>>5747907“Miyashi.” you say, addressing the Berserker Soul by name as he's laying there, trying to recover from your devastating attack. He turns to you as you speak, confusion clear on his face. He blinks, brows furrowing as he recognizes you, struggling to right himself. “As long as you remain a threat to my family and friends, this is going to keep happening. I'll kill you as many times as it takes. You will die here, over and over again. As long as you remain a threat to my family and friends, I will NOT let you live.”
“Grrr! Gurhh!” he snarls, trying to push himself upright. But you don't give him the chance, floating over and grabbing his head between your hands. The Berserker Soul's eyes widen in shock, realizing what's about to happen.
But you don't give him a chance to get back up and try again, crushing his skull between your palms. Emerald blood sprays everywhere, you blinking to keep it out of your eyes. However, as you open your eyes, you find that you're back at the Dark portal, with Towa, Future Chaya in her Apex form, and Meloka all here as well. Watching you, and no doubt waiting.
“Don't worry, I won.” you reply to them, ending your Energy Body completely and relaxing with a sigh. But as you do, Towa suddenly shouts.
“EVERONE STAY BACK!” she yells. “DON'T MOVE!”
Shocked, you comply, not moving as she approaches. Then, with some sort of needle-tipped syringe stabs into the darkness on your arm. You don't feel anything, but as she draws the plunger back out, it seems she captures some of that Dark like a liquid, holding it up and examining it a moment. Then, nodding to herself she takes the needle off, screwing some sort of cap on the needle end of the container before vanishing it, turning back to you.
“We have to get this off of you.” Towa says, brows furrowed. But as she starts mumbling to herself, your son Chilli speaks up.
“Hey, I think I can.” your son says, you all turning to him. “That Abyss is the same as Dark, right?”
“Essentially yes, although the Abyss is more than just the Dark.” she replies, bringing a hand to her chin. “What are you considering?”
“True Dark.” your son replies, the two talking in magic terms you can barely follow for half a minute before they seem to reach some sort of agreement. “Alright! Dad, are you ready?”
“Ready?” you ask him, having not followed since they started speaking in technical magic terms. “For what?”
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