Dragonball M, Chapter 5: Clarion’s Call! The Signal! The Fate of the Universes!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Lips curled into a snarl, Koorimaru lift the Hakai from the egg, and Agony spread like fire through his fingers.

This...is...nothing...!

"If this is her last one, then she had fallen before. She had come back," he hissed. "But down there..."

Daring just a bit more, Koorimaru then dared to being siphoning Creation to balance the traces of Hakai, his face contorting in pain as the echo of his dubious ascension began to fill his desperate thoughts.

"...down there, Sakin will end everything. By his side is Eldfen the Elder Dragon, a creature of True Magic. Even with your God Ki, such that is is, are you prepared to confront such a foe? Would your mother?!"

His teeth bared. Koorimaru lift one hand from the egg.

"And what good will she do from this cloister?! Lay among family for a moment before perishing with the rest of us?!"

Through great strain, he pointed a single finger upward, away from the Last Daughter, drawing upon the vestiges of Hakai within him in a balance with the Egg's Creation as he hurriedly sought to contrive a small, volatile miracle upon it.

"Don't be a fool, what is a moment more of a century if everything will cease to be without it?!"

She hisses, atomic fire curling in her mouth. At the same moment, the wisps of stolen Creation and Deatruction unfurl in Koorimaru and allow him his miracle.

She pauses, as if listening to another voice, then jerks a hand into the egg and pulls something out, cradling it with great care as she rockets away, leaving the egg there. The egg starts to warble and shrink, the Creation energy within becoming unbalanced as the godling within was taken away.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ochazuke, the Heka Flow seems to almost eagerly react to your call. It engulfs Sarada, and through their bond Parsley as well. Golden energy suffuses and mends the body, the mind, and the soul.

To both the Saiyan sisters are restored their bodies and energies, the faith of their people a palpable balm to them.


Praxat, in response to Avoca, you do manage to sense the restored Parsley and Sarada.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

This is good...

Now to see whether their spirits are truly united as one required him to channel this intention, and where his own aptitude for such a task would be lacking compared to his brother, it was in no small part his own belief in Sarada that might make this possible.

He had only in part emulated the conditions; Zaofan's knighthood made him a rallying point on Reshlan, he had their trust from the start in full sincerity. In this task, Ochazuke served as a conduit for the hopes of the Saiyan Empire to realize their dreams of a better tomorrow.

A thirst for glories, to bear witness to personal battles... Couched within a mental state entirely removed of ego, the emotional tension was palpable beneath the surface. There was trepidation, certainly, and a certain shame for a lack of presence there, yet he remained resolute in finding what he sought among them ...to prove your own power, none of that matters. They believe that you must live.

So often, the lofty airs of faith are rendered fodder to the more cynical edge of reason. Indeed, Ochazuke had witnessed such a thing rendered once before.



But through the Saiyan Empire that believed in her, unified in a vision of what she had meant for them, perhaps it could be used to restore what was lost. Ochazuke leaned forward through the suspension field and spoke directly into Sarada's ear.

"I know you can hear me. Though your body may be broken, your limbs lost, your heart remains. If there would be any time to let down the walls of your Saiyan Pride that guard it, it would be now."

He set the Forger's Hammer nearby, channeling the Heka Flow towards Sarada.

"You called yourself a Super Saiyan God. Now listen well, do you hear your people calling for you? Believe in them now as they believe in you."

Drawing back, he raised the Hammer and drew the energies over her.

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Elsewhere, should Parsley be conscious, perhaps she might witness in part this manifestation of Heka; in part, an illumination gathered to a single purpose, but that in itself would not be sufficient.

For to change the universe would require a power beyond the control of gods; to find it required a selflessness enough to hear the will of others and find the strength beyond one's self to answer their belief.

In some manner, should she receive them, he Saiyan Empire's belief in this moment was hers to grasp as well.**

(OOC: Cleric, please vet the effects of Heka.)



The smile, for a change, did not unfurl from the corner of his mouth as Ochazuke heard Jinzi.

So she'd awakened... Long had he thrown himself into these efforts to prepare himself and others for this moment. For nearly two years since before the first voyage to Reshlan began, his quest to find the truth of his martial lineage had turned from a fixation on righting history to a near obsessive vigil once he had discovered the sordid means by whuch the Guardians were brought low. With the proximity that Grinthorn had to these matters, there was little choice but to meet the matter head on.

