>>5440627As he readied a stomp onto Zodd's head, they both took notice of Ganishka's transformation. A demon with the power of a god, a new world order in the form of chaos, the end of the world as the roar of the astral was soon to be, but before that, Ganishka's Shiva form would have to be dealt with.
The combined efforts of Zodd, Barnham, and perhaps the entirety of the apostles from Griffith's group would not be able to quantify a billionth of the Shiva's power, transforming, absorbing and sucking the life form of everything present to become his own. Something the bear was very familiar with.
"HGGGHN!?" Barnham felt his stomach turn, the bile in his body reverting as he felt the urge to barf. After decades of overeating, could it be that another stronger apostle form would be able to steal his powers?
Barnham vomited as the colossus walked through the clouds, forming a fosse the size of a city with every step he formed, walking right to the capital of Midland. The pathway clearly being defined with the obstruction of Ilos. He could feel himself growing weaker with each imposing rumble reverberating across the earth. A meteor of showers came with several pseudo-apostles being formed from the crumbs of life around him. The moving vermin that came from Barnham's unknowingly functional stomach showed this was all according the God Hand's plan.
"Calculating bastards..." Barnham reverted back into his blueish human form to preserve his strength, aiming to return to Ilos to prevent them from being squashed.
"Hold it! Our fight is not over!" Zodd angrily pleads for their duel to procede, even if a mercy kill were all that it took for it to end.
"What do you mean? We're finished. I win." Barnham had his priorities set straight, he had more to worry about. The people of Ilos and their lives mattered more than the death of Zodd.
Seeing how Zodd didn't lose much else other than his wings, he could regenerate from his broken bones should Barnham be able to stop the Shiva. However, Zodd did not feel like doing much other than laying with his head to the sky, staring at the clouds.
Had Zodd peaked? Was he uncapable of defeating anyone who matched him in power? How many other humans, apostles and in-between would out-skill him until he came to terms with the truth?
Femto already had wings, The Falcon of Darkness did not need his. Why did he pretend that serving as his transportation device was anything other than eating from his hand?
As Griffith was soon to appear, he would know the look of distant indifference that would mark his disapproval, in attempting to fly with the falcon, Zodd had lost his wings to a creature without one.
