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 No.5034

>Date: November 10th, 2017
>Location: Null Space
>Time: Indeterminant

>A piercingly-loud pitch of condensed sound can be heard for seemingly miles, stretching across the infinite expanse of a void - one of a primordial origin, and a harrowing essence.

>Alongside the pitched sound, is a voice screaming in pain, a fused distorted sound of a man, and that of a monster - simultaneously occupying the same cadence.

"Master, I swear I'll remedy the situatiAAAGGGHHH!!!"

>A man in red continues to scream as energy rapidly diffuses from the open wounds on his body - with more obsidian black slices of what are seemingly energy, continue to rupture and lacerate his body. Feeling the singed pain of a fundamental burning in his body, the man slowly turns his eyes up towards the figure standing before him, panting heavily with an equally black substance pouring from the side of his mouth.

"Please…Show mercy to your most loyal of subjects! I have served you for eons, master!"

>A figure in black clothes, with snow white hair, and an unnatural alabaster white shade to his skin. His eyes, seemingly punctures in reality, are an unnaturally distinct vantablack - lacking in contours and depth, triggering the hindbrain reactions of mortal men.

"This is mercy, little wyrm. I tasked you with subjugating a universe. A mere triviality for our kind. Yet even with this, you could not provide me with something actionable. Something useful."

>In an instant, the white haired man with vampiric looking traits then simply snaps his fingers, causing the entirety of the empty space around them to begin to violently contract and compress towards the man in red.

>Panicking, the man in red pleads louder to his alleged master, begging him for a reprieve.

"Lord Unum! Please! Give me another chance to serve you! I will do anything you ask! Anything!"

>Raising an eyebrow in amusement, the white haired man then cranes his head to the side slowly and deliberately, his unnatural gaze of hollow black, with bright white irises intensively burrowing into the man in red, through his eyes.

"If you insist, little Wyrm. You will be given one final chance to prove yourself to me and Lord Malphus. If you fail us again, however - the unmoored will describe your fate in more ways than one."

 No.5035

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>>5034
>Date: November 15th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown
>Time: 11:23 AM

>The Meta-Human capital of the United States is traditionally a hotbed for all manner of chaotic circumstances. Technopathic criminals, runaway experiments, and the occasional bank robber far outside of their depth. However the city currently has experienced something rather remarkable for its history - a lack of large scale, city-destroying threats. Naturally, that is only ever a bad omen.

>On the corner of a street overlooking the intersection between two busy commercial avenues of businesses lined up for seemingly miles - a MRD trooper in standard issue armor finishes booking a pair of Meta-Human criminals. With energy restraints on the both of them, the trooper is seemingly unamused by their attempted crime spree.

"This is the fourth time a group of Metas have been reported for breaking and entering."

>Looking at the Meta humans, a pair of Brigadiers with their hoods up, the MRD trooper looks more disappointed under his helmet than irate.

"I'm serious. Look at you three. You're what, sixteen? Seventeen? You wanna throw away your lives with this crap? You think running around with some guns and superpowers makes you tough?"

>Kneeling down on one knee in front of the three hooded Brigadiers, the MRD trooper continues speaking.

"Your boss thought he was invincible too. You remember what happened to him? Thrasher's rotting in a jail cell for the rest of his life, with no possibility of parole - because he made a choice to throw his life away, like the three of you are doing right now. You want that that same life? Looking at a rickety old wall in a cell with the humming of a power dampener being background noise?"

>The Brigadiers remain silent, although all three of them shake their heads - nonverbally saying no. They're then escorted to the back of a MRD hovercraft and situated inside as the back harness starts to close.

"Then make sure this stays as a juvie record, and doesn't become a habit after eighteen. Because then, I can't help you turn things around."

>The MRD trooper then turns around and starts to walk towards the front of the same MRD hovercraft, as his partner trooper remains seated in the driver's seat.

"You know one day that pep speech of yours won't work."

>Scoffing, the MRD trooper then jumps into the other seat of the hovercraft, stating:

"Yeah well, somebody's gotta give those kids some hope. Y'know? Kids like that, they've got no role models. No support structures."

>Pointing a thumb out back at the Brigadiers, the trooper then speaks again.

"Two of those three are repeat offenders. Burglary, arson, weapons smuggling, intimidation and assault - but no homicides, terrorism, nothing that'll put them away for life. They've got a chance to turn things around Dave. I wasn't lying about that."

"No Brad, you weren't. I'll give you that."

>As the hovercraft is about to start up - the MRD trooper who's driving the hovercraft then narrows their eyes behind the visor of their helmet, stating:

"….Brad, you see that? Twelve o'clock - dead center."

 No.5036

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>>5035
>Magnifying the sight with their helmets, the MRD troopers then immediately see the disturbance in the distance - right in front of them, but around half a mile away.

"….Dave, what the fuck are we looking at?! Is that-"

"It's a fucking stampede of people - and they're moving like wild animals. What in the hell…."

>Immediately prepping the MRD Hovercraft for takeoff, the MRD Troopers are startled by the sheer speed and coordinated movement of the humans. But something is off in their minds, as they look more closely at the large congregation of civilians seemingly stampeding towards them.

"….They don't look scared…..Jesus Christ, Brad - look!"

>Pointing a finger in front of him, the other MRD agent follows the finger gesture to the exact spot that he's pointing to - seeing it as well.

"….Oh My God."

>The civilians aren't running in fear like a disorganized mob of panicked humans, tripping over each other. It's the opposite.

>They're moving as a systematic contingent of soldiers, feral, but simultaneously coordinated. They're running in multiple lines, like a coordinated phalanx of paradoxically starving soldiers. Seemingly organized to a fault, but also lacking in inhibition and restraint.

>As the civilians get closer, the MRD troopers can see that they're entirely pale white, partially deformed and missing portions or chunks of their entire skin and muscle.

"….Fucking hell, they're zombies! God damned zombies!"

>The MRD hovercraft barely gets up into the air in time as the zombies arrive, attempting to swarm the hovercraft.

>Surprisingly, one of the zombies jumps up with superhuman strength into the air, grabbing onto the side of the MRD hovercraft and exerting force to partially drag it down.

"Shit!"

>The MRD trooper in the side seat immediately gets out his blaster - firing it at the Zombie's face through the window, causing it to fall to the ground below.

>As it hits the ground with a loud "thud" noise, it slowly gets back up to its feet and twists its head back into place with a loud "crack" sound, now looking up at the MRD Hovercraft once more.