Hearing Karis' name, for just a moment, allowed Ochazuke to remember the hell that Wilhelm had crawled out of. Through Auroc's Gate through the Way Between Worlds, their resettlement on Earth was, but for their circumstances, he had held with the utmost regard; in some small manner to himself, that there would be something beyond this fight.

"Cheh. Who the hell do you think I am?"

As the United Front dissolved, his Meditation Field brushed against the space where the EDF cruiser had been, where Jinzi and Kenshiko had gone with them as far as they could go. Now the space where she once stood fell empty once more.

Ochazuke grumbled, his thoughts stilled as he lift his right hand to his heart.



He had attempted to appeal to her reason, plot ahead in an attempt to outmaneuver the plots that had been written since the start of what felt like eternity. In the end, he sighed, for the point was ultimately moot.

"Let let us see it done."

No sooner had this brief respite between Guardian and Denizen passed that something began to stir. Immediately he cast the message across the communication band, where it might reach those in the thick of the fighting with the last of Cancer's fortress.

"Sakin prepares his next move. We will move to intercept."

Through the Heka Flow he felt the sentiment of the Known Universe at his back, a pillar of support that gave him the strength to see the Gotengo climb to the proper position. The data feed, too, was carried to any eye that would bear witness among countless allies that stood with them in spirit as the bow drill turned.

So while time was still left to them, from where they stood watching, even as Ochazuke's voice echoed across the expanse of the Universal Leylines, he dared to request one last thing of these peoples and their distant worlds.

"All of you now, from across the edges of the cosmos, through paths of this reality to the next, from this life to the world beyond...Grant me your energy!"

The hearts of the universe were not backward now, but the moments were fleeting. Through Genki, he would do what he could with the time they had left to gather their Fighting Spirit for the battle to come...

More energy than ever before poured into Ochazuke. An entire universe, and even beyond it, have given him their faith. Their hope, their love, and all their sorrow and pain too. Everything they had, he is given.

It is nearly transcendental. For this moment alone, one human bears the greatest Genki-Dama ever assembled in all of the universes.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Efrideet chuckled at this response, how could she not? "So this is Inanna's fault then, in part. How very fitting. But your ignorance is perhaps far more to blame."

She gestured at the device Genesis had been focused on.

"Like these Carrion Engines, to Sakin you are nothing more than a tool. Once his vision is realized- if it's even possible for one as mad as him- you will be discarded. Too weak to carry out your threats then, I should think?"

She pauses and looks at Efrideet.

“How so? He cannot….restart without me, that is…what I have been told. What….makes you think he……lies?”

She turns from the machines now, her focus some on the Goddess.

“My purpose…..is Genesis. Rebirth. Without…..me he…fails.”

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

She pauses and looks at Efrideet.

“How so? He cannot….restart without me, that is…what I have been told. What….makes you think he……lies?”

She turns from the machines now, her focus some on the Goddess.

“My purpose…..is Genesis. Rebirth. Without…..me he…fails.”

Efrideet quirked an eyebrow. "Why would he allow you to persist past your usefulness, when your existence alone threatens his life's work? Your existence becomes a liability past a certain point. As does mine, and everyone else opposed to his glorious Utopia." She explained calmly. "With the Faerie Binder's pacts too, potentially, null and void... there is also nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wills once he has what's his."

There was a pause, as Efrideet considered one of the machines she was unfamiliar with, before she glanced back at Genesis.

"Not that, I suspect, such a thing would've stopped him to begin with. He is well and truly mad. He'd sooner end everything, than allow another to reshape the Universes." She said then, with a smirk. "Why do you think he so willingly threw away his few remaining allies? Only you, and Eldfen left now, for sure..."

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Ochazuke, the Heka Flow seems to almost eagerly react to your call. It engulfs Sarada, and through their bond Parsley as well. Golden energy suffuses and mends the body, the mind, and the soul.

To both the Saiyan sisters are restored their bodies and energies, the faith of their people a palpable balm to them.


Praxat, in response to Avoca, you do manage to sense the restored Parsley and Sarada.

" My electroreception has detected Parsley and Sarada. They are okay. Parsley is on Held's ship and, Sarada is on the Gotengo," Praxat said.

