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*Thrusts my hands outward, unleashing a pulse in all directions with substance-manipulating properties, turning all matter it touches into raw energy and all energy into harmless, gaseous matter*
*I, being composed of essentially null, am once again unaffected. In fact, a radius around me remains pristine simply by all higher forms of energy being consumed by my presence. All the while, my psychic presence imposes an air of coming doom over the entire battlefield, friendly and otherwise. Around me, organic flesh begins to decay, metal rusts, stone collapses into sand. When I speak, it is with a low whisper that is still somehow heard from miles away.*
I thank you, truly. You have freed me from my mortal form and let me persist. Well, you didn't let
me, I just did. You couldn't have known that I would live on through sheer force of will. But then again, one can't predict what will happen in a battle between someone who refuses to lose and someone who refuses to die. I won't call myself a god, because that implies some lofty ideal and I'm honest with myself at least. I am simply a spark. Behind me...
*I gesture upwards towards the wretched abyss. Patches of green and white are in the skies above, and they are growing.*
Is the flame. We're not inexorable, but you've done nothing to set us back. Rather, you've done nothing but call out to us, scream into the void.
Don't be surprised when the void answers.