".....Little petal....our time is drawing to a close." Thorn Morgan reached out and placed her hands upon the confused Petal Morgans Shoulders. The change to the chamber had not escaped her senses, but whatever thoughts filled her head remained hidden beneath her smile. "Everything will be clear soon....I'm happy I got to meet you here."
With a powerful shove, Morgan was sent flying back.....and in an instance his scion of the grey thorns had been skewered by a hundred beams of energy. No defense was raised, no attempt to dodge...her ethereal body rippled and exploded, energy expanding in a cloud which remained hanging in the air before collapsing and being absorbed into the machine around them.
What followed was a surge of energy across the framework of the chamber. It interacted with the energy, the foundation, that ochazuke layed with his own power and the lords authority.
There was a groan.....and with it.....everything came together.
Agravein had already summoned a blast of corrupting miasma, throwing it to meet Rexs attack.....neither hit their target.
The drain that had been slowly filtering the void from the chamber intensified a hundred fold...and no longer limited to only void. Agraveins misama veered away and was sucked into the crystal around them, as was the void in his body.....he let out a scream and attempting to hold in what he had, but at this point it was no longer within his power. The void he had collected was forcefully yanked from him, leaving him weakened to the point he could no longer even stand on his own two feet.
The force showed no more mercy to Rex then his foe however, the beam he launched veering away....absorbed into the structure around them, and to his possible horror....so too was it pulling upon the ghost hakai that he had layered his defense with. Already trace amounts had been sucked in, and more was being pulled away.
Below them, the massive void conduit grew dim...Ochazuke could sense massive amounts of energy being pulled up from it and channeled through the machinery, too much energy. The conduit was being drained of the energy sustaining it, and it was pooling it all into...
A spike of pain struck Ochazukes brain...his connection with the forces around him feeding back into him with sudden, violent force. Something was wrong.....the flow would not answer his authority, and nor could he undo what had been created with his power. He had bridged something, and now something on the other end was holding the door open.
Within the crystal....the eye slowly began to disintegrate. To Ochazuke, the room seemed more ablaze with power then ever before....focused now upon the throne.
Something old, something immeasurable flowed up the channel of energy and into the throne. The conduit collapsed....whatever had remained inside the magicite had finally come to its end. the remains of an outer god, no more then fuel for the coming fire.
Then....with a hiss, several streams of molten liquid poured from outlets atop the throne. Slowly, it drizzled down upon the bones of the Queen, spreading out in a slowly congealing web of silvery tendrils.
Ochazuke found himself unable to move, pressure bearing down upon him from all directions. The ring, the royal authority of Amdapor, burned in his hand. It seemed no-one else in the chamber was faring any better....with Agravein on his hands and knees, while Rex found himself fighting just to keep the force around him from pulling at his hakai.
the liquid orichalum spread over the throne, knitting and winding between each bone....filling in where there was none while slowly covering and taking shape. The skeleton twitched, then jerked slowly from side to side. Its arm raised, first weakly....then more as the material filled in the space and solidified. Soon the skeleton had been covered in its entirety, and slowly a form took shape from the mass.
For a moment, a human shaped mold of orichalum sat motionless upon the throne....then slowly, it pushed itself up. Silver featureless skin molded into the shape of a human, silver gave way to a hue of dark purple, and then pink as a facsimile of skin formed around it.....followed quickly by attire, conjured from the very skin itself. Even hair seemed to expand forth, carrying with it an artificial sort of perfection....as most of the body seemed to have.
The woman cocked her neck from side to side, seemingly musing to herself. Her ice blue eyes scanning the room and each of its occupants.