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A look of apathy and stoicism remained on Thomas' face as immense changes in the battlefield took place around him. The sense of wonder he would usually feel had been displaced by his warped mind, and even as the whole team, including some new faces and Marianne from his very pocket, gathered around him, he seemingly paid little to no heed to them. Kanbaru's anger towards him was similarly lost on the boy and he didn't give the whale so much as a look, her words distorted and faint to Thomas as though he were underwater. The only thing that obviously fazed him was the birth of Nephuna, golden eyes narrowing as they tried to discern the best action for their vessel to take, sensing the danger of this new fusion. They watched on as Kanbaru moved into action, and was subsequently countered with a deadly barrage, observing what they could about this new foe. 

Meanwhile the Abyss had completely dissolved to reveal the very fabric of the Tower itself, its brilliant core under a heavy assault from a small group of Nephuna clones in an infinite landscape of darkness offset by bright green data. Thomas responded with complete indifference once again, only reacting once again as the cry of the original Nephuna resonated into the void. Dark spectral wolves emerged, birthed from the self-inflicted open wound on her chest, a pack that rushed at the group immediately, primed and ready to shred anything in their path to pieces. But for all their hostility and instinct to do harm, the will of the Gold Eyes held, within Thomas, such terrifying malice and hatred that the boy didn't hesitate to face them. The thoughts and influence brought on by the Eyes replayed over and over again in his mind, his utter animosity towards Nephy carrying over to her fused form. No matter his feelings on Runa before, anyone who conspired with a mutt deserved to die like one.

In the blink of an eye he was gone, spiralling forward in a cloak of shadow that left him quite camouflaged in the mostly-surrounding blackness. When he reappeared again his glaive was at ready, twin blades shrouded in darkness, twirling it at a rapid tempo to tear up a few of the abyssal canines in his direct vicinity like blades of grass to a lawnmower. With a path to Nephuna cleared, the Eyes drove Thomas forward impetuously, continuing to feed him venomous thoughts and ideas to keep his mind warped to their destructive will. The boy, who would have usually stayed back to help finish off the remaining wolves with the rest of the group, leapt forward to meet Nephuna's verbal challenge, disappearing into darkness once again and erratically circling the caped warrior in a flurry of shadow at breakneck speed. 

A faint, but piercing, golden glint from behind Nephuna finally gave way to Thomas' emergence from his dark veil, the young Violet launching himself at the horned foe. His glaive morphed seamlessly into its sword form, the same blade that had pierced Nephy earlier now ready to slice through her fused form's neck in the same way. He remained unspoken, as he had done all this time so far, a silent killer who wouldn't hear his own words even if he did speak. Besides, his countenance spoke for itself. Those glowing Gold Eyes locked onto their target, a wild and near inhuman look to them that communicated nothing but deep, deep execration.