Мастер Исандер
Verse and Dimensions: Stories
Hyperman savagely attacked the dealer, wrestling him up the ceiling. Once he got underneath him, pinning him to the ceiling, Hyperman threw many punches up at him. The Dealer resorted to a different method, employing his “special cards” as weaponized attacks. He activated one card, and split himself into five copies that surrounded Hyperman.The Dealer grabbed Hyperman by the shoulders, ramming his knee right into his chest. The wind was knocked out of Hyperman, but he had enough force to headbutt The Dealer’s solar plexus and disorient him. Suddenly, Gabriel showed up, with a large gun clutched in his hands. “Nobody move!” he said grimly, as he cocked the gun and took aim at the crowd. He peered through the scope of the gun, searching the paralysed crowd for his target. He found The Dealer, and fired. Meanwhile as The Dealer fought Hyperman, he suddenly stood up and, without even looking, caught the projectile heading towards him from behind with a single hand. He turned back to face Gabriel, before reversing the projectile’s direction and throwing it towards him. Gabriel jumped out of the way to avoid it. Gabriel grunted as he flew down to the dancefloor, summoning two guns from a pocket dimension. He dual-wielded them, rapidly firing at The Dealer. The Dealer took the shots head-on, not even flinching. He slowly walked towards Gabriel as he kept firing, until Gabriel had empty his full supply of ammunition. Gabriel slowly looked down at his empty guns, then back at The Dealer, standing inches away and grinning smugly. “…shit.” he finally said, as he carelessly dropped his guns with a thud. The Dealer threw a punch but Gabriel ducked down, reaching for the trosinium dagger strapped at his thigh as he rose back up. He suddenly slashed the blade at The Dealer, who bent backwards to dodge it. The Dealer suddenly blinked out of sight, before teleporting behind Gabriel and kicking him in the back, knocking him to his knees. Hyperman and The Dealer jumped onto the wall, scaling it as they fought each-other across the vertical surface. Then, they jumped to the ceiling, locking bloody knuckles upside-down. The rest of the crowd looked in awe as they watched the fight on the ceiling.
Amidst the battle, Hyperman saw the Shield lying close by, and knew that this was his chance. Hyperman jumped off the ceiling and dove down towards the Shield, and shoved his arm through its metal loops. He then turned to The Dealer, who had followed him down, and bashed it into his face, creating a giant shockwave. The Dealer came crashing down, his cards falling out of his pockets and scattering all around him.
Black demonic creatures began crawling out from the cards, ensnaring The Dealer in their spindly shadowy fingers. “No!” The Dealer screamed, his pleas for help cut off as he was dragged down into the abyss.“No, no, no! That’s not how the game is played!” The Dealer cried, like a petulant child who didn’t get his way. The heap of scattered cards began trembling, as the spirits trapped within became aroused.
When the experience concluded, the Supergods felt their bodies return, and they found themselves in a completely new and vibrant environment. Golden light poured down from the heavens, piercing through the perfectly white clouds in streams of polar lights. Not too far below, angelic beings flew about, carried on their wings. Colors of gold, silver and white could be found everywhere.Hyperman turned to see the woman he had met earlier. “Hey, there you ar-” he began to say, when he suddenly stopped. The woman turned to face him, and her face opened up, revealing a monstrous mass of tentacles that reached out to grab Hyperman. “Oh shit!” Hyperman yelped as he scrambled away. The creature tried to lunge at him, but before it could reach him it was obliterated by a blast from Gabriel’s weapon. “You sure have an odd taste in women.” he remarked as he helped Hyperman up. “Was that what I think it was…?” Hyperman dreadfully asked. Gabriel nodded. “That was a Hazard servitor masquerading as an entity. Some are still around despite the war having ended.” “But why me?” Gabriel shrugged. “I don’t know. They don’t usually tend to intelligently select targets, especially without any immediate commanding force. But it isn’t my job to find out why. Speaking of which, I believe this is the part where we must part ways for good. Many people around here would kill you if they knew who you really were.” “What, that I’m Hyperman?” he asked. Everyone in the club turned towards Hyperman, glaring at them as though they all wanted to murder him – which they did. “IT’S HIM!” one of them roared, as they all began charging towards him. Hyperman promptly turned to The Recruiter, who had just appeared beside him. “Let’s get out of here!” he hastily said. “Smart