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"How utterly dissapointing. You fail me again, Shino."

A massive telekinetic force puts all of the fighters down on their backs. Shino included, even though it seemed he barely clung to life. The Collector, clad in his blue jacket, held his hand out to grip the five of them..

"While I am here, I have the power of every soul I have killed. The font of Occultism, the might of my chimeric Verona. As I have said before..."

As they are all pinned, the two-thirds finished axe is lifted from Arthur's satchel, and flies towards the final piece in the Collector's hands. When it is completed, it glows in fantastic light, consuming the entire room and sending out a shockwave.

When sight returns, The Collector is no longer there. Only a golden being of the storm, flashing in electricity and commanding the winds. The roof is blown off the mansion, revealing a swirling tornado around all of them.

"DO YOU SEE NOW? THE END IS HERE."

"I AM ZA'NAN. THE STORM INCARNATE. YOU HAVE DONE YOUR ROLE WELL, BUT NOW YOU MUST END."

The power he exhibited- it was beyond the encounter in the snow. It was all-consuming.

It was hopeless.
[01:06] Moments after their battle finished, his golden hue staring off into the distance whilst pocketing what remains of the amalgamation. As it slide away below his cloak, even the Rhoynur couldn't help, but be flung to his back. Slamming against the ground nearly threatening to dissolve all oxygen from his lungs.

A lucky save in that, he barricaded his form with temporal magics, staving his consciousness. "W-W... Wha' da hel' Arthur!?" Watching as the pieces of what weapon the man sought to complete be achieved by the man they'd now sought to destroy.

Explosive, dynamic, blinding.

The transformation occurred like a bolt of lightning touching the ground. It did take a genius to realize the difference between what they fought now to what they'd been going against now.

A combination of what souls were gathered in the building now converged to the newly recreated being. "W-We gotta stan' an figh' dis shit! Look wha'cha did Arthur!"

Growling, spouting comments merely to drive away the pain that came with forcing himself to a stand. Gripping, tearing his nails into the surface of the ground. Digging up the dirt while legs reeled together, pushing up towards the ceiling.

Coating down from head to toe, the scattered moments in time. Unable to even bring his spiritual sight to life. The Rhoynur readied himself, without even looking beside him.

He charged forward, knowing those beside him wouldn't be too far behind.
(Basten)
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[01:06] Crushed by a sudden force, the General could only widen her dark pits for eyes at the situation. What was going on? And before she'd know it, she'd be in the eye of a storm. Between then and there, there had been some more moaning from the Collector, and then this.

Alya stood up, acknowledging the hopeless situation they were in. Caught in the bowels of a storm conjured up by this being. Well, what she could perceive as a storm. The colours were still messed up, making for a very foreign experience.

She did not feel fear so much anymore, but sheer disgust. This massive, golden entity was brilliant, and yet she felt more revulsion for it than she did for any of the malformed creatures he threw at them.

"Monsters."

The massive breezes made her voice practically impossible to hear for the normal ear.

"After this, there'll be one less to worry about."

Her voice charged with vitriol. The fear that one plagued her turned into a growing desire to eradicate what distressed her so. The Magnum was pulled and aimed at the God-like entity that controlled the storm. Black eyes seeking to damn this thing's very soul to the deepest pits of Helheim.
(Alya Kriemhild)
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[01:08] {NARRATION} There is a very strong aura around Za'Nan. An ungodly amount of pressure. Hope drains the longer you look at him.

It will take a true miracle, a wish that all realization are within your grasp to truly win.

Good luck, Heroes.
[01:08] Jin's hues would shift around her as the voice was heard. She'd open her mouth to say something before suddenly feeling an overwhelming force, blasting her off of her feet.

The captain would skid on the ground, falling flat on her back in a daze.

"What jus-"

The demon's grip would be felt as it grasped all if them at once, smushing the five of them together. Jin would grit her teeth. Watching helplessly as the axe pieces fused together into the legendary weapon that Arthur had been seeking to craft for so long.

