While Maol was more outward with his rage, Mila's was quieter. She didn't speak for a moment, pupils thin as she approached those near the two dolls. The smell of blood made her nose crinkle slightly, lip curled just so.
"They came with me and what remains of the old gods that arrived before you, Maol. At the very least...Gill did." Mila said, moving past Gill, Urien, and Cammy and Decapre for a moment. Carefully moving around the flowers she approached Zod, reaching out and slamming her palm hard into his chest before she turned and drove her elbow into his chin to push him back onto the ground. Her hands glowed briefly and vines grew, twisting and coiling until Zod was hopefully tied and restrained.
If successful, she'd turn to the rest, eyeing the group before her gaze landed on Gill.
"There a chance to take care of Bison, however..." She glanced to Decapre, an almost animalistic sound of worry coming from deep in her chest a moment.
Already bloodied and beaten, Zod could do little to repel Mila's additional attacks. Restrained by her magical vines, Vod could do little more than growl and hiss, his wounds weeping.
"Fools!" The General roared.
"Can't you see? I was trying to---"
BANG
A blast of Temporal Thunder burned a path through the bound body of the defeated Kryptonian, killing him before he could finish his sentence. Urien lowered his smoking hand.
"His excuses don't matter now..." He smirked, turning towards his brother. It was time to follow his lead.
"All that matters is that he can't hurt anybody else... Thank you, Mila. We've done the World a service today. The Mutliverse is a little safer... thanks to you..."
“WHAT THE FUCK!!?”
Roots began to sprout around Maol. Thick, sharp roots, almost acting like tentacles. They aimed at the two others in the camp who they don’t know. Gill and Urien.
“The woman, the masked woman, she could not have done it! She was controlled! ONE OF YOU DID THIS!!! SHE WAS ONE OF US!!”
The Silent One threw his arms to the side and called forth an Aeigis Reflector. The crackling wall of light severed the advancing roots before the could the brothers. Grimacing, he retreated back towards the treeline.
"We are not your foes, boy! Yield!"
"Stop this!" Roy howled, reaching for his bow.
"Look at yourselves! You're losing your damn minds! Is escaping the island worth all this? Really? You'd rather kill each other that lay low? The Hell is wrong with you people! You're going to get us all---"
That was not how he expected things to go. He had expected his message to be interpreted a bit differently, but...this worked. This would serve a purpose. Whatever had allowed him to speak to Decapre would speak once more.
Dearest Doll. You grieve. You mourn. You have lost the one most important to you. Do you know why? Do you know who has done this? It is the one who forced you into this game. It is the one who has taken the body of another of your sisters. It is the one who has brought yet another to this wretched place. You know his name. You know him all too well.
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But there is salvation here, dearest Decapre. A light in this darkness. A savior. A messiah.
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A new world awaits you, dearest daughter. A world where there will be no more pain, no more grief, no more suffering. But there is still work to do, people that still stand in our way.
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Her scream shook the island. A second shock-wave rippled out from her body. A tower of light surged force from her lips.
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"2 9 19 15 14!"
The tremors continued. The tower stretched higher. It burned hotter. Brighter. Higher.
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The beam struck the sky.
It shattered. Large sheets of glass came tumbling down towards the jungle below. Silver sparks fluttered down in their wake. With a wave of his hand, Kaluu summoned an enchanted barrier to shield Roy, Damian and himself from the raining shards. Urien summons his bronze second skin the protect himself from the falling daggers.
For a moment, the island went dark.
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Red.
A crimson light burned through the hole in the sky.
It was the came crimson sky that hang loomed over the Citadel moments before its destruction.
Whether you knew about the Crises of not, somewhere, deep in your gut, you knew...
This world way dying. It didn't have much time left.
The sky around the shatter-point had turned to static.
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The screen above you- now broken beyond repair- could no longer simulate the sky.
The world was dark, illuminated only by the crimson hole and small fires that burned at Decapre's feet.
Decapre slowly raised her head. The ashes of her sister marked her cheeks. She didn't stop to think. She didn't stop to breathe.
She had her target. She had her destination. Hunching like an aching beast, she charged towards the Wetlands, a stream of flames burning in her wake.
A northern wind scattered the smokey haze. John Kaluu lied dead, a shard of glass skewering him like a kebab. Damian and Roy laid upon their backs, covered in their ally's blood.
"Okay... so this couldn't get any worse..."
The distant buzzing of Parademon wings was growing louder by the second. They were closing in.
"Alright... it just got worse..."
TIME REMAINING: 50 MINUTES
CHAOS WAR will continue in EPISODE VIII: BEHIND THE CURTAINS
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