to touch as they leaned and bent towards one another and ground peaks were to disappear in the cracks of reality falling apart. Grounds were to touch the sky with its broken edges and the sky itself exposed in swirling darkness, the shapes of the souls imprisoned there shifting the clouds into the grimaces of vile rage, pointed downwards onto the reality which was to close up on the top. The falling and shaking Abyss revealed its true form - an isolated prison of no exit, an inside wrapped sphere.The heart of the abyss is laid bare and exposed, a large blinding light that is sealed over by powerful chains enshrined by god like denizens long long ago. The only way out is through. Flickering into existence and taking shape, Runa and Nephy's combined body is able to stay together in a single sphere. [url=https://i.imgur.com/Bpm83IT.png]Clad in a long black cloak with striking contrast of white and black in her long hair[/url], the ultimate challenge in Abyss floor prepared herself. The Nekuromata flickering with the edge that Runa's spear had as its main attribute, the raging winds blowing and bringing the dust up through which the figure were to approach with of little effort and attention to the raging nature with the floating crown of Runa's spears shaping a massive fan behind her, edges aimed at whatever was in front of the approaching warrior. A line was to be said with two voices, speaking simultaneously. [color=0072bc]"This world has opened up at last. Revealed its true shape. There is no escaping this place, unless..."[/color] The pair of cold eyes of two souls held cold rageous fire as its owner looked over the folded and twisted landscape. [color=0072bc]"...Unless it is to be destroyed. It is to be done. And you will be, together with it"[/color].