She'd avert her gaze as the weapon began to become brighter and brighter. Soon exploding out with a shockwave of energy. As her sight came back, jin would be on her knees coughing. Hues soon raise up toward the sight of the Collector's new form.

"The only end I see here is yours."

The woman would state, propping herself up with her blade. This wasn't the first time she'd fought against overpowered monsters... And it most certainly wouldn't be the last. Flames soon blast forth around her, Jin was ready for whatever happened next.

"Bring it on!"
(Jin Kriemhild)
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[01:11] {Item} You picked up Elixir Of Healing. Dropped by Basten. .
[01:12] All six of the warriors were pinned down by an incredible telekinetic force, dragged down onto their backs by an otherworldy weight. Something not human, not normal. Beyond them. Eldritch, perhaps?

It didn't matter. Even with her pinned, her energy still wrapped around Shino and began to soothe him. To patch together what wounds she could. Just to keep him holding onto life. As she did that, though, she noted the source of this hold.

The Collector. The halfling bastard that caused all of this. She'd jested and fucked with him prior, but since seeing what he'd done to the Rhoyn and Shino? The time for any sort of comedy was gone. She didn't care to try and break the tension.

The power of every soul he'd killed. Occultism, Verona. A typical villain speech. Thinking back, she was right; this place did provide him a boost in strength. They should have tried to destroy the house from the outside.

As the axe found itself removed from Arthurs person, the blinding light that surrounded them upon its completion stunned her completely. The shockwave shattered windows, allowing light to flood inwards. Every beam that impacted the axe split off against it like a prism, showering them in its majesty.

As her sight returned to her, the visage of a new creature stood tall before them. A towering beast of shimmering aurum, lightning and wind splitting from his terrible form. As the roof of the mansion found itself torn from its bindings, it revealed an incredibly destructive tornado whisking around the area, with them stuck in the eye.

"Fuck. . " Magne grunted, climbing to her feet. "Ryujin's tail. ."

She felt honestly hopeless when her eyes met the being. It was gloriously incandescent, radiating arcane energies. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was unholy. .

Regardless, Magne only had one goal. She had to tear this thing apart. It was a danger to all of Esshar, no, all of Eternia. Even when feeling hopeless, she could only fight onwards. There was no escape.

"Well guys? Just another monster to take out." she chuckled, motivation rising up within her. No, they could take this thing down. They'd saved nations, battled creatures of unforetold power, slain beasts more powerful than her imagination she could come up with.

This was just another one for the pile.
(Magne Kriemhild)
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[01:13] Arthur pulled himself up the last set of stairs as he looked at the storm the collector had becoming his angry was still growing he wasn't sure that he had ever been this anger even when they had come to take the mountain he had been this angry but this what this thing was trying to do he could feel it on his winds on his feather as he looked at the storm. He was trying to use the wind to stop him? He was trying to create a storm to stop him, he didn't moved as he felt the segie breaker ripped from his back and he looked up a the eye of the storm.

Take the anger, take it and put it in a place that it can work for you use it and be more than it could every be on its own. He looked at the storm as he grabbed the blade he was going to get what was his back and them he was going to mash the storm in and then he was going to raze his place to the ground even as he stood there and looked up through the winds. He grabbed his word as he pushed more mana that he had ever pushed into the weapon as he created a vacuum around the blade. He pulled the air from the storm itself as his wings caught the wind. There was a grin as he was able to place that anger in a place that would be able to work for him and he was going to make good on his promise that he would kill this thing, be him man, spirit or demon it would die here.

"We kill da fucker then we take it back Basten, den we drink tell we stupid in da head. As for da rest of ya well lets Kill da fucker?!"

He let his wings expand the feather turning multi-colored in the light As he pushed off from the ground letting the air carry him and pulled a bottle from his pack and downing it as he looked at he storm. This was in his blood he was a dragon for the winds. ""Well ya storm fucker lets ride."
(Arthur)
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[01:29] {NARRATION} It all seems hopeless.

Before Za'Nan, all is dust. The Storm consumes all. A golden god that strikes down all he sees.

