A blue field was generated from the case, fading from their view in an instant. Under their confused eyes, they saw blackish green flas covering them.
And what happened next terrified them to their core
Buildings, walls, bricks, roads...everything began to disappear, as if they were just fignts of their imagination. The only thing that remained were the stones and dirt that remained behind, indentations being their only evidence that they existed.
"W-what the fuck on Earadun i-is t-that!?"
Horrified by what she saw, Celine clasped her mouth, fearing that if she spoke more, the unknown flas would consu her as well, reducing her to nothing. She instinctively went behind Lewis, seeking him as her source of safety (much to his, very secretive, glee).
"Shit! This is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Damn it, if i only knew earlier..."
Punching the ground in rage, Titus began ranting incoherently. His face began sweating profusely, desperation etching slowly in his eyes. "How on Terra did he get Naphex bombs..."
"Umm, quick question: what's a 'Naphex' bomb?"
Lifting her hand in curiosity, Goblina asked the burning question everyone wanted to ask. Swivelling their heads towards Titus, he sighed when he realised that they won't shut up if he didn't answer them.
"Naphex is one of the most horrific creations ever created. Born out of a necessity to end the ravaging hordes of unkillable cunts that escape the Imagenarium, they burned everything into oblivion, turning them back into atoms. At higher concentrations, it's even possible to decompose them all the way to quarks. However, like all weapons, they were easy to misuse. Soon, criminals began using them everywhere to destroy evidence of their cris. This ca to a head when the chanisis Crisis occurred, leading to the rebelling Engineers, now known as Technopriests, to use them in their horrific cris to get rid of all biological flesh. Hundreds of worlds fell to ruin before we could apprehend them, leading to the final confrontation at Morag..."
At these words, everyone sucked in their breaths. They could not fathom the thought of such horrific weapons existing, them wreaking havoc across their world, causing mass destruction everywhere. Just as Lewis was about to ask him about how they worked, the blue barrier around them began fluctuating, creaking as the flas slid across them. "We don't have much ti left. This old bag of mine can only hold on for so long. After that great battle, I didn't have the ti nor capability to fix it..."
More questions arose. Goblina wanting to ask him more, but stopping when the barrier began cracking and breaking apart. Fearing for the worst, they prepared for their inevitable demise, only to realise, to their collective relief, that the flas had begun dispersing. "Thank Terra for that lunatic being approximately tier-7, otherwise we'd have been cooked..."
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Titus turned around, checking upon the rest of the group. Seeing that they were all fine, he heaved another sigh of relief, his worried slightly gone.
"Hah! Now die!"
Suddenly, out of the mist, a green staff swooshed in, striking right at the heart of Duncan. Titus's eyes grew wide in despair, for he was too far away to save him. He could only watch in despair as the mad chmagos struck his killing blow at the young Elf.
"No!"
Fwip!
Plop, plop, plop...
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