Luop nods, saluting, and alongside the Nevadian and Seri joins the fight. The remaining half, already battered, were clearly losing to those loyal to Neva.
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Neva, you reach the runic Sigil room and see you mother, battered and worn, kneeling and examining the runes.
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Ochazuke, his head titled forward, continued to examine the makeup of the spell, the countless threads woven through Reshlan's surface, and the parasitic infection of Auroc's essence festering below. The sheer enormity of the task that stood before them, however, was something he'd kept mindful of despite the little Etrina's analysis.
"That would be the issue, the spell is bound and drawn planet-wide," he said grimly, "and the energy is set to react in the event of either the Maven or Auroc's defeat. While this appears to be the xenith of the spell, set here beneath the capital, the range of effect will shatter the planet itself."
"Then while Auroc is occupied with the combat above, we shall take measures to isolate him. But I fear what remains innately in the planet itself may not be enough to counter the corruption."
The scope of the thing was growing increasingly evident.
"You might know this most of us all. By design, Auroc is Reshlan; Reshlan is Auroc," he said. The life of one tied inseparably to the other.
Loosing a slow exhale, he focused upon one source of the spell's power, the energy tethers that connected to every single Threshling on the planet. It appears Baradur was only a microcasm.
"Tell me, does the Queen have any faith remaining in the people who imprisoned her?"
Still standing tall, hands in the air, Zaofan's posture slumped briefly before he continued summoning the energy from the planet.
"You're here! Ha ha! Surely you can figure this out!"
For just a second fatigue had been setting in, particularly the stiffness around the cut on his shoulder. But the sound of Etrina's voice, that sharp confidence, it sparked new fortitude in him.
"Just say the word, and we'll support you the best we can!"
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Her urge was to run up and hug her mother, but she managed to retain her composure. Such a lack of decorum could wait until later. Now... she was just glad to see she still lived.
"I'm... back, Mother. And with friends, as you can see," she said, kneeling next to her to help with the runes. "My apologies for making you wait, but things go... well on the surface, all things considered."
These runes... hm, indeed, they were complicated, and when triggered would destroy the entire world. Beyond that, the flow of power seemed to extend throughout the entire world...
"Oh dear, that false god certainly has been keeping busy, hasn't he?"
This would be a task far too great for a single individual... thankfully, that was not the case. Her mother was here, as well as that Earthling Ochazuke--though their relationship was prickly, at best, she recognized and respected his capabilities immensely--and... one of that Earthling mage's foci, it would appear.
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As Goku spoke, Parsley listened, and immediately was given pause before he was even finished with his childhood. The man's name, his true name, was Kakarot. The man who had just died for the final time with her assistance was Kakarot, Sir Kakarot. When one died, the other appeared. It was too uncanny to be purely a coincidence. Further, the Kakarot standing in front of her was sent to another world as a baby, presumably to wipe out all life, just as Sir Kakarot was. Yet where the latter died on impact, the former hit his head as a child and had nearly all his Saiyan upbringing wiped from his memory.
The two looked nothing alike, but Parsley was beginning to wonder if there was more than just a name shared between the two men. Perhaps not the same person, but alternate versions of each other, like Zaofan and Sheriff Zaofan from Timeline 2.
She kept this to herself. Surely, alternate universes, timelines, and the like would go straight over head.
Putting that to the side in order to meditate on it further at a later date, she listened closely as she moved on to his transformations. Super Saiyan was triggered by the rage of losing his best friend. The same had happened with her, somewhat, as well as many others. Super Saiyan 2 was indeed triggered by training, in Otherworld of all places. She doubted she would need to travel there to train, but if so, she had the means of getting there. Super Saiyan 3 was touted as the most dangerous, and ultimately the most inefficient. She wished to learn, just to say that she knew it, but she had zero intention of actually using it unless she had to.
"I see, very informative." She smiled wryly. "You're a man who excels at training, Kakarot. Oh. May I call you Kakarot?"
Inanna stood at the epicenter, fists still clenched, the city around her in ruins... and yet she stood of her own free will.
"Haaa..."
When the beam of death magic spawned acid shot toward her, Inanna grimaced and with some effort... manipulated her Katchin accessories into a shelf, in an attempt to stop it.
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"Good. They may be the last allies we have remaining."
If only they could find the way. The corruption seeded throughout the planet seemed to leave them in that stupour, neither living nor dead.
Though currently preoccupied with the gathering of what ki remained independent of Auroc's curse to empower the collective effort, in his silence he remained in his state of heightened awareness of all proceedings on this planet. Railing against his expanded meditation field it was like a great ocean of subliminal noise. Still, the greater powers that roamed on the planet's surface, those who would determine its fate, stood prominently.
"This would be the handiwork of Auroc and the Maven," he said, "I heard it from one of your Knights, they believe that serving their master will allow them to transcend their mortality...I suppose that is true, in a manner of speaking."
The battle on the surface must have been turning to their favour if they'd found the time to come down here. Nevanlinna, and one other.
Still seated in the throes of deep meditation, by the skill of his sublime sense he still felt a crawling sensation at his back. There in her hand, crystallized ichor, with a presence unmistakable.
"...where did you get that?"
"I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding..." Blizzar breathed a sigh of relief, despite the state of his feet. "Best we clear the air, eh?"
The Arcosian knelt down and begins to charge his ki and focus his mind. With a mighty bellow, his telekinesis raged forth in an attempt to tear asunder the entire temple as well as expose his unseen opponent.
"Then prepare to feed energy into the rune on my signal.....and start thinking up ideas for the victory feast." Etrina side smirked.Still standing tall, hands in the air, Zaofan's posture slumped briefly before he continued summoning the energy from the planet.
"You're here! Ha ha! Surely you can figure this out!"
For just a second fatigue had been setting in, particularly the stiffness around the cut on his shoulder. But the sound of Etrina's voice, that sharp confidence, it sparked new fortitude in him.
"Just say the word, and we'll support you the best we can!"
"Nevalinna, good....was starting to think I'd be carrying his ritual on your mothers advice along." Etrina spoke, eyes focused on the ruin but attention spread around her. "If you would be so kind as to take up a position on the other side? We're going to attempt to re purpose this rune array to trigger a planet wide purge of aurocs influence.......as opposed to simply exploding. Perhaps you can introduce some of that Hozen with our changes to balance the magical equation...so to speak."
Nodded slowly, Etrina spread her hands, focusing her vast energies and then expanding it outwards. The energies flow from her to each foci, floating above the four corners of the array, who in turn mimic her actions and focus that energy down upon the Rune. "My foci will act as the array, focus our efforts.....Neva, Queen....when you are ready."