idea.” Replied the Recruiter, as she repaired Hyperman’s damages and teleported them away. . . . Qorter banged his fists. “That’s it?! That’s all we have of Supergods so far?! That’s byllshaet!” he growled, as he began shooting his gun at Dei everywhere in all directions. They all missed her. Qorter eventually stopped shooting after missing so many metatimes. Dei blankly blinked at Qorter a few metatimes, before looking back down at the inscripverse and continuing to read it. Qorter sighed in resignation, throwing the gun down onto the logical table and slumping back, as he was forced to continue enduring more of the story. . . . CHAPTER 7 “So, you want our help in tracking down pieces of armor, so we can present them to this hero figure, so he can help with fighting some vague threat?” Conceptilum asked The Recruiter, after she gave an explanation to the Supergod Council not unlike the one she gave to Hyperman. The Recruited nodded. “Indeed. Currently, there remains two pieces of gear – The Blade, The Helm and The Cloak. So, will you all accompany me, or not? This is the metatime to decide.” All the Supergods looked at each-other one last metatime. Imaginatim first stepped forward. “I’ll come if there’s cheese!” Realitus then stepped up. “If it will attract more worshippers because of my heroic deeds, than I shall accompany.” Unthil sighed as he approached The Recruiter. “The less headaches for us, the better.” Conceptilum stepped forward. “I won’t go anywhere without my children.” Logixel stepped forward. “I’ll gladly make things right.” Paradoxus was last to step forward. “Enough talk, let’s kick some glootyysys!” The Recruiter nodded. “Very well, it seems we are all on the same page. Now, the next piece we are searching for, the Blade of Destiny, is in one of the monocosms here in this beyond bubble. Specifically, it is in Oblivion, in a Multiverse called ‘The Architecture’ by some.” “Wait, so you’re saying that this legendary artifact is in our trash can?” asked Conceptilum. The Recruiter snapped her fingers, and then suddenly, the Supergods found themselves surrounded by the brightest, whitest Light. Hyperman briefly lost feeling in his body, becoming almost ethereal. An ominous yet beautiful sound played as this all happened. Location: The Architecture, Oblivion-Ot
Advanced science and technology, powerful magics, tall, clean streets. It was a perfect Utopia, or at least, as much of a utopia as The Architecture could have.
“Welcome, to The Realm of Life.”
Suddenly, a large being appeared before them. His figure was cool, composed. But also assertive in demeanor. “Halt! Who are you, and what are your intentions in the Realm of Life?” The being demanded. At his side was his weapon, Soulbreaker, which blazed with souls of enemies that he and the weapon’s previous owner had killed prior.“How could the Blade of Destiny be in this backwater Multiverse?” Asked Realitus as they wandered around. “Also, why can’t we just, you know, teleport the blade into our possession?” Paradoxus added. The Recruiter shook her head. “It isn’t that simple. As I said before, those who possess pieces of The Knight’s gear are just as powerful as the opponent they face. Taking it by force would be a lot more difficult than handling things diplomatically.”
The Recruiter briskly approached the being. “Come now, Magnus, Breaker of Chaos. There is no need for hostility.”
“You should not be cocky to I, Magnus, Breaker of – wait what? How did you -”
“I’m omniscient.”
“You may have guessed my name, but you may not know that I am-”
“-’champion of the Angels’, yeah yeah I know the whole spiel, let’s just cut to the chase.”
Magnus was taken aback. “…very well. State your business here.”
“We must see The Grand Seraphim at once. The matter is urgent.” The Recruiter replied, as a divine white light suddenly appeared above them.
“You requested my presence?” Spoke a golden voice, which emanated from the light.
“Ah yes, the Grand Seraphim.” Replied The Recruiter as she looked up at the light.
The Recruiter smiled, ignoring what Realitus said. “Good to hear.”“Please, just call me Seraph Michael. There is no reason for such formalities.” “Perhaps not for you…” commented Realitus.
And the odd eldritch void entity sitting on their own in the corner was The Collect, leader of… well, themself.Everyone was then teleported inside the realm’s palace. Michael now stood before them in his humanoid form, sitting at the head of an enormous ornate table in the meeting hall. In other seats were a group of equally diverse beings. The large black spiky being was Taghiat Quasia, leader of The Xir’algath. The two beings of golden light and black shadow were respectively the Light King and Shadow King, representatives of the id. The ornately robed exoskeletal being was Malls Voyars, the Grandhigh Librarian of The Infinites.