[grampagen]

Enhanced as he is, and unprepared as they are, Zaofan tears through the two with swift precision.

Cancer, now with only six acolytes left, turns as she feels their death and the Beast God hammers a hard blow that sends her flying toward her remaining children.

He floats close to Zaofan and nods.

Slowing still in the followthrough, Zaofan felt the shock of his strikes push seamlessly through, and it was if the impacts had already happened before he had time to register them.

"In this life, one cannot separate the self from others, but by the look of things it seems she's taken this quite literally. Still, it doesn't matter if she falls six more time if she makes the seventh count."

His words carried the confidence of his analysis...however, in this middle of this profound martial revelation...he'd forgotten that the former Ulthan and his daughter were keyed to a different communication channel; it was likely that he couldn't even see Zaofan's lips flapping through the light-reflective dome over his helmet.

Thoughts were fleeting...but with a gesture, perhaps the Beast God might get the gist of it. Zaofan's body shifted into a loose stance as he drew an arm back before the the Kaiju-jin.

"You've been at it a while...but if we get close we can save energy, take them out one by one."

For a second Zaofan's frame blurred, his visage stealing forward straight towards Cancer, only to dissolve as the Before Image phased out just as he reached striking distance.



Attacking from a distance would not do either, the Optic Blast would probably shatter his helmet. Yet now that Zaofan knew exactly where his limits matched up with theirs, he'd entrust the deed to his hands, seeking to use this full-body feint to get their attention before breaking off to take out as many of the remaining Arcosian thralls as he could, one after the other.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

It was dark. It was like Sarada was floating in an endless sea of empty space with no escape in sight. She could see nothing but she couldn’t feel anything either. No pain, no sensations, nothing. She supposed that was good, considering she got blown to hell or something. She had no idea what happened or how or why she got in the position she was in. All she knew was that her friends were still fighting while she... she couldn’t even lift a finger to help them.

She hated it. She hated this. She hated being so useless. It felt like a sickness. A horrible, disgusting sickness.

"I know you can hear me. Though your body may be broken, your limbs lost, your heart remains. If there would be any time to let down the walls of your Saiyan Pride that guard it, it would be now."

He set the Forger's Hammer nearby, channeling the Heka Flow towards Sarada.

"You called yourself a Super Saiyan God. Now listen well, do you hear your people calling for you? Believe in them now as they believe in you."

Drawing back, he raised the Hammer and drew the energies over her.

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Elsewhere, should Parsley be conscious, perhaps she might witness in part this manifestation of Heka; in part, an illumination gathered to a single purpose, but that in itself would not be sufficient.

For to change the universe would require a power beyond the control of gods; to find it required a selflessness enough to hear the will of others and find the strength beyond one's self to answer their belief.

In some manner, should she receive them, he Saiyan Empire's belief in this moment was hers to grasp as well.**

Suddenly, the deep baritone voice of Ochazuke pierced through the unyielding blackness like a booming broadsword. As usual, his words cut straight to the matter and, perhaps unintentionally, revealed to her the full extent of her injuries.

Body broken... no limbs...

That level of trauma was staggering. It was beyond anything she had suffered in years. Even when fighting Tundra and being brought to the brink of death time and again, at least her body was still mostly intact. Whatever attack hit her had completely shredded her body. It was beyond her comprehension, but dwelling on it in a futile attempt to understand how something like that could happen when she was staring that bitch Cancer in the face the entire time was nothing more than a complete waste of time.

It was a harrowing reality to reckon with, but the truth was that Sarada was in no position to claw her way back from the brink again. But... it felt like she didn’t have to.

There was a sound; it was like a roar in the distance. It was faint at first, but it was definitely there. The words were indistinguishable from each other. It was like a mish-mash of chatter, impossible to understand, but the collective meaning would be more than clear.

Listen well... If she had listened well, Inanna would still be... no, focus. Do you hear your people calling out to you?

Her eyes were closed, so her ears were able to completely focus on the ever-growing roar of voices as it gained clarity. She still couldn’t detected individual voices, but the sentiment was clear.

Belief.

Hope.

Trust.

Not just in them all, but in her. Not just a select few, but truly all of them. Even after several of them attempted to overthrow her earlier that day, the dire and truly life-or-death circumstances the entire universe found itself in had compelled everyone to cast aside their animosity and mistrust and finally place their hopes in her hands.