 No.5037

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>>5036
>As the MRD Hovercraft is getting its bearings and slowly rising back up - the MRD Troopers in the front seats finally realize what's likely causing the sudden zombie outbreak.

"…..Brad, you see that?"

>The MRD Trooper in the side seat points again outside, but off to the side in the distance. Towards the easter part of the city, a giant black dome of energy has appeared around several city blocks in the Historic Sector of the city.

"What the - when the hell did that show up?! I did a scan sweep of the area ten minutes before we booked these Brigadiers!"

"Whatever it is, I'd bet money that's the cause of this."

>As the MRD Hovercraft continues to fly, the MRD Troopers start getting reports from the central precinct.

"Commander Valkyrie has confirmed that our sister cities of Paradise and Haven have confirmed similar sightings. Large vantablack domes with spatial anomalies - and resulting swarms of undead zombies. Identity analysis of individual zombies has begun with preliminary stages of captured subjects - standing orders are to shoot and kill, as they appear to be truly deceased from immediate observations."

>The MRD Troopers look at each other and discuss the situation as it's currently unfolding.

"….You think the Spire's safest? We need to pull back there or to HQ. Though I'm not sure if the barriers can hold off an army of zombies."

"What about the civilians? We can't protect them and take on the swarm! There's way too many of them!"

>Sighing, the MRD Trooper shakes his head as he then says, through gritted teeth:

"…..We can't. But they can. Send an S.O.S. on an open broadcast."

"Really? You want to call them?"

"Does it look like we have a fucking choice?! Radio out a signal and broadcast an explicit request for assistance from Mosaic, Omnius and the other vigilantes!"

 No.5038

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>>5037
>Location: Sanctuary City - Archeon Incorporated - R & D Grounds
>Time: 11:23 AM

"You really think the board's going to be fine with this, Grayson?"

>Amber, the redhead Chief Technology Officer of one of the largest multi-national corporations in modern human history, has her arms on her hips as she raises her eyes at her boss. Despite being a 27 year old engineering prodigy, Amber still feels a combination of annoyance and irritation at the lackadaisical and seemingly indifferent nature of her 22 year old boss - Aiden Grayson, standing beside her.

>Hands in his black designer jeans pockets, with his black coat perfectly rolled up to the sleeves, Aiden has his sunglasses on his face, as usual, as he and Amber are standing side-by-side, observing a large mechanical structure that's being built in the center of the research and development acres of the large, multi-campus complex.

"Well the board wanted an example of an engineering project that could be used for deep space asteroid mining and exosphere satellite maintenance and management."

>Amber looks at Aiden with an incredulous look on her face as she replies:

"So your response was to build a 50-foot bipedal, humanoid mecha frame with the same degree of joint articulation as a human being - powered by a nuclear reactor?!"

>Aiden looks sheepishly at the mech, his hands still in his jacket pockets as he shrugs, saying:

"What, you don't like it? I think it looks rather novel."

>Amber then looks at the mecha frame more carefully, noting the two giant blaster weapons in either of its hands.

"And the giant laser blasters?"

>Aiden looks at Amber, stating:

"Mining lasers. Equipped with a refraction index calculation algorithm to alter the optical density of the resulting ionized plasma discharge-"

"I know what it is, Grayson. I'm asking you why it's there!"

>Aiden then shrugs and says:

"Much more direct than complex separate mining machine, no? Besides, Orion seemed to like it."

>Narrowing her eyes, Amber then states:

"Oh please, as if Thompson has any care or consideration for anything that happens at this company. The man doesn't have a single analytical bone in his body! You, I can barely accept as CEO - since you have some qualifications. But Thompson? The most complex thing he's ever done is determine which teams are assigned to what projects while eating a sandwich!"

>Amber, seemingly now beyond irritated, then says:

"He's completely out of his depth! I don't know what kind of dirt he has on you, but making him COO of the entire company was an absurd idea! Where did he even come from?!"

>Amber begins jabbing a finger at Aiden's chest, not causing him to move whatsoever, which slightly surprises her, as she keeps jabbing a finger at him.

"Him and Stella! While I have nothing against her personally, as she's a very kind and considerate person, unlike you - she still doesn't have the qualifications to be an assistant manager and secretary of this company!"

>Aiden looks at Amber, keeping his hands in his jeans pockets as he looks at her with his eyes behind his circular sunglasses, stating:

"So you're doubting me now, after tripling the company's market capitalization and increasing operating income Year over Year by double digit percentages consistently?"

>Amber looks somewhat startled as she steps back and crosses her arms, huffing in annoyance.

"You got lucky. We had some projects in R&D that your father was finishing up. That was his genius, not yours."

>Aiden now looks somewhat amused as he gives a small smile, saying:

"He didn't tell you did he? The kinetic dampening field and air scrubber integrated plating were my designs."

>Amber blinks, trying to hide a look of disbelief on her face as she replies:

"Nonsense. Silas was just being considerate to you. He always has been….to everyone…"

>Amber looks lost in thought after mentioning Silas's name, with her expression softening.

"Wow Amber. If you were 2 decades older, I'd probably be calling you 'mom' right now."

>Amber's face then turns red as she explodes verbally on Aiden, shouting profanities at him as Aiden shrugs.

>Calming herself down, Amber then mutters to herself, saying:

"Where the hell is Thompson anyways? He's supposed to be here at R&D to handle the delegation of project responsibilities!"

 No.5039

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>>5038
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown

>The air rumbles as Omnius rockets through the air over the streets. As he flies by the "zombies" are all picked up behind him and carried into the air, being pulled together in a mashed together pile of corpses.

>Without any actual visible movement from himself, he crushes the orb tightly together, and then smashes it into the ground - leaving a dirty pile of squished corpses almost resembling a swatted bug.

"Help! Please!"

>Omnius immediately shifts his attention towards a near-by alleyway. He flies towards it. There, a man and woman stand against a dead-end wall. The man stands in front of the woman while holding a trash can lid as he's just barely keeping back a pair of "zombies".

"Run..! Go! I can't hold them!"

>Just before the man's arms are about to give out, Omnius suddenly lands behind the pair of corpses, grabbing them by the back of the heads. He turns and in one swift motion throws them both high into the sky where they can no longer be seen.

"Do you have somewhere safe to go?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Good. I'll drop you off."

>Omnius then rises into the air with the pair, and begins heading towards a safe place - having gleamed the information from their mind. Along the way he begins to call out to Aiden mentally.

"Aiden! I'm downtown! There's fucking ZOMBIES here! They're like a goddamn roach infestation!"

