The place was growing more and more crowded. Unexpectedly, however, hostilities were first opened by the revived and puppeted corpse of Ozzy who appeared besides Mia, aiming a blow for her face. His fist passed through her, blasting aside a host of shadows with the force. And yet, whatever his follow-up move was had been disrupted by the fact that the not-Mia was pissed. Because she knew she was going to have to kill Nathan now. And killing Nathan would piss of Logar. And she did not have time for this shit.
There was an explosion of force, as Ozzy was launched backwards. Speared onto a lance of darkness he shot through wall after wall at near sonic speed, flesh torn and burnt away as he was fired out of the palace itself. Like a cannon, he was flung away. The wires that gripped at the walls found the very ground and walls torn apart by the force of the attack. Had he survived the attack, it would take him quite some time just to make it back.
Where Mia had previously stood, was now a furious figure forged from liquid darkness. Shadowy blades orbited it, tentacles emerging from it's back, it's form constantly shifting according to it's will. White lightning played over it's form, a constant reminder of the Soular Powers this being possessed. The air seemed to tremble, superheated by random bursts of power, as the being looked around. A pair of glowing red eyes conversed it's rage to the world. Those who could sense souls would sense a truly unique Soul, a Soul constructed from millions of lesser Souls. As if this being had devoured the population of entire planets, somehow assimilating their Souls. Unlike 5, she had not enslaved fragments of their being, but rather was made up of these beings. A Soul Golem, almost.
The voice that emerged from it's mouth, surprisingly, was a girl's voice. But it did not belong to Mia, nor to anyone the present crowd would recognize. "You know, the last time I took this form I didn't even kill anyone. It made me feel a little empty, you know? So I think I'll call dibs on all the fleshy ones. You guys can kill the rest."
Cosmos chuckled. "Always quick to anger......Kihaku." He held up one gloved hand, his eyes cold. "I had originally designed this spell to kill the one known as Drac. It never quite reached the potency I had wished for, but it will deal well enough with the rabble." He snapped his finger, and a wave of energy seemed to travel through the room. A sudden chill, a tug at the soul that, for the living, did nothing but mildly annoy. But the Forsaken Troops gathered felt themselves dissipating. The magic that held them here was torn apart, as their souls dissipated back to the great stream of life. Their bodies fell to the floor, instantly decaying to their mere mortal forms. Decayed corpses and skeletons, robbed of all life in an instant.
Had Minx been a being of the ilk of the Forsaken, she too might have been taken. As it was, the spell certainly wasn't a pleasant sensation. It was a reminder that however firmly she bound herself here, if she could not find a permanent form, Cosmos might one day find a spell to wipe her away.
"Voidwalker. Deal with the cyborgs and the stranger in the cloak. Kihaku, kill anyone Bahamut doesn't kill. I believe I will work on combating the tricks of our friendly neighborhood witch."
The strange cloaked figure was already bounding towards Voidwalker, but she simply moved herself across the room before he ever reached her. The air seemed to be filled with tiny, purple, ethereal threads. Any attempts to get close to the Voidwalker or surprise her seemed nearly futile, as she rapidly teleported across the room. She stayed outside of melee range, and waited for somebody to perform an attack she could redirect. As long as she was here, nobody would portal in that the Omegans didn't want portalling in, and nobody here would escape through teleportation.
Bahamut laughed down at Bug. Flames surrounded him, as great dragon wings spread from his back. His blade was covered in brilliant light, and a single gem seemed to burn brightly in it's hilt. He was going all-out from the get-go, at full power from start to finish. He had every intention of wiping out the Drac bloodline, starting with the impudent whelp in front of him. "Just like your father before you, I will make you see the true meaning of my power!"
A punch like a blazing train, flames filled the interior of the room. Everything not shielded was burnt to a crisp, as the sheer shockwave blew the room to smithereens. A pillar of flame arched up into the sky, a force capable of melting stone instantly, anything combustible for almost a kilometer around spontaneously bursting into flame. The blade would come next, aimed to cleave Bug in two and burn his insides. He would annihilate every last insect in the Forsaken realm, burnt to a crisp.
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