>>6183259“Divine Dragon Force. We're going in.” you say, squaring up to the wound in reality oozing that pink smoke, your Stand materializing around your right arm.
“Are you sure?” it asks, a hint of hesitation to its tone. “We might not be able to make it back.”
“If we don't shut this down, then this entire reality will be overrun by these things. We have to stop it, here and now!” you roar, emerald aura blazing as you draw your right back. Then without any more hesitation you explode forward, charging directly at the tear. “HRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!”
Emerald aura blazing, Berserker Soul unleashing more and more power as you approach this damage to reality itself. Blasting back the smoky Zamasu as they try to approach, dispersing their forms. None of them can stop you, nothing can stop you now.
“GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!” you roar, getting close to the tear. And if by instinct youthen swing, charging Stand-clad fist first directly into the rip.
“GWRRROOOOOAAAAAAAR!!” Divine Dragon Force bellows, as you and Divine Dragon Force, as one, strike the wound in reality itself. And as you and your Stand strike, there's a flash of light. And then everything around you changes. One moment you're on Marron's dark, sun-less world. And the next you find yourself, well... You aren't sure where. Looking around, nothing makes sense, your mind trying to process what you're seeing. Colors and shapes appear from the void, your mind struggling to process this place. Overwhelming your mind and defying all reason, only for a familiar face to suddenly appear. Your mind snaps to focus as one face appears from the void, one you now recognize as that of Zamasu. Except, that one face isn't along. The ENTIRE VOID is made of Zamasu, every inch of everything radiating with the godling's power. And more importantly, its hatred of you. As you recognize it, the void of Zamasu before you appears to focus on you, all their hatred turning on you.
“[/b:lit]NINGEN!![/b:lit]” they all roar in unison, this void of a reality shaking with their collective hatred. And as they all roar, outraged and sickened by your presence, you suddenly feel very... Small. You're all alone, outnumbered by innumerable foes who all seek your end, every single one of their power linked and combined, doubling and redoubling each other's strengths until their collective power dwarfs anything you've ever felt. Future Chaya, Meloka Black, Lord Beerus, Zen-Oh, even Mechikabura, NOTHING you've ever felt compares to what you find yourself up against. It's as if this tear in reality opened up the dimensions to a reality where EVERYTHING had become Zamasu, where Zamasu and only Zamasu exists anymore. “<span class="mu-s">DIE, ~NINGEN~ FILTH!!”
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