 No.5040

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>>5039
>Aiden blinks with a fraction of a moment's demonstration of surprise on his face, as he then responds within his own mind:

{"Be right there. I'll let the others know."}

>Turning to Amber for a moment, who's looking at him with a quizzical expression on her face, Aiden then says:

"Actually, put a hold on the delegation of duties, thing for today. You're Chief Technology Officer, so I'll let you handle the other projects. Besides, it's your division, right?"

>Amber blinks in surprise as she then stammers a response, stating:

"H-Hey! Aiden! You can't just toss all of that to me!"

>Aiden starts quickly walking off in the other direction, waving his hand as he says:

"Sorry! Something came up! I'll make it up to you later Amber! Promise!"

>Giving an irritably charming smile as he walks off, Aiden then rounds the corner into the foyer of the main Archeon building, thinking out loud with his psionic telepathy:

{"Jay, Josh, Mariah. Something's come up. Omnius says that there's a zombie outbreak that just occurred right now in the Downtown section of the city. Given the timeframe, it's spontaneous, likely supernatural. I'll send everyone home as part of an emergency lockdown of the complex for today."}

>Then turning his attention towards Orion's situation, Aiden then thinks:

{"Orion, I'm on my way. Anything you can tell me about the zombies? Transmission infection vectors like biting? Erratic behavior? Or are they synchronized?"}

 No.5041

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>>5040
>Location: Sanctuary City - Historic Sector
>Time: 11:25 AM

>Deep within the more derelict areas of the Historic Sector, an almost abandoned and decrepit portion of the city, a faint glowing purple light can be seen emanating from an old abandoned building. The building itself is in the epicenter of the larger black sphere of energy that has appeared within Sanctuary City - the seeming source of the zombies that are attacking.

"Liga animam ad arbitria terrae inferioris!"

>Large bright plumes of purple light continue to rise from the ground around a floating figure in purple clothing, with white hair. A woman, seemingly wearing the garb of a sorceress, continues her ritualistic incantations, as she speaks:

"Surgite, lapsi, nam reditus damnatorum coepit!"

>Even more surges of bright purple light appear, with zombies manifesting from the dissipating light - all subservient to her.

>Closing her eyes as she continues meditating in place, legs crossed as she hovers in the air, the woman then hears a voice within her mind.

"Very good, Morgana. You have mastered the death incantation with exceptional skill."

>Nodding her head slowly, Morgana speaks in English in response:

"Thank you, Lord Wyrmwood. Your guidance and your divine radiance, have guided me this far. I will fulfill your wishes and blight this world in your true divine essence!"

>The zombies around her then begin to slowly fidget in place, twisting and contorting as they begin rapidly mutating. Their bodies begin to elongate, bulge with dark biomass, and their appendages begin to morph into nightmarish, razor-sharp claws, blades and other deadly weaponry. Their mouths and jaws begin to unhinge, as their voices become exceedingly loud, painfully sharp, and begin to screech.

>Still docile to Morgana's will, the monsters crowd around her, kneeling, or falling to the ground, for those whose legs have mutated into sharp tails and other protrusions.

 No.5042

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>>5041
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown Section
>Time: 11:25 AM

>A large number of the swarming zombies begin mutating at the exact same time, likely as a response to Morgana's secondary incantation. They begin fidgeting in place, shaking uncontrollably and violently as their bodies self-bisect, split apart partially, or contort and twist as their limbs similarly elongate as the other zombies' limbs did. They form the same bladed and clawed appendages as before, along with the same split jaws - empty eyes and ear-piercing screams.

>The nearest group to Omnius see him, and begin immediately leaping towards him, jumping dozens of feet into the air, attempting to converge on his location with their razor sharp claws and blades fixated on him. Surprisingly, the zombies are all now starting to slowly move away from the MRD troops and civilians, and more towards Omnius.

>In their warped and distorted minds, Omnius's figure is appearing as a bright purple flare of energy - energy of a very unique and distinct type. They're drawn to it, drawn to him - like moths to a flame, starved of sustenance.

>The MRD Troopers nearby take advantage of the situation, immediately jumping into their hovercraft, and taking off - aiming their plasma weaponry squarely at the zombies in an attempt to slow them down as they converge on Omnius.

"These things are jumping Omnius now! Why?!"

"Who cares! He's taking the heat off of the civilians! Let's give him some cover fire!"

>The MRD Troopers continue to converge their firepower on the zombies, staggering some of them in the swarm and even blasting off some of their limbs - though they slowly begin to regrow as a result of a purple light that is generated from their bodies.

"Holy shit. They really are fucking zombies! They're regenerating!"

"Call HQ! We're gonna need the Commander and the Spec Ops team!"

 No.5043

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>>5040
>>5042
("They all just… fucking mutated or something and now they're all coming after me!"}

>Omnius watches as one of the zombies begins to regenerate from it's wounds using a purple light.

{"These things gotta be magic or psychic or something. They just shined for a moment then regrew a limb.}

>Omnius holds out his palm towards the zombies swarming towards him, only for the ground to explode into flames, engulfing the zombies with it.

 No.5044

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>>5042
>Location: Sanctuary City - Enterprise Sector
>Time: 11:25 AM

>A large, translucent barrier begins to surround the entire Archeon Complex, projecting outwards at a rapid rate, and seemingly covering every person within the complex in a faint, imperceptible field.

"….There, I've cast a protection ward on the staff of the entire complex."

>Stella says as she sighs, the pink energy in her eyes subsiding as she then puts a hand to her forehead. Aiden stands beside her in the lobby.

"That, combined with the first spell of haste, should help to keep everybody safe."

>Aiden places a hand on Stella's shoulder as he then speaks:

"Thanks Stella. Just wanted to make sure we took the right precautions."

>Stella is silent for a moment before she turns to look at Aiden, giving him a weak smile.

"This is the second time this week I've had to save your hide, Aiden. Don't make it a habit."

>Stella then gives Aiden a quick peck of her lips on his cheek, as she then says:

"I assume Orion's already out there trying to help."

>Aiden nods as he then replies:

"Yeah. I'm not sure why I didn't notice it immediately. An entire zombie army can't just spawn out of nothingness like that. I've got way too many senses for that to-"

"No, you definitely would notice - unless it was protected by magic."

>Aiden grows silent for a moment as he then looks concerned.

"….Sorcerer?"

"Yeah. I can sense her, deep within that sphere that just manifested. She's using some form of exogenous magic - drawing from an outside source."