“Now, what is the issue at hand? But please try to be brief. The annual embassy meeting with the rest of The Five is soon to begin.”
Logixel shyly stepped forward. “Uh, see, that’s the thing. Our issue is regarding your multiverse’s Blade of Destiny.”
This phrase caused a shockwave amongst The Five. They all began murmuring amongst themselves.
“Surely you are mistaken. The Prophecy of Blades has already come to pass with the defeat of The Architect, the destruction of his cosmic egg and the reunification of the Five Multiversal energies into The Source…” the Grandhigh Librarian stammered.
“-Alom.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“It’s not ‘the source’. Its real name is Alom…” Conceptilum quietly corrected.
“And for the record, The Architect was not defeated. In fact I’d say you bunch made things a lot worse, because your actions ultimately resulted in The Architect meeting and merging with the rest of the Oblivious Entities, becoming an enormous monster who rampaged across multiple monocosms and was quite a mess for us to deal with…so great going there.” Unthil said.
“Mono-what?” Asked the Light King.
Taghiat was becoming angered, the spikes on his body extending outward. “Just who are you beings?! How do you know so much about us, and why shouldn’t I clobber you where you stand?!” He began to rise up from his seat, but Seraph Michael stopped him by sticking out his arm to hold him back.
“At ease, brother. There is no need for such hostilities. Let us continue to hear these beings out…” he said softly. Taghiat grunted as he leaned back into his seat.
The Recruiter telepathically told him shut up, this isn’t helping…and we can’t do that, before turning back to face The Five. “We come from a place far, far beyond this Multiverse of yours. We are infinitely beyond even The Architect Himself. And we are facing up against a threat potentially far beyond even I. But your sword, The Blade of Destiny, it is a piece to the puzzle we need to save existence.”“Also, we could easily smash all of your existence into Nothingness. Just to let you know.” Replied Paradoxus in an attempt to intimidate them.
Taghiat looked towards Michael. “You can’t do this! How are we supposed to trust them?”
“My Father did not sacrifice himself so that The Multiverse would only be destroyed later. If Existence itself is at stake, I think that is a very valuable reason for these beings to have the blade.”
With that, Seraph Michael pulled a small object out from his robes, wrapped in cloth. He opened it to reveal the hilt of a sword. He then looked to the others, expecting them to do the same. Taghiat, the Light and Shadow King, the Grand Librarian and The Collect all pulled out their own segments of the sword, before presenting them to The Recruiter.
“How does this surprise you? I know that you know about your alternate selves. And I am clearly not from this Transcendentem.” The Recruiter said.“This is all that remains of The Blade of Destiny. It was broken in the act of defeating The Architect, as you probably know.” Michael said to her. “I can sense you are well-intentioned. I hope I am not wrong. Now go and stop the threat. And keep us in your thoughts…” The Recruiter nodded, and with that, she teleported herself, Hyperman and Prismus out of the Architecture. “Huh, it really seems like these -verses are doing very well off without their Oblivious Entities governing them.” Logixel remarked. “You know, I’m pleasantly surprised that went so smoothly. There wasn’t even any fight…” “Oh, there was, you just didn’t see it.” “What?” “Never mind. Just come with me now. The last piece we must procure is The Helm. However, it is not in this Transcendentem.” The Recruiter said. “‘This’ Transcendentem?” Asked Unthil.
“But what about the stability of our beyond bubble? If we abandon this place, there is no telling what could run amuck.” Conceptilum said.
“Do not worry. So little metatime will have passed here that you might as well have never even left once you return.” The Recruiter approached the Supergods, as she teleported them all to their destination.
-–
Location: Transcendentem-Tv…
The Recruiter and The Supergods found themselves in a version of Beyond in this alternate Transcendentem.
“It doesn’t look much different from ours.” Logixel commented as he observed the environment.
“I can’t sense my alternate selves here…” said Unthil.
The Recruiter turned to them. “They have all died.” she revealed. She could tell this made some of the Supergods uncomfortable. “Do not worry, they weren’t good. Or at least, they were worse than you are.” She followed up, though still not making it seem much better.
“How did they die?” asked Conceptilum.
“In short, they were abusive of their power, and when they all were fused into a single being, they had the potential to control the entirety of this Transcendentem. So a group of aspect lords intervened and killed them, so as to preserve balance and stability.”
“So, what has happened here without any supergods?” asked Realitus. “Surely everything must have collapsed into total anarchy without anyone to worship.”