The Siegebreaker is being overflown with occult energies, beyond it's normal capacities as an axe. With all five down, there is but the simple matter of crushing them all in a single fell swoop.

"BURN, MY COSMIC POWER!"

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_gf6V7ynWE)

A shell of pure cosmic light surrounds the five heros as Shino, the near-dead Saintly Warrior stands from his entombment in the Chimera Masterpiece. The barrier holds against Za'Nan's attack.

"Brave heroes... finish this! TAKE THE LAST COSMIC LIGHT I CAN GIVE!"

The attack is repelled enough for the "god" to be knocked away for a moment, and Shino falls. The barrier was a success, and what came from it..?

Each one of them is filled with his spirit, his golden will to survive and finish this fight. All of their limits have been broken, and just this one time?

They may fight as gods against a god.

[Each fighters recieves ONE spell that will be removed after this fight. Go on, brave warriors.

End this.]
[01:40] The blessing brought forth by Shino's final effort would coat the drakan's pure-white wings. They had siphoned in the very cosmic essence, given them a golden glow. One far stronger than that of the usual holy-variant. This was radiating of mana that far surpassed most magis.

Now? Each scale from Alya could be used as far more than just a flashbang. Each was a portal, or maybe a mirror of sorts, that could manifest her being in a split second- at the speed of light. She could essentially employ speeds so great, it seemed like she was in multiple places at once.

"This . . . I don't know who you are, Shino. But you have my blessing. Now."

Black, abyssal eyes fixated the disconcerting but now slightly less intimidating deity. She no longer felt fear. Not toward this entity, anyway. Because with this speed and power, she could take on anything.

"You will undergo the first proper experiment that doesn't involve random mish-mashes. I will test my new power on you. And maybe, just maybe, you'll get a quick finish."

It was on.
(Alya Kriemhild)
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[01:40] As they fought on against what felt like impending doom. Behind every strike he delivered, the storm tore at his massive frame with ease. Scars building quicker than expected in the initial clashes.

Blood drawn, spilled as the Rhoynur continued to drag his feet forward. One step at a time until finally rushing forward once more.

"Argh!"

Blown away, forced against his will. Even as he braved the harsh lashings of lightning, howling gales. Both arms raised in defiance, pulling the mans weight against his will.

"D-Damn... Ta island is filled wit crazy shit!"

Having thought to already overcome death against an impossible odd. The time was ticking as storms gathered around the being form. Before finally releasing their souls from within.

A sigh unlike any, but a familiar action to the Rhoynish, forced to watch once more as a spirit sacrificed themselves for the greater good.

Bellow smoke amassing throughout the area, the Rhoynur gazed upon the others surrounding him, before looking down at his hands. Overflowing with strength.

With power.

The Cloak churned to life once more, spinning without tame. An affinity lost to the spirit realm had become whole through the action of another. Empowered to limits he only dreamed of thus far.

"T-Than' ya... Fuck! How many dy'in be'fo we kill dis shit! We're end'em! Ta'gatha!"

Rolling his neck, without even taking notice to it. His golden gaze went beyond the flicking still images reflected in his magic. For the remainder of this fight?

He could see, everything. Sharpened by the refined endowment, allowing his spiritual gaze to blossom into the Chronos eye.

(Basten)
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[01:43] There was nothing they could do. All five of the warriors were dispatched without any issues whatsoever, barely even managing to land a scratch upon the being. It was like they were insignificant to it. Like it could just. . wave its hand and wipe them out.

There was nothing at all they could do. .

Until a certain someone appeared.

Shino crawled from the ground, scraping at the ground beneath his feet. He was barely conscious, barely able to focus. Barely able to stand. And yet. . he held just one last spec of energy.

The barrier erected with the last of Shino's energy deflected the finishing blow, knocking this demigod backwards for a single moment.

But a moment was all it took.

His barrier did not fade, however. It melded into them all. It imbued them with a divine strength, each of them feeling a power they had not felt before. For Magne? It was speed. Light itself. Her entire body was energised with the energy of the Sun itself,blinding in its radiance. She felt stronger, faster. Like she could move at the speed of light permanently.