>Nodding, Aiden then turns to walk away as Stella grabs his hand, causing him to turn back.

"Remember, be careful. I'll stay here and help to coordinate Damian and the others with my magic. Don't want to give this sorcerer any reason to get aggressive, once they sense me arriving."

>Aiden nods again and says:

"Noted. I'm-"

>>5043
>Aiden then immediately gets Orion's psychic thoughts, relayed via telepathy as he says:

{"On my way, Orion. Damian and the others are already en route. I think you're correct. The one behind this is a sorcerer according to Stella. She can sense them within the black sphere that's appeared. We might have to go there to stop them."}

 No.5045

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>>5044
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown
>Time: 11:26 AM

>Three figures in different, yet equally distinct outfits, swing on white threads of adhesive webbing across Sanctuary City at mach speeds. The tension and acceleration forces of their web swings would otherwise crush normal humans into paste. For them, however, the movements are second nature - if not a bit hurried given the circumstances.

"Guys, we're almost there! You see anything out of the ordinary-"

>As Arachnid, Arachne and Tarantula continue swinging into the air, they each independently see the same stark site - a swarm of nightmarishly-mutated humanoid zombie monsters with large elongated blades for arms swarming towards them - and some of them outright jumping into the air.

"Holy-"

>Arachnid vaults up into the air with a front flip from the end of his swinging arc, narrowly avoiding one of the leaping zombies.

>Arachne swings to the side, swing kicking another down to the ground as she leaps forward in the air, spinning a new web line.

"Take that, asshole!"

>Tarantula takes a more direct approach, absorbing the attack of an incoming aerial zombie with his suit's supernatural biomass, absorbing and consuming the zombie whole.

"Ngh. Thanks for the energy I suppose."

>Arachne looks on in disgust, saying:

"Ugh, Josh that's so fucking gross! Undead or not, you can't just eat people!"

>Tarantula scoffs as he continues swinging, stating:

"I can if they're mindless dead bodies being puppeteered, Mariah. They're not innocent civilians. They're undead monsters!"

>Arachnid continues leading the other spider Meta-Humans throughout the city, and through the downtown section as he says:

"Remember. Main goal's containment and herding! Our webbing's likely good enough to bind them up until Mosaic and Omnius finish doing what they've gotta do!"

>Tarantula swings forward, right next to Arachnid, saying:

"You didn't need to come here Damian, we can handle this. You've still gotta finish your college classes."

>Arachnid looks at Tarantula in slight annoyance, stating:

"Oh come on Josh. This again?! I'm just as needed as both of you!"

>Arachne then swings in, interjecting:

"You're both idiots. Pay attention to what's in front of you!"

>Arachnid and Tarantula then both look and see a giant skyscraper window in front of them, as they both instinctively spin new webs up to the top of the skyscraper, and zip themselves up over it in mere seconds.

"Fair enough!"

"Tch. Fine, Mariah."

>All three of them then continue swinging off, firing large webbing nets from their web shooters, spinerettes or biomass - in order to coral and bind a large number of the zombies below as they swing.

 No.5046

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>>5045
>>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown
>Time: 11:26 AM

>As the zombies continue to swarm Omnius, attempting to flank him, a large RPG blast suddenly hits the area around Omnius, killing the nearby zombies.

>A distant black dot in the sky then rapidly crashes down to the ground, creating shockwaves for a city block and sending the MRD Hovercraft flying. As the dust subsides, a large, hulking biomass humanoid monstrosity slowly rises to its feet. The face of the humanoid figure is entirely disfigured and horrific, with muscle mass and torn skin being visible. The figure, rising to its feet, turns towards Omnius with a purple glow in its free eye.

>Starting to walk towards Omnius slowly, it speaks a single syllable in repeat.

"PSY……PSY……PSY….."

>Repeating the chant with ominous and foreboding consistency and monotony, the figure is seemingly drawn towards Omnius, as it continues approaching. With each step, it shakes the ground so violently that it causes certain vehicles to bounce up into the air, causing more of the smaller zombies to be flung into the air.

>Continuing the advance, the large, hulking figure causes the smaller zombies to quickly scurry out of the way, not out of fear, but out of coordination - as it aims its giant bazooka launcher at Omnius once more.

>It then says one specific word, that makes it clear what it is to Omnius.

"OPPOSER."

 No.5047

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>>5046
>Before the creature can fire, the ammo within the bazooka suddenly explodes, being remotely triggered by Omnius.

>He lowers himself to the ground, immediately sending out an invisible wave of force throwing aside any of the zombies within it's radius.

"Come on. A rocket launcher? I'm actually offended."

 No.5048

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>>5047
>The detonation of the rocket launcher causes the large, undead being to immolate, slowly getting burned by its flames. As this occurs, however, the same purple light as before then flickers - causing the monster to split into two. The original then focuses with purple light once more - generating a new rocket launcher.

>The second, new copy of the monster, has a large, elongated biomass of matte on its right hand, now morphed into a large claw structure. The second monster then begins speaking the same monosyllable statement, alongside the original.

"PSY….PSY…..PSY…."

>The first monster then continues firing rocket launchers at Omnius, now being infused with purple energy - psionic energy. The blasts are now rapid fire, multiple of them per second.

>The second monster with the giant claw structure then slams its claw into the ground, charging it with glowing purple psionic energy, before blasting it out as large, energized chunks - psychic energy bombs in the form of infused road chunks. It then begins chucking cars at Omnius as well.

 No.5049

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>>5048
>As the cars are thrown towards Omnius, suddenly - they're sliced in half seemingly out of nowhere. In an instant, behind the sliced car, the physical form of Mosaic appears, standing in place.

>At the same time, the missiles are also sliced in half with extreme precision - falling to the ground completely sapped of their energy.

>One of Mosaic's hands is gripped around the handle of his sword, Durandal. The black and white grip and the ruby red pommel on the edge, both have a faint ethereal glow to them.

>As Mosaic eases up, he rests the back of the blade on his shoulder, with one hand in his coat's pockets.

"Yep, you were right."

>Turning around to look at Omnius, Mosaic then says:

"They're psionic monsters. Or vampires rather. They're designed to hunt for those with psionic energy."

>The first of the monsters then fires another blast at Mosaic - who them absorbs the force of the blast and the energy, heat and flames of the explosion through Durandal - watching as the blade glows with a faint ruby red light.

"Not the brightest idea…."

