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Zero listened to Amaterasu and Mitsuko explain their mission, but knew much of this information already. Information shared between the gods when they convened earlier had already been known to Genesis, and therefore it was known to Zero. That said, they had little idea what the act of battling, overthrowing, or killing a god would demand of any of them. They only knew what Genesis ever knew, and Genesis had never killed a god, or even encountered a being comparable to one until they breached the multiverse. The task was daunting, and largely unknown, but Zero did not balk at it. This was the mission they had been born for; if they did their best and that was not enough, then so be it.

Even so, as the others made final preparations, Zero similarly took stock of the advantages currently posed to it. A dead world, bereft of life besides the mad gods, sounded like a rather dull place to Zero, and they knew that their ability to mimic and disguise themselves would be of no benefit. With their subtle option irrelevant, they considered their unsubtle options. These were far more numerous, a veritable cosmic library of genetic combinations, form and function flowing together in perfect sync. A million shapes from a million worlds, ripe for the choosing. Zero hoped that even one would suffice.

Then, for the sake of backup, they sent an inter-dimensional telepathic pulse back to Genesis. More than their typical "handshake" psychic communion that was performed at regular intervals, it carried a request. Red Heralds, Zero wanted access to as many as Genesis could spare. Genesis could spare very, very many.

[color=C0C0C0]"I'm ready. Let us commence."[/color]