Conflagration Debut

However unprepared Avo was for the process of burning himself into the marrow of another’s cognition, his surprise doubled as his ghosts began to scream in the voice of his assimilated prey.

[No! No, let me go! Let me fucking go–]

The sheer terror filling her veins was a euphoric rush he could not put into words. As he ate her away from the inside, she did not vanish so much as she fused into his structure, the core of her self-awareness shattering while the dynamics of her mind played on, simulated by his self-moving fires.

In a sense, it was like layering one Metamind atop another. At the very core, he was still himself, though entire portions of his memories vanished and returned between the microseconds as he struggled to conjoin himself fully to her design. Concurrently, new wants and habits flooded his being. Channeling the aspects of Talon-1’s ego, Avo drank in internalized fear for the first time.

Though long had he sequence and cast constructs tied to such an emotion, only now did he conceptualize how it felt when raw thought-numbing dread numbed the mind in its capacity to think.
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Phantasmal flames erupted up from Talon-7’s accretion in a column of climbing radiance. In the distance, he watched other coruscating spears of burning bright punch up through sequences where his comrades once hid.

Enraptured by confusion, cold terror, and genuine amazement, Talon-3 watched as the blaze swept through Talon-7’s mind, destroying and reconstructing him all at the same time. He was unmade in thought, memory, and constructs, but by the time the fires reached the edges of the Incubus’ accretion, the entirety of his cognition had been rebuilt as a perfect replica.

It wasn’t just a bit like the Conflagration anymore. The way it traveled and burned and consumed… Talon-3 only saw something like that once, and this was the same, only greater in function, capable of breaking and building all the same.

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I have no idea what the fuck is happening.

I say again, idea-no-the-fuck-what.

Strike Cell Flameater is decimated. Their bodies are mind-dead through their proxies, and honestly, there’s nothing left of them. I can’t even classify them as nulled because there’s nothing left of their cognition. No fragments, no drifting artifacts, or leaking emotions.
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The sequences comprising the lobby didn’t burn so much as they became Avo himself, and the influx of ghosts and information flooding his mind broadened his awareness instead of choking him.

He was becoming more without any need for digestion.

Something about that offended the beast that he still was deep down inside, but he was too distracted by the legion of mental templates populating his Metamind.

[Summation: Over fifteen mind templates achieved. Incorporating best habits and structures into ego. Sequencing efficiency estimated to increase by 11.34%. Added 344 combat-variable traumas to Ghostjack. Ghosts have been increased to 233, and component memories–]

He cut off the useless narration of his submind as he just let the details flow into him. He wasn’t interfacing with the Nether so much anymore as he was a living part of it. The Metamind and him were now conjoined inexorably on some level, each part spilling over into each.

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