>Mosaic then sends the charged energy back, slashing forward with one hand holding onto Durandal, as the charged ruby red energy of the blade then dissipates, becoming a large ruby red energy slash that cuts straight through the first monster with the bazooka. The natural energies of Durandal manifest as a supernatural ruby red flame, and begin burning the monster entirely, causing it to vaporize into ash.

>As the second monster begins rushing towards them, Mosaic steps off to the side, gesturing with his free hand in a bow to Omnius, stating:

"Case in point, they can dish it out, but I doubt they can take it."

 No.5050

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>>5049
"Doesn't look like it."

>The ground suddenly snaps together, smashing into the second monster and trapping it in place. Omnius suddenly appears in front of it, delivering a kick with enough force to send it's head flying off it's body.

>The head and body now separated explode from the psychic charge Omnius's kick gave them, ideally vaporizing the monster.

 No.5051

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>>5050
>As the second monster's head is sent spiraling off of its neck, and into the air, Mosaic then watches as the monster's two parts completely explode into nothingness with the accumulated psychic energy of his kick.

>Mosaic then whistles in awe as he then says to Omnius:

"Remind me to never get into a psionic fight with you. At least without an advantage."

>As the two large monsters are destroyed, the zombies then rush in - to no avail, as Mosaic begins slicing them up into seeming confetti and chopped limbs in an instant. The supernatural blender that is Mosaic's sword, Durandal, continues to stab, slash, slice, split and pierce the bodies of the undead supernatural creatures.

>Because of Durandal's mystical properties as a magical weapon, Mosaic is able to kill the monsters by permanently vaporizing them via Durandal's magical power.

"The source is the sorceress inside of that distortion zone. Andromeda's already nailed down her location - but the psionic tracing and the distortion of the physical space around the area, tells me that…."

>Interrupted by a surge of swarming zombies, Mosaic stabs through several of them with his large broadsword, swinging it through the air as he then throws the zombies off of his sword, and tosses them into other zombies - charged with ruby red glowing energy as they explode.

"I've always wanted to do this."

>From seemingly nowhere, Mosaic summons another weapon, his signature handgun blaster - Sol.

>Flipping it around his free hand, while Durandal is still gripped in his other hand, Mosaic turns around with lightning speed, aiming for a zombie rushing towards him from dozens of feet away, right in front of the hundreds of other zombies flowing in from behind it.

"…..Aaaaand pop goes the weasel."

>Mosaic then fires a single shot from Sol - causing it to jettison a small, highly concentrated red and gold burst of mystical flame towards the zombie - causing it to generate a massive chain reaction and a conflagration of mystical flames and energy - causing explosion after explosion that moves from zombie to zombie, rupturing the flanks of the zombies.

>Looking at Sol, the handgun in his hand, Mosaic then flips it around his finger once more before grabbing it and lowering his hand, stating:

"Ready to go psychic scuba diving?"

>As Mosaic turns around to walk away, he then stops and turns back, saying:

"Oh and by the way, you're gonna have to do double duty today once we're done. Amber's already looking for any excuse to convince the board that you're slacking. For what it's worth, I told her she's overreacting."

 No.5052

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>>5051
>Omnius looks annoyed behind his helmet's visor.

"She's just jealous that I'm able to get all my work done quickly without any problems."

>He casually backhands one of the remaining zombies that rushed towards him, sending it splattering into a near-by wall. He then begins to head towards the black dome, wondering to himself why there seems to be so much magic lately.

 No.5053

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>>5052
>As the vigilantes converge on the large vantablack distortion, the air around them begins to warp violently, creating jagged splinters in the air which refract light into spontaneously rainbow color combinations.

>Once directly in front of the barrier itself, Mosaic takes a moment to examine the structure's morphology - recognizing a distinct trait that confirms his suspicions about the phenomenon.

"It's psionic energy alright. Distorted, but definitely what we're looking for."

>Casting Sol away in a flash of bright ruby red motes of light, Mosaic then grabs Durandal with both hands by the grip and thrusts the sword's edge directly into the large black spherical distortion. The energy release in the form of bright purple psionic light is slowly abated by the ruby red light of Durandal's raw power - slicing it open and bisecting the front layer of the entire monstrously large sphere.

>Now looking into a half open distortion, Mosaic then mentally pings Arachnid and the others, stating:

{"Damian, Omnius and I are going into the distortion. Keep the city contained as well as you can, and if we're not back within an hour? Contact Mister Meisner at Wiseman Faults. He'll take it from there."}

>After getting a confirmation back mentally from Arachnid, Mosaic then states:

"Alright. Time for some dungeon crawling, or whatever Jonah's game called it."

 No.5054

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>>5053
>Inside of the distortion field, the vantablack gives way to an entirely new sight - an area that looks like the large interior of an abandoned mall or museum. The walls are padded and tiled with linoleum, the temperature is cold to the touch, and the entire structure feels hollow and faded with the walls having a sickly pale green coloration to them.

>Surprised somewhat, Mosaic then turns to Omnius as he says:

"I know you felt the shift just as I did."

>Lowering Durandal to his side, Mosaic looks up in a combination of annoyance and intrigue behind his helmet and mask as he speaks.

"We're in the Astral Plane. By the looks of it, some small section of it that was cordoned off and discharged from the main continuum - to hide the sorceress."

>Pointing towards a large elevator hatch in the distance, he continues elaborating.

"My guess is, we've gotta go deeper into the construct in order to find her. The sooner we nail down her location, the better."

>Then, Mosaic and Omnius get a telepathic message, seemingly protected by a nascent magical field that's formed around them both.

{"Aiden, it's Stella. I've got a lock on the sorceress's location, but I have a feeling that she's discovered my presence now - though I had to take the risk to tell you."}

>Thinking back, Mosaic then says:

{"I'm here, Stella. What's wrong? Unintended surprises?"}

>Stella's telepathic voice replies, stating:

{"Something of the sort. There are supernatural beings hidden within this section of the Astral Plane. I thought initially that the sorceress was the only one present - but as I was doing towards her, it seems that she was concealing the presence of various creatures and entities in this Astral Plane segment. Just be careful, both of you. Alright?"}

>Mosaic nods instinctively despite Andromeda not being there, replying:

{"Yeah, of course Stella. We'll be careful. Keep coordinating Damian and the others back outside in the city. We'll keep the psionic line open just in case - though Damian's already got instructions to notify Isaac in case we don't return in an hour."}

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>>5054
"Great. Another Astral Plane adventure."

>Omnius sounds mildly annoyed.

"Whatever, then."

>He begins to head forward.

