The lightning of the Unicorn fell, and the serpent sprung up from the ground; and when the carapace split under the impalement and pieces of its morbid construction splintered, there Zaofan felt the fingers around its blade loosen just a bit, and found his cue to exit.
"Go! Do it!" His spiralling aura exploded now that the deadlock had eased, the course of his acceleration ramping up once more as he shouted again once more as he began to slide off to the side. "GOOOO!!!"
For a moment, the energy of the fusion had risen, dangerously unstable as its components struggled within, and as he careened off, Zaofan though he could see a shape escaping from within the God of Reality.The entire behemoth shudders once, twice, then power ripples and throws Sasheem out as the god wails in pain. Held and Sasheem can see his skin ripple, a hand stretch through his stomach and attempt to breach his skin as if stuck from within. The God reaches down and pushes the hand back in, sweating, face contorting between Grinthorn and Sakin for several moments. Held, your eyes can clearly see the two energies within the fusion battling each other. Grinthorn and Sakin, each fighting the other. One to escape, the other for stable dominance.
It seems without both earrings on, the fusion has become unstable.
The behemoth body collapses, the focus to maintain it no longer possible, and two Reality Shards (of the small amount remaining) emerge from the ground and fly to the God. One strikes his back and merges with him, a cocoon of shifting energy surrounding him as he attempts to gain mastery over the fusion. The other simply implodes and creates two ten foot tall rifts in the air above the cocooned God, from wince an ominous black mist begins creeping in and surrounding the area, obscuring even HeldÂ’s angelic sight (which shouldnÂ’t be possible). Within moments hundreds of meters of the black mist has created a massive cloud surrounding the cocooned god and the area all around him, obscuring him from sight and sense.
Then suddenly the darkness flooded about the Forsworn World, and beyond the black curtain of mist bleeding from the schisms in reality, the shadow only seemed to grow.
What the hell? Risking a slow turn on the followthrough, Zaofan lift his head. Though he could the monolithic cocoon plainly before his eyes, and he knew it came from their enemy, beyond the form of the ancient being with all its twisted powers of True Magic, there was no prescence there. No ki, no residuals of magic as he'd known it, not even a spiritual pressure, only an absence behind that twisted shape, and an uncanny silence. How do we stop this thing?!
It might have been an impossible task to perceive reality, unfiltered, from the view of the divine. As far beyond a view of the spectral phenomena that animated the physical matter, to glimpse the very architecture of godly design, the liminal art of the cosmos itself was to be swallowed up the a tide of existential stimuli that threatened to wash away with it any conscious rationalization.
To master reality...to encompass the catalyst for change across the universe...
But as he tapped into the shards that animated the God of Reality's design, through the shifts it left in its wake, he became acutely aware the breadth of this creature's power, and along with this, the ties it held to this reality.
Though th Forsworn World held no animating force of its own, the Creation Energy that fed back to the gathering of Guardians had revealed that even the Angelic legacy Sakin had borne, the miraculous and awful powers of Eldfen, were linked, in some fashion, to the Cosmic Leyline; and across it, he could feel the force of Heka, the manifest hope, the living will of the Universe, in turn, bolster in of itself and expand throughout all things in this moment.
Reality, in of itself, rallying its resistance, and taking back that which they knew the God would take away from them. Their silence had fallen away, replaced by the valour of multitudes, put behind them right now, even when this creature began to pull apart a path between worlds.
The peoples of the Universe rebuffed his threats to return their fragment existence to One. Yet how ironic, all their eyes turn to us now in this moment.
When the blow was struck, the flicker of fear had amplified within the God of Reality.
Now, holding a portion of its own power within his hand, Ochazuke drew upon the Heka of the Universe behind them to take hold of it and distribute it amongst each member of their group.
No more tricks...
The cocoon obscured it from their perceptions, just as the shards stole their autonomy. Casting the iron wind of Kongosho upon the battlefield, he would attempt to nullify the god's attempt to hide, and bolster their group's resistence to its curses.
To action upon the power he'd gathered, however, would require something greater...