Sarada felt something tug at her heart strings. They... believed in her. It wasn’t a new thing, but it never failed to touch her.

Now believe in them now as they believe in you!

The booming words echoed through the chasm. Sarada opened her “eyes” and saw what had been accompanying the roaring voices that had steadily been enclosing around her. A golden wave, hope personified. The tangible hope that her people had in her to carry them past that final obstacle and into the future she promised them. To do that, she had to believe in them in turn. Believe that their hope could reverse even the most grievous of injuries.

She knew firsthand what their hope could do. It was what allowed her to transcend their race’s limits and achieve godhood. Without them, she wouldn’t have survived against Tundra. Without them, she was nothing. She knew that well, so how could she not have as much faith in them as they had in her?

With the aureate crowd of roaring cheers nearly upon her, she spread her “arms” out wide and closed her “eyes”. Together, we can do the impossible.

Ochazuke, the Heka Flow seems to almost eagerly react to your call. It engulfs Sarada, and through their bond Parsley as well. Golden energy suffuses and mends the body, the mind, and the soul.

To both the Saiyan sisters are restored their bodies and energies, the faith of their people a palpable balm to them.

The faith of the Saiyan race overtook Sarada, swallowing her up like high tide. it permeated every cell and beyond. It seeped past her physical body and washed over her very being. Sarada had never felt anything like it.

Parsley had.

The warm, soothing embrace of Heka Flow was an unexpected but welcome balm that soothed her wounds. The pain that had been radiating through her holey body subsided into nothingness, leaving nothing but the renewed and reinvigorated strength.

For Sarada, it was the same, but to a greater extent. Before Ochazuke’s eyes, her body was made whole once more. Unconsciously, her new limbs twitched and flexed, as if growing accustomed to actually existing in a physical form once more.

There was a deep breath from within the suspension field, followed by Sarada’s eyes fluttering open. The first thing she saw was the Martial Master’s stern grimace. “Urgh,” she groaned. Her throat burned from that single utterance but it felt good to actually feel something. “The hell happened?” Her being with him on what looked like the Gotengo provided all the evidence she needed that what she had just experienced wasn’t a hallucination, but reality. Miracles had been raining from the sky constantly that day; her being alive and okay was just another in a long list.

“Thank you.”

At the same time, Parsley jerked awake and suddenly shot up into a sitting position. She touched her chest and arm and found that her flesh had been made whole again. “I’m alright,” she muttered to herself. The gift of Heka Flow had once again proven its worth as an invaluable boon from Banespell.

She took a cursory look around once her vision cleared and found herself on Held’s ship, the Galloping. The very same ship Avoca once raided for every snack to be found during an inadvertent trip to Earth years ago. “Held? Thanks for bringing me aboard. ” The last thing she saw before blacking out was Cancer. “Cancer, have you had the chance to look into her?”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat decides to take a walk around the Coldlight to ponder what to do with her time.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Efrideet quirked an eyebrow. "Why would he allow you to persist past your usefulness, when your existence alone threatens his life's work? Your existence becomes a liability past a certain point. As does mine, and everyone else opposed to his glorious Utopia." She explained calmly. "With the Faerie Binder's pacts too, potentially, null and void... there is also nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wills once he has what's his."

There was a pause, as Efrideet considered one of the machines she was unfamiliar with, before she glanced back at Genesis.

"Not that, I suspect, such a thing would've stopped him to begin with. He is well and truly mad. He'd sooner end everything, than allow another to reshape the Universes." She said then, with a smirk. "Why do you think he so willingly threw away his few remaining allies? Only you, and Eldfen left now, for sure..."

Genesis is about to reply before she quirks her head, a curious expression on her face.

“And them”

A tearing sound rends the air and Efrideet feels the familiar godly essence of Remnant appear in the upper atmosphere, heading straight for her.

Genesis steps back and nods.

“I will…contemplate what…you said. Be careful…..Remnant…seems…enraged beyond the…norm.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Slowing still in the followthrough, Zaofan felt the shock of his strikes push seamlessly through, and it was if the impacts had already happened before he had time to register them.

"In this life, one cannot separate the self from others, but by the look of things it seems she's taken this quite literally. Still, it doesn't matter if she falls six more time if she makes the seventh count."

