thewizardguy said
The spectres, being mere ghosts, are unaffected by Unicron's power, playing out a thousand symphonies as the choir sings another round and the brightly smiling Bob dances around the raging planet. He shifts and turns, his movements as Elegant and entrancing as they are impossible, perspectve and space seeming to bend, as if one were to looks at reality through a dented mirror. He twists and turns, his arms elongating and shortening, laughing all the time in his sinister grace. And with each move, Unicron is hit by a wave of odd force, something he's never been capable of feeling before, as Bob claws at his very Soul.
Unicron yelled in rage. He let out a literal tsunami of dark energy, annihilating the specters, and pushing Bob away. "I have gone easy on you for long enough" the ancient one said, power growing within him, "prepare to face my full wrath!". Energy spiked from all over the planet, and it started moving. Every inch of the surface began changing. Emerging from the skin of the planet, were an uncountable number of miniature versions of himself. Despite this, they were huge, each one taller than 600 ft. They all charged outward from Unicron, who was not bothered by the loss of his mass. It was nothing, and would be regenerated in a number of minutes. And this was only the beginning of his power.
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