>>5962516>>5962535>>5962625Climbing up to the highest part of the astral tree, you jump into the great void of the spirits, absorbing their essence and any attracting any affinitive od that could reach you to the point of feeling like your chest was about to burst. The time has come to finally defeat those fiends, and you will need to be one with life and the earth for it to properly work.
"Spirits of old, It is time for us to forever cleanse the world of this wretched concept of predestination that has been oppressing us for far too long, those who can assist me in my journey, I command you to come with me!" A white spiral of energy forms around Gunpowder's armor horn as he is propelled downwards, the Od of the world being so strong that it manages to turn you into a human missile, diving back through the stalk of the spirit tree and into it's roots.
In the span of a few seconds, you find yourself right amidst the final frontier, crashing through the empty wasteland of red mist that is the God Hand dimension. Just from entering, several of the spirits you brought with you already seemed to either escape, disappear, or be corrupted into demented ghouls, it takes all of your magical energy to even stay here in a corporeal form without being expelled, as all of your natural instincts have taught you that you should never be in this place by your own volition.
"GOD HAND!" You shout as you point your trident onto the four silent marionettes of the Idea Of Evil. "If an eternity of silence upon this wasteland is all you have to offer here, than you really are as powerless as you want humanity's future to be!"
"Here so soon? It seems the last of the silver eye wants to rush to his death before any of his comrades! Honorable as always, little halfling of Hedwyn!" Ubik grins widely at your sight, not taking you seriously as a threat in spite of it all.
"Let me do the honor of harvesting the souls he brought along with him." Conrad talks down to you from the red pedestal of faces that the gigantic entities watch you from afar.
"CONRAD!" you growl at the one responsible for all your misfortunes, more so than Femto himself. The proliferation of your plagues shall end here and now! You shall regret the day you ever came to spare me."
"Poor little halfling. Despite coming this far, he has yet to understand his true calling..." Slan fondles her breasts, eagerly preparing herself to masturbate to the oncoming carnage. "Shall he fail to become one of us thanks to Griffith's rebellion, you will work well as my little servant for a good few centuries. It will be delightful to see how quick you'll forget your loved ones, once I place my hands on you..."
"This child of the astral is beneath me. There are greater threats here present." Void speaks up after seeing Gaiseric and his behelit sword teleport behind you.
"Prepare yourself, halfling. They will not hold back."