His words carried the confidence of his analysis...however, in this middle of this profound martial revelation...he'd forgotten that the former Ulthan and his daughter were keyed to a different communication channel; it was likely that he couldn't even see Zaofan's lips flapping through the light-reflective dome over his helmet.

Thoughts were fleeting...but with a gesture, perhaps the Beast God might get the gist of it. Zaofan's body shifted into a loose stance as he drew an arm back before the the Kaiju-jin.

"You've been at it a while...but if we get close we can save energy, take them out one by one."

For a second Zaofan's frame blurred, his visage stealing forward straight towards Cancer, only to dissolve as the Before Image phased out just as he reached striking distance.



Attacking from a distance would not do either, the Optic Blast would probably shatter his helmet. Yet now that Zaofan knew exactly where his limits matched up with theirs, he'd entrust the deed to his hands, seeking to use this full-body feint to get their attention before breaking off to take out as many of the remaining Arcosian thralls as he could, one after the other.

The Beast God roars out atomic lightning in agreement and follows. As Zaofan feints and draws two towards him, he realizes that with him felling two before, the rest are more cautious. Two others remain at range and fire Death Beams at him while the other two dodge around and engage him in fisticuffs. They take the brunt of it, but oddly seem hardier than the two that fell. Eventually, you do cave ones head in completely but now must dodge the Beam attacks.

The Beat God meanwhile manages to blast Cancer away long enough to flash fry one of the others with a truly impressive Atomic Lightning firestorm from his mouth.

There are now only four (one fist fighting Zao, two firing at range at him, and one staying back from the fight, observing).

Cancer quickly rights herself and lets a barrage of Hakai go towards Zaofan and the Beast God, not playing around anymore.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Praxat decides to take a walk around the Coldlight to ponder what to do with her time.

Prepare. Heal. The last fight would soon be upon them.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Prepare. Heal. The last fight would soon be upon them.

Praxat takes out the bug pendant she had turned her sword into and uses her Bio-Electromagnokinesis to reconstruct it back into a sword. She then goes off to work on honing her Bio-Electromagnokinesis and her swordsmanship in Mcfrog style Electromagnetokinetic Combat.

[grampagen]

The Beast God roars out atomic lightning in agreement and follows. As Zaofan feints and draws two towards him, he realizes that with him felling two before, the rest are more cautious. Two others remain at range and fire Death Beams at him while the other two dodge around and engage him in fisticuffs. They take the brunt of it, but oddly seem hardier than the two that fell. Eventually, you do cave ones head in completely but now must dodge the Beam attacks.

The Beat God meanwhile manages to blast Cancer away long enough to flash fry one of the others with a truly impressive Atomic Lightning firestorm from his mouth.

There are now only four (one fist fighting Zao, two firing at range at him, and one staying back from the fight, observing).

Cancer quickly rights herself and lets a barrage of Hakai go towards Zaofan and the Beast God, not playing around anymore.

BGM: Jackie Chan - Hero Story

Four down...

Instantaneously, the number of opponents, the impression of the images in the headcount dissolved in his mind as he crossed hands with the next of Cancer's acolytes. Zaofan was put on the defensive, and as the other two signatures raised around him,
Blocking an attack without aura would damage his space suit, and so his options had suddenly become further limited from his previous surprise attacks.

Limitation, however, was something he'd always been fully cognizant of.

If we don't have Parmesan...

He would not throw his hands recklessly, for the clash would damage his suit, that vital impediment. Furthermore, his opponent's openings were covered by his comrades at range. Yet the time to their thoughts, struck with hypnosis, so undisciplined, and without nuance...they were simply far too easy to read.

Fist, claw, foot or tail, this fellow before him kept swinging at him, and always seemed to miss as Zaofan drifted with the strikes as they came.

...we make do with Padano.

The rush of energy shook, unhindered in zero-gravity. Unimpeded, the Death Beams fell all around, and by the narrowest margins he dipped, turned topsy-turvy to dodge, taking advantage of the lack of gravitational pull to find new angles.

Zaofan never stopped moving closer to Cancer even as the Hakai closed around him.



Laser fire fell, destructive fire roused, and he moved to an absence of rhythm in the silence of space.