 No.5056

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>>5055
>Mosaic places Durandal's blunt side over his shoulder as he starts walking, stating:

"Oh come on. Don't act like you'd rather be handling corporate task management back at the complex. You're the most well paid person in modern history who also hates his job."

>As Mosaic keeps moving, he then comes to a halt as he senses something. Knowing that Omnius senses it too, given its psionic nature, Mosaic instinctively turns around as the sound of a large engine screams into existence from the area above, and behind him.

>Immediately slashing with Durandal, Mosaic deflects the bottom half of a supernatural bike, immolated with flames as the bike's rider flips backwards into the air, driving in mid-air before coming to a halt in the air.

"Haaaaaah! Boss said you chumps would show up! I was expectin' somebody bigger, less of a pansy!"

>The bike rider is a human skeletal figure surrounded by a flaming bike, laughing hysterically with a supernatural cadence. He then revs up his motorcycle once more, causing it to flare with more fire around the wheels.

"The boss wants you dead, so I'm gonna enjoy this shit!"

>At the same time, another figure on a bike appears through a rupture in psionic space, with wheels of bluish-green flames, circling around the area in front of both Mosaic and Omnius before coming to a halt, a dozen feet in front of them.

"Shut up Rider! Just eliminate them before the boss gets tired of us too!"

>The Rider in the sky then lifts up his bike, causing a massive surge of psionic flames to rush towards Mosaic and Omnius down below.

"Yeah go fuck yourself, Samurai! I'm doing this my way!"

>The Samurai on the other motorcycle groans underneath their helmet, as they then take out their katana, holding onto their bike with another hand as they blast forward right towards Omnius.

 No.5057

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>>5056
>A massive chunk of the ground tears upwards, shielding Omnius and Mosaic from the blast. At the same time another massive chunk of rock, now sharpened into a point is thrown towards the rider's bike.

 No.5058

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>>5057
>The Flame Rider then fires a massive conflagration of psionic flames from his hand - aiming to incinerate both Mosaic and Omnius.

>In response, Mosaic spins Durandal in his hand - pointing it out in front of him, creating a massive cyclone of air, generating a funnel that absorbs the fire and sends it back at the Flame Rider - sending him flying backwards as the condensed force of the heat, pressure and flames hits Flame Rider right in the face.

>At the same time, the Speed Samurai on the other bike is then hit with the condensed and focused rock spike, sending him spiraling off of his bike as he's knocked to the floor.

"Ack! Idiot! I told you we should've coordinated!"

>The Speed Samurai entity then mentally calls for his bike, as it drives towards him and he grabs onto the handle at full speed - moving back onto his bike.

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>>5058
>As both riders converge on each other's locations, they then redouble their efforts.

"Fuck it! All or nothin'! If we can't do it, the others are gonna have to take 'em out then!"

"For once, I agree with you, buffoon."

>Both riders then begin to charge themselves up with supernatural energy, with the Flame Rider being surrounded by red psionic flames, whereas the Speed Samurai is now enveloped by blue psionic flames. Both of them then rush forward together, quickly turning into flames of pure red and blue psionic energy that fuse together into a spiral of condensed psionic power - slowly warping the fabric of space itself.

>As the combined psionic entity of energy begins spiraling towards them, Mosaic then holds out Durandal with one hand, looking to the side at Omnius as he says:

"So how do you want to handle this? Hand to hand or ranged?"

 No.5060

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>>5059
"Like this."

>Omnius suddenly dashes forward, stopping just in front of the on-coming attack. He throws a heavy punch, "physically" clashing with it with the intent to pulverize the pair.

 No.5061

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>>5060
>The riders in their psionic form immediately feel the force of the impact of the strike, as Omnius's power is enough to rupture and shatter their core psionic integrity. The two figures are then blasted apart, back into their standard forms - damaging them as their bikes are destroyed.

>As the riders are flung to the ground, fatally damaged and now leaking psionic energy, they each cough as they then look at each other.

"Gah, you neanderthal! What kind of form was that?! It was pitiful!"

>Coughing, the Flame Rider looks at Speed Samurai and groans in annoyance as he replies.

"Ugh, stop blaming me for your stupid fuckin' bullshit attack! I thought we were gonna turn into somethin' cool like a dragon or somethin'!"

>Mosaic lowers Durandal to his side as he walks up to Omnius and gestures to him with his free hand.

"A vigilante of few words, and even fewer necessary punches."

>Now walking up to the damaged riders, Mosaic then says:

"Sorry about road accident here guys, but we're in a bit of a hurry."

>Planting Durandal in the ground as he kneels down on one knee, Mosaic looks at the two figures carefully as he then asks:

"So where's the Sorceress? Or your boss rather?"

>Flame Rider then begins laughing hysterically as spouts of psionic flame emanate from his skeletal mouth.

"You think the broad's the boss?! Ahahahahahaha!!! The dumb bitch is the grunt work! She ain't knowin' what the boss is gonna do to her when he's done! Never trust somethin' you can't perceive!"

>The Speed Samurai entity then turns to his dying ally, dumbfounded.

"You complete God damned moron! You've just told him everything!"

>Confused, Flame Rider then snaps his head to Speed Samurai, saying:

"The hell you talkin' about? I ain't tell him shit!"

>Mosaic then looks at Flame Rider, asking:

"Besides the fact that your boss is an Astral?"

>Flame Rider then snaps his head back towards Mosaic, stunned.

"Wait a minute….How'd you know that Lord Wyrmwood is an Astral?!"

>Speed Samurai then groans in pain as Mosaic rises back up to his feet, saying:

"Because you just told me. It's hard to perceive something like that."

>Mosaic then turns towards Omnius, saying:

"Now I've got a better idea of what we're dealing with here."

>He says this, as the Rider entities slowly dissipate into pure psionic energy, now permanently destroyed.

 No.5062

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>>5061
>Suddenly in that moment, an immaterial voice of a young boy can be heard from all directions.

["Hey! Mosaic! Omnius!"]

>Mosaic immediately recognizes the cadence and voice of the unknown figure, and slowly raises a hand to his helmet, groaning.

"Here we go…."

>Immediately, a young boy with bright blue hair, and a unique outfit, pops into existence in front of Mosaic and Omnius, floating around happily.

"Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!Youdidit!"

>The boy, speaking in excitement, begins cheering as he says:

"I knew you guys could get a handle on it! You're so coooooool!"

>Mosaic picks up Durandal and rests the blade on his shoulder once more as he looks up at the newcomer, saying:

"Hello, Aesop. Surprised to see you again."