Golden energies began to erupt outwards from her as her wings once again shattered, a heavy smirk present upon her pallid visage.

"Shino. Thank you. Your blessing will not be in vain. I hope you protected what you wished to protect before you met this fate. Let us take it from here."

The Steadfast Kriemhild stood before her current enemy, her entire body radiating an ethereal light. Chunks of wood and gravel rose up from around the group of fighters.

Deity against Deity.

It was time for this Collector to perish.
(Magne Kriemhild)
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[01:45] Arthur took a second as he pulled himself from the tree falling down to the ground as he coughed up a mouthful of blood that hurt he was barely able to get to his feet, he was hurt but he could still feel is rage but he wasn't in any shape to use any of it he was a mess of pain and injury but he wasn't going to stop here he had made a promised that he would help Shino find piece and he would keep his promised. As he looked up at the storm as there was a light a light that cut through the wind around them he looked at the man, the saint they call Shino as he came back one more time and he could only grin at the man with a blood covered smile as he gave them the power to keep up the fight.

He was Arthur he was of the dragonblood and he was a wind magi he was a fighter and he would never let the blood in his veins show him up. He grit his teeth as he let his blood the blood with the dragon take the for front as the scales covered his arms as his talents dug in the ground, it was like he had drank Basten potion once more but this time this was different it was a change that he had been able to control he was more dragon than man for that day once gain and he was more that just rage he was purposed. He pulled in the air as he felt his lungs expand one more and his heart pumping blood to the rest of him.

His wings to on the multi-color sheen as he looked at the storm. There was a sacrifice to be made and the greatest had been made he looked at there the man once stood and pulled out a golden cloth and looked at the man. He wanted to fight against the gods? Then he was going to do so in the Cloth of Saint and as the saint of dragons himself!

"Onwards and we send dis fucker back ta da abyss!!"
(Arthur)
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[01:48] Jin would barely be able to keep up with the strength of this being's attacks... Not even Dong Zhian reached this level of strength! Every strike was more than enough to fry her alive with a single blow. As the five of them battled against the god like entity before them, They would be met with a relentless onslaught of occultic storm.

"Not yet..."

She'd think through the burning pain and the broken bones.

The captain would desperately dodge and weave through the lightning and cutting wind, barely creating walls of magma in time to block them. Soon enough, she'd be blasted to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of her as she skidded across the ground.

Somehow, she was being reminded of her times dueling in Osrona… The battles she fought against people she stood no chance against.

"Not... yet..."

She'd struggle to get on her feet, screaming out as the blood dripped down. Her Arcanium hues shift upward as a the monster moves to end them all with one final blow.

But instead of doom? Bright light emerges. Shino's presence blasts forth, bathing the five of them with unimaginable power. Jin looks down at her hands, the overloaded circuitry now white hot as the Saint used the last of his power to strengthen them to the power equivalent to that of the gods themselves.

Jin would offer a soft laugh, soon growing louder with each passing second. And mere seconds after? Jin would blast upwards to a stand. Her flames reaching their peak potential as the Azure flames burnt with a blinding brightness to them.

"Thank you Shino..."

She'd state, soon resting her gaze on the demon before them.

"This is going to be one for the books."

The blade would encase itself with an inferno unlike she'd ever summoned before. This was going to be fun.


(Jin Kriemhild)
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[01:52] Za'Nan, Embodiment of the Storm asks, "How... is THIS POSSIBLE?"
[01:52] Basten exclaims, "Ya! Ya! Ya ain't lik'in da shit now!"
[01:52] Za'Nan, Embodiment of the Storm exclaims, "I AM THE STORM! THAT WHICH WILL END ALL EXISTANCE!"
[01:52] Za'Nan, Embodiment of the Storm exclaims, "BEGONE!"
[01:52] Magne Kriemhild exclaims, "You misjudge the last rites of a dying magi, Collector!"
[01:52] Magne Kriemhild says, "The power they hold. ."
[01:53] Arthur stand glistening in his golden cloth

(Arthur)