Then at the perfect moment, when the Arcosian's arm fell into full extension just a tenth of a microsecond longer, as one, pinprick crimson flash after the other shone to telegraph the Death Beams, Zaofan snatched the limb. Heaving with the passing momentum, he swung the body it was attached to into the laser fire, and threw him at his comrade idling at the back.

...but I'm working with a fully stocked pantry...a clean sink...and most importantly thanks to our mysterious benefactor, refurbished cookware.

In the reflected light of the Forsworn World that bathed the remainder of the Dark Moon, Zaofan floated like a leaf as his momentum from the swing turned him towards Cancer. His usual Ruby Quartz aura hadn't manifest since he moved to the battle, but as the Hakai drift toward him, he felt an answer beckon him from within.

For in the first time in over a decade, his ki channels - now rewired by Inanna's Divine Intervention - allowed him to perform the legacy technique he was forced to leave behind when he created the Optic Blast. Slowly it began to gather between the gauntlets, outside of his space suit. Cupping his hands together to his side, a blue light began to fill them...

[grampagen]

She hisses, atomic fire curling in her mouth. At the same moment, the wisps of stolen Creation and Deatruction unfurl in Koorimaru and allow him his miracle.

She pauses, as if listening to another voice, then jerks a hand into the egg and pulls something out, cradling it with great care as she rockets away, leaving the egg there. The egg starts to warble and shrink, the Creation energy within becoming unbalanced as the godling within was taken away.

BGM: Only a Chilling Elegy

As the Heart of Prant was seized by her abomination of a daughter, Koorimaru was left with the fading shell. The Last Daughter departed, and silently, he slithered his tail about the remainder of the freeform Creation Energy to seize it. Through the pain forcing itself through his energy pathways, there was nonetheless a cruel smile playing upon his features.



His left hand raised, finger extended. He traced her energy where it drifted, and beneath his fingers, blackened from exposure to Hakai and tattooed with arcane, near runic fissures from the unnatural suffusion of its ethereal opposite. It was paltry to the Remnant's, a far cry from Inda'ren...but there was a reserve now crawling within his flesh, stirring alongside his ki channels like ambrosia and poison.

Yet even a fragment of a diamond chipped to an edge will carve through an immaculate surface of its own making. Upon the fingertip, a precarious, volatile balance, was in a sense the same.

There is a faint spark of…..something. Potential, perhaps, still remaining in the bones and flesh of the preserved dragon.

"Yes... it will be a contest of more than simply physical might." Efrideet commented, as she came into view. "Which is why I am interested to see how they fare, it is one thing to kill a broken divinity after all; another thing entirely to fight one who has not been stripped of power, bound... and broken." Cancer would be a different beast, than She Who Stalks, or Inanna. Having time to turn that world into the 'nest' for her Coven; and not suffering from the limitations of a fractured mental state, or her power in general. What happened in the fight to come would be something to see. That said, she next turned her eyes to Koorimaru as he stared longingly at the latent energies within Jormungandr.

"One thing has remained consistent with you it seems, even if your body has not." Efrideet smiled and patted the corpse, the latent energy that saw to its demise coiling around her fingers briefly before returning to rest within its desiccated husk. "But have you glimpsed the meaning, beyond your scheming?"

That was the theory...the synthesis had failed before...but Asha'rah, Inda'ren, they did not know what they had.

Forged from black fire slagging the generative force, the mixture was of a colour nigh imperceptible, shadow cast from a warped lens that peers into nothing only to magnify emptiness.

And if it was from the fancy of the Elder Dragons that wishes are spun. the substance behind them will remake reality itself...

The pain stretched through the nerves, and the shock running through his single digit was like exposing flayed flesh to ice.

"...ohh hoh hoh hoh hoh..."

Of the Namekians and the Earthers, Koorimaru had beheld and partook of miracles of his own. Once he'd dared to ponder what lay beyond in the death of dreams. Now having lived through it...

...perhaps you will do to test it...

His lingering view passed, from the dredges of the moon where the Galloping escaped, from the great vessel of the Galactic Patrol, to where the Gotengo flew in formation with the Coldlight...

Then clasping his right hand over his left wrist, he shot his finger out and loosed the energy directly at Cancer, a volatile catalyst meant to rend and destablize the energies of those who would issue order throughout eternity itself or sunder chaos within existence with a mere thought.

Kill the dreams of the Immortal, unmake the Eternal. Godslayer Death Beam.