>Aesop turns around, looking at Mosaic as he then blinks, before speaking.

"Why would you say that Aiden?! I missed you guys!"

>Aesop then teleports onto Omnius's head and looks down, waving in front of his visor as he says:

"Heeeeey Orion! You're really cool! I like it when you go 'pew pew' with your psychic powers! Why don't you use your gun though?!"

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>>5061
"What the hell is an Astral?"

>>5062
>Omnius grabs the boy off his head and sets him on the ground. He then points at him while looking towards Mosaic.

"Who the hell is this?"

 No.5064

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>>5063
>Mosaic looks at Aesop as he then dissipates his Durandal sword into motes of ruby red light. Sighing out loud, he then makes a flicking gesture with his hand as he then says:

"He's an Astral, and Astrals are concepts given form. That's pretty much it. Immensely powerful, but partially bound to the constraints of whatever concept that they embody."

>Aesop then floats up and flies around Mosaic and Omnius, stating:

"Yuuuuuuuuup! Pretty much! I'm the idea of stories and narratives! I really like seeing cool people do cool things!"

>Aesop then snaps his fingers, as Mosaic's outfit shifts into different forms. First his original Gradient appearance, then his Thulcandran armored appearance - before finally shifting him back to his standard Magitek outfit.

"Aiden got my attention first because he's so random! He keeps changing forms and stuff, but he's also been a cool hero! Just like you Orion!"

>Aesop then hovers around Omnius, saying:

"You're so cool when you just go 'bam, bam!' to the bad guys! It's awesome!"

>Mosaic then turns to look at Aesop, stating:

"Why are you here, Aesop? You said you'd only interfere whenever something significant happened."

>Aesop then turns to Mosaic, saying:

"I can't visit another Astral in my free time? Like you or Isaac?!"

>Aesop then crosses his arms and pouts as Mosaic states:

"Unlike Isaac, I wasn't born as one. I barely see myself as one, and I don't even know how to use those powers, Aesop. You know that."

>Aesop nods quickly as he then says:

"Yeah fair enough. Anyways!"

>Turning back towards Omnius, Aesop then states:

"Aaaaaanyways, I'm here to help you guys! Wyrm is a bad Astral! He's corruption and infection and stuff like that. I think Mastix got tired of him messing up, so this is his last chance!"

>Mosaic looks at Omnius, saying:

"Please don't ask. I didn't bother telling you because it was a long story and I didn't know how to process things."

>Turning back to Aesop, Mosaic then says:

"This Mastix guy, whoever he is. I'm guessing he's a primordial Astral? One of the older ones?"

>Aesop nods again as he claps his hands and shows an image of Mastix - causing Mosaic to tense up slightly as he says:

"….Why do I feel uneasy around this guy…"

>Aesop shows a rare serious expression on his face as he states:

"…..We all do. It's inherent to all Astrals - a basic fear of destruction…."

>As Mastix's image disappears, Aesop's cheer demeanor returns as he then says:

"Yeah I'm gonna guide you guys towards Wyrmwood so you can beat him up! He's deep in the core nexus of this pocket dimension."

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>>5064
>Omnius stares at Mosaic after his answer.

"That doesn't answer anything. How can someone "be a concept"? I can look right at this kid."

>Omnius points to the boy once again as he says this.

"Also you're part Astral? Isaac is too but he was born as one and you weren't? What the hell does that mean?"

>Glancing at the image of Mastix, Omnius doesn't show the same reaction as the other two. In his eyes, it's just a picture of a man. He shifts his eyes back towards the boy.

"Hiding in the center, very original."

>He says with a sarcastic tone.

 No.5066

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>>5065
>Mosaic looks at Omnius, stating:

"….You familiar with Platonic conceptualism? Plato's idea of the forms?"

>Seeing Omnius's resulting stare, Mosaic then says:

"Right, figured not. That isn't Aesop's true form - just his human one. An Astral isn't limited to their physical body. That can be destroyed and reformed pretty easily."

>Aesop nods happily as he floats around, saying:

"Basically that yeah! My true form exists separately from my body! Pretty neat huh?"

>Aesop then points to Mosaic as he exclaims:

"Aiden's power is way more powerful than he thought! As long as someone isn't exponentially stronger than him, he can mimic their traits and copy them! He's like that blue robot guy in that game his brother likes!"

>Mosaic points at Aesop with a finger slanted slightly in his direction, replying:

"That's probably more of Marek and Miranda's speed. They copy, I mimic. There's a difference."

>Aesop then turns back towards Omnius, saying:

"Aaaaanyways, Aiden encountered Isaac - but the power gap between them was too big for the Astral stuff to mimic in Aiden. But when he met me? Boom! That's when it happened! Yay!"

>Aesop then hugs Mosaic as he laughs and states:

"Now we're Astral buddieeeeeeeeees! Woohooooooooooo!!!"

>Mosaic then carefully picks Aesop in his arms and holds him out in front of him, saying:

"We appreciate the help, Aesop. But you've got to not drop in randomly. Especially when we're not being vigilantes. If you help us with this, and you stick to that rule, I promise that we can be superhero buddies."

>Aesop's eyes turn into glowing stars for a moment before he then cheers loudly.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"

>Mosaic then lets Aesop go as the boy Astral begins flying around again. Turning to Omnius, Mosaic then says:

"Remember the problem I had when I first met Madeleine? It goes with almost anything from what I can tell. The more people I encounter, the more I mimic and the stronger I get."

>Holding onto his arm with his hand, his tone then lowers as he says, with a seemingly pained and frustrated tone of voice:

"But it becomes so much. Constantly…."

>Looking at Omnius again, Mosaic then says:

"…..You know what it's like to constantly gain a thousand new powers and abilities every single day? All the memories, the experiences and the powers. I have to control that and suppress that constantly - because I still don't have a full handle on it."

>Staring at his gloved hands, Mosaic then sighs.

"You know what? Forget it. I know you've got something similar with your psionic powers. Let's just go find this Wyrmwood guy and stop him."

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>>5066
"I don't see how I'm supposed to be able to punch something that only optionally needs a body. Unless they have a mind that can be targeted like everybody else."

 No.5068

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>>5067
>Mosaic shakes his head as he then explains:

"We're in the Astral Plane, remember? We're not going to attack Wyrmwood's physical body - we're going to attack his consciousness, since he was bold enough to anchor his mind to this place, a powerful enough psionic attack should scramble his consciousness - and render him unconscious - for a very long period of time."

