>>5216747>>5216748>>5216752Your body contorts as if something wants to burst outside of your skin. The mere attempt at coating your body in protection makes you feel the damage you dealt to apostles before when hitting them with Od strikes. Your own soul appears to be rejecting your body as your lips inch closer to Farnese's.
<span class="mu-r"> Like your father before you, you believe that you are the one in control of your own destiny. Give men a glimpse of power, and they will go mad with it.</span>
The Goddess of Flame laughs at your pitiful attempts of getting away from her. Farnese headbutts and pushes you violently as she turns her head away, but the Bat-Demon clasps her hand and flashes her a smile.
<span class="mu-r">Do you realise, that the only reason you live today, is due to the pact of the Behelit? When were you the one dominating the flux of mankind? You were a weapon of Hedwyn before ever being considered his son.</span>
A familiar figure also briefly flashes along with the woman, appearing to be the impish God Hand member himself, Conrad.
"COONRAAAD! LET GO OF ME YOUR RANCID BITCH!" Your own voice echoes inside your head as you demand to be freed to smash his face in, only feeling more pain as your body retracts on itself.
<span class="mu-r"> Do not confuse minor alterations of our plans with the inability to adapt. You are not the one in control. Nor will you ever be. All the decisions of your life were lead up to this point by causality itself, and they will continue to flow through the stream, until your drops are left ashore.</span> The member similar to Conrad shows his face.
<span class="mu-r">It is as Slan and Ubik say. The reason you are easily caught in our grasp is due to your entire existence revolving around ours. Were causality not a factor, you would not be able to percieve it with your magic.</span> Conrad points out that you are nowhere near a threat to their plans, if anything, they were counting on you to be here to insue more chaos.
<span class="mu-r">The fragmentation of his astral origins is so great that he still believes he is out of the rules all mortals play by.</span> A cerebral God Hand member shows his ugly face. <span class="mu-r">The power of the strongest man alive still pales in comparison to the weakest angel of darkness. Despite this, we are still unable to interfere in the physical realm, becoming ethereal requires us to sacrifice our humanity.</span>
<span class="mu-r">It is why the festival shall be concluded. A human cannot change the will of a god, but humanity calls for a Falcon Of Light. The wishes of the collective unconsciousness will be granted. Attempting to stop the immortal with mortality will be as effective as hitting your own reflection, and expecting it to retain damage.</span> Griffith finally appears, looking over his shoulder as he appears to stand before an eggshell.
