Before them, in this hazy Loka, was a truly colossal foe. The machine they saw before them was miles high. A great mass of metal supporting materials otherworldly even to gods.
"...So, thissis' it then." Seannsa said, looking up.
Catastrovania felt overwhelmed; "This is the False Probability Generator..."
"It's like a building." Jake said.
"No. More like a gigantic castle." Summers corrected him.
This entire thing was the source of global False Probabilities. A generator for good and bad luck. This thing was perturbing Seannsa and her power. It was time to put an end to it and pull the plug. It was time to win her sphere of influence back from the Trinity, here and now.
"We jus' gotta destroy this here thing, 'n it's over."
"Be careful, it might react with bad luck. Those rings there... they're what sends out and pulls the waves back in." Catastrovania deduced, drawing her sword.
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>False Probability Generator HP: 5000>Deal as much damage as possible.-------------------------------------
TRUTHS READY.
Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 0 - 0d0
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 0 - 0d0
<What will you do?>
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