>Gesturing at Omnius, Mosaic then says:

"Besides, aren't you amped in here anyways? Every psion is. Me, you and your girlfriend."

>Looking up at Aesop who flies down to hover beside him, Mosaic then says:

"I assume that's the plan you had? Scrambling the mind of a C-List conceptual entity with poor employee evaluations from his boss?"

>Aesop gives Mosaic a thumbs up excitedly as he smiles and says:

"Yeah! Hit his mind hard enough and he'll go lights out!"

>Aesop then flies forward, gesturing with his hand for Mosaic and Omnius to follow him as he moves to the large elevator chasm in the giant expanse of the Astral Plane pocket dimension's interior.

>Mosaic then starts walking forward as he states:

"This'll be fun at least. You get to see the greatest game of psionic whack-a-mole ever created."

>Pointing at Omnius, Mosaic then says:

"And you get to be the hammer. Fun isn't it?"

>Mosaic then raises up a hand, as he actually tests his psionic abilities within the Astral Plane - focusing on his mind as he briefly shifts form - into the same form he used after consuming the essence of the Dyskrasia monster. The black and silver appearance with sapphire blue lenses pulsates with psionic energy - as he restructures the world around them, dragging them across the dozens of miles of empty space towards the open elevator chasm.

>As light forms around him again briefly, Mosaic watches as his form shifts back to his black, ruby red and silver outfit, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Wow, that was….interesting."

>Looking at his gloved hands and opening and closing them again, he then says:

"Haven't used that since Dyskrasia was killed…."

>Shaking it off, Mosaic then looks at Omnius and says:

"Ready to go?"

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>>5068
"You're collecting so many outfits that at this point you may as well start sticking them in display cases."

>Omnius begins to move towards the elevator shaft. He looks at it for a moment, before looking back at Mosaic. Without having anything to say, Omnius then allows gravity to take him, pulling him over the edge and down the chasm.

 No.5070

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>>5069
>The next area of the pocket dimension immediately demonstrates an appearance akin to the arctic - with a vast plane of pure white snow stretching on for miles. Countless buildings, frozen in icicles and other ice formations litter the expanse before Mosaic and Omnius - with Aesop hovering beside them.

"Oooooohhh! Snow! He made a snow area! Wanna build a snowman?!"

>Mosaic looks at Aesop as he says:

"I'm guessing this is the next level lower. How many more until we've reached the other side of the pocket dimension? We can't reach the Sorceress inside of the building until we've breached all of the areas."

>Aesop brings a finger to his cheek to think as he murmurs to himself.

"Weeeeeelllllll….I'd guess 3 or 4 more to go? I wasn't really keeping track. But I know it's less than 10!"

>Nodding, Mosaic then turns to Omnius and says:

"We can keep going then. There's got to be another chute inside of this area that can take us to the next portion of the dimension."

>Mosaic starts walking forward, scanning the environment with his senses as he then immediately sees someone in the distance.

"Is that….."

>Craning his head to the side, he then sees a giant purple beam of energy converging on his location after he walks forward.

"Uh oh."

>Immediately flipping backwards and landing on his feet, Mosaic watches as the entirety of the ground in front of him, is now completely deleted in a perfectly circular cylinder of volume. The entirety of the area around him is completely deleted - causing him to blink in surprise as he says:

"Looks like we've got ourselves a sharpshooter."

>Looking up, far in the distance, Mosaic's enhanced vision allows him to see a mysterious man in a medieval suit of armor, adorned with Crusader aesthetics and iconography including the cross - with two weapons in his hand. One of them is a rifle and the other is a gauge shotgun. The man also has an enhanced jetback on his back, as he is hovering in the air.

>Looking at Omnius for a moment, Mosaic psionically projects the image of the attacker in front of Omnius for a moment, and then he says:

"I can see why you're not a fan of Church."

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>>5070
>Omnius suddenly rockets in the direction of the crusader, immediately creating a sonic boom that annihilates anything immediately behind him.

>As he moves closer to the crusader he reaches his palm forward, focusing force around where the crusader's neck should be. In a smooth swinging motion the force pulls the crusader through the air and upside down - slamming him into the ice head first.

"I'm not interested in converting."

 No.5072

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>>5071
>The Crusader figure ripples with kinetic force throughout his body, shouting in pain, as he then shouts in retaliation:

"Heathen! Lord Wyrmwood will have your head for this!"

>The Crusader, badly damaged but still standing, aims his weapons at Omnius, and begins firing off repeated blasts. His rifle fires condensed blasts of psionic energy at a rapid rate, in a bullet spray fashion, whereas his shotgun fires off large bursts of psionic energy that rupture the ground beneath both his and Omnius's feet.

"In the name of the almighty Lord Wyrmwood, cast yourself into the deepest pits of hell, sacrilegious one!"

>The blasts get larger, more powerful and more destabilizing of the reality around them, as the fabric of space and time begins to buckle under the weight of the psionic energy density that is concentrating in the immediate area.

>Mosaic, still off in the distance, looks at Aesop and says:

"Keep an eye out for the chasm into the next area, Aesop. I've got a feeling our Crusader here's not alone."

>As Mosaic flies off towards Omnius, another figure appears in the skies above the cold plane of snow. A woman in regal clothing, surrounded by an aura of ethereal orange fire, hovers in mid-air. Her eyes lock on Mosaic immediately as he arrives - with her holding out her hands in front of her, casting a chant, and immediately causing the area beneath Mosaic to spontaneously explode into a thermonuclear blast.

"Whoa!"

>Mosaic dodges the attack using his Instantaneous Movement ability, mimicked from Sun - causing him to appear in the air above, at a higher elevation and equal in height to the woman.

"Who are you supposed to be, exactly? The maiden of hellfire?"

>The woman gives a soft, amused chuckle as she then says:

"Oh I adore you already. So feisty. So full of spirit. No, mortal one. I am no mere maiden. I am the Hierophant - the holy emissary of Lord Wyrmwood's will. Your interference in my Lord and Master's affairs are offensive to my very existence. As such, you will be disposed of - along with your associates."

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>>5072
>Omnius flies into the air, dodging the gunfire.

"I wonder how it'll feel to be cooked in that tin can you're wearing."

>Rather than flying around avoiding the gunfire, Omnius now flies straight towards the Crusader. He brings his arms up, blocking the gunfire as he moves closer.

>Omnius then slams into the Crusader, knocking him to the ground and riding on top of him like a surfboard. He then kicks the Crusader away, and then throws both arms forward - firing a stream of flames towards him.


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