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With the temperature now a chilling wind, the group rushes on through...
The Marking plate hums and reality unfolds for them to pass through the shimmering gateway, rushing through as a spatially-shuddering chime echoes throughout the infinitely small and large confines of the room. They dance upon the thin glass of the between planes, as color, light, and understanding bends and stretches. White to black, vibrant to dull, sharp to soft, they keep running and running. There's no point in stopping or wasting any time, now.
Finally, the incline sharply angles down, and they slide past and through, hopping through the final gap.
"Do you know how long I was waiting for this?" a voice asks. You cover your eyes from the intense light. "Always so resilient. So willful. The perfect little pawns, you humans. Reliable to a fault."
"I commend you for coming this far, really, I do. Always so useful, which I mean sincerely. Always working so hard to fight against it all. It's an admirable trait, if an annoying one. Alas, it doesn't matter. See, I never expected any of them to stop you. Unlike a human, they're not as predictably helpful. However, for all of you?" Xerneas laughs, his voice bouncing around the infinite. "...within the scope of my plans, I could always account for all of you to be here to die."
"Palkia, kill them."
...mission complete?
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