Whatever the means by which this entity stood before them, the truth of its nature was displayed quite plainly. That, in of itself, was cause for alarm; end enough to ground Ochazuke's faculties to the faint trill in his communicator.
All this time, the channel remained open, and he spoke his findings into it.
"...decrepit angel, sealed dragon...because this creature is both and neither, it is far stronger than either alone, and it seems nothing will be beyond its grasp," he said, "Be wary of
the shards...they are the catalyst...for uncontrolled change..."
Realizing the altered possibility contained in these broken pieces of reality, however, had seemed to only quieted the thoughts he spoke aloud. The
Forger's Hammer faded from his grasp, its weight eased, and upon the shattered surface of the planet, he found his footing certain.
The fracturing of reality had near deafened him to what had brought them to this moment. Struggling to escape the shadow of gods, this emergent Master of Reality sought to eclipse all to its wishes.
Yet as if compelled by something, perhaps recklessly Ochazuke then began to walk towards it.