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The Invincible was a proud ship. Since it was launched and commissioned, it led a proud campaign and history with the Daitengu as its helm, serving with distinguished nobility as the flagship of the entire Great World Kingdom. Many times in the past, all by itself, this ship has protecting the Sword Continent from the encroaching forces of HEUS and warded all multiple invasions of Yongesia on its lonesome. In the battle of Opalt Bleu Island, it destroyed the largest Woldorian naval task force on the seas in history. The ship by itself, by all means, had the capability of invading an entire continent on its own, and it would have tore a bloody line across Woldorian lands if it had reached the heartland of Woldor's kingdom.
But for this noble flagship, its end must be ignoble.
"A present for ye', ohhh great Die-tengoo, yer featheriness. A tasta' wot it means to piss me off, for yew 'n the resta' yer lot. Mm! Enjoy!" Seannsa winked at the screen.
One final transmission sent from the bridge of the magnificent vessel to the Castle of the Tengu before she hopped off and fell back down to Siegesian land, having set the ship on a collision course and turned it right back around.
With the reactor overclocked and its engines at full throttle, the Invincible had no choice, regardless of the tumbling crews efforts to stop the ship, but to fly straight ahead right over Shengesia, and back into its homeland of Yongesia. Quite literally into its homeland of Yongesia. The destination? Scheiracht's personal compound.
In but a half hour, the ship crossed the world, hurdling to its destruction into the side of the Yongesian land. Its crash caused a dangerous rupture in the Kugelblitz reactor, which resulted in the breakdown and, eventually, event horizon of the ship, consumed by itself as the perilous black hole annihilated the earth below and ate its own body. When the singularity was no more, shrinking into itself and dissipating, the ship was gone, and so was a great deal of Scheiracht's compound. The event horizon was true, that of a real black, stabilized only by advanced technologies, but everything it had eaten was gone, stretched to oblivion and infinity.
Scheiracht stood at the tip of a destroyed wall that had been shorn, looking out at the crater of his once beloved ship, glass of blattabacterium juice in hand. His hand crushed the glass, and he vibrated with ruinous anger...