“Actually, most beings have no idea that the Supergods are dead, and some never even knew of their existence” replied The Recruiter, to which Realitus was clearly miffed. “Anyways, the reason we are here is to locate The Helm. I haven’t pinpointed its exact location, but it is no-doubt in this Transcendentem.” The Recruiter mentally searched Beyond, before finding the signature of The Helm being emitted from within a certain monocosm. “It is in The Barrel.”
“Sigh, of course, where else?” Unthil groaned.
-–
Location: Redspace, Barrel-Bv…
The Lords of The Hexagon traveled through the unforgiving scape of Redspace, as part of the mission assigned to them. They were not skilled in navigating these spaces in the way that Rifters were, however they had enough mind to survive in the open. The group began to slow their travel, when they encountered what remained of a derelict universe nearby.. “That seems like a good point for us to pause and get our bearings.” The First said, as he began heading towards it.
“I don’t know about you, but that seems too good to be true. This is one of the few things we have found throughout this otherwise completely open zone. It seems like the prime candidate for a Hazard nest.” The Third cautiously said. However, she saw that the rest of the group seemed to have little problem with this, as they were all already following behind The First. The Third sighed in resignation as she followed too.
There was nothing of much note to be found in the universe after they entered it, save for the ancient ruins of a megastructure. Judging by the architecture and building materials, it seemed to have once been a temple of worship. Although there was in fact one Hazard servitor encountered in the ruins, it was quickly disposed of and the lords were otherwise pleasantly surprised to find it devoid of other enemies. The Second turned to see a broken plaque that was buried beneath some rubble. “Hm, what is this?” Ze said, pointing it out.
The First approached the rubble and cleared it away, before pulling out the broken fragments of the plaque. After assembling it, The First was disappointed to find that he did not recognize the language of the symbols with which the plaque was inscribed.
“Here, I think I may be able to translate it.” The Fifth offered, as she approached the fragmented plaque. She psychically tapped into it, pausing for a few seconds, before saying, “-’John Shall Consume All’.”
The other Lords looked on at her in confusion. “John…?” asked The Sixth.
“Hang on, I may have mistranslated that name. Let me try again.” There was a pause, before The Fifth looked back up. “…Najha-Tebah. It says ‘Najha-Tebah Shall Consume All’.”
A chilling silence surrounded the Lords of The Hexagon for a moment. “Najha-Tebah. I know I have heard that somewhere before…” The First said. All the others felt the same, but the truth of the matter was that none of them had ever in fact heard the name before. However, there was no doubt that the name, “Najha-Tebah”, carried an eerie familiarity, and gave a sense of Déjà vu to not just the Lords of The Hexagon, but all who heard it.
“Indeed, you should know the name.” a voice suddenly said. The Lords turned to see a dark shrouded figure approach them. His figure was of stars and madness, and his garb was of oppression and despair. He was Venrensorys – or rather, a projection of him. “Najha-Tebah is the progenitor of the External Hazard. Every Hazard Servitor creature you have destroyed, every single thing that is related to The External Hazard in any way, it all originates from Najha-Tebah.” Venrensorys said, as his avatar traversed the ruins in a ghostlike fashion. He brushed his wispy hand along a broken pillar as he passed by it. “Najha-Tebah is the supreme force, and indeed Najha may very well consume all. The threat of this presence eternally looms over Existence, unseen yet ever-present and ever-likely to spontaneously destroy everything, like a natural disaster.” he approached the Hexagon Lords. “But let us not worry about that right now.”
“You seem to sure know a lot about Najha-Tebah.” The Sixth said, narrowing his eyes at Venrensorys.
Venrensorys merely shrugged in reply. “I’ve learnt a lot as a Super God.” he said. “Now, I have not come to give you history lessons. Tell me, have you recovered all fragments of the Xaspunum yet?”
All the Lords of The Hexagon bowed to Venrensorys, their master. “No, my lord. However, we are on the verge of obtaining the last piece. We have reason to believe that it is here in Redspace.”
Venrensorys nodded with approval. “Very good. Now, make haste and recover the final fragment. The Traveler must be destroyed at all costs.” With that, his avatar dissipated, disappearing.
The Lords of The Hexagon split up, searching different areas of the megastructure for the fragment. Later, after more searching, The Lords of The Hexagon finally recovered the final fragment of Xaspunum, which was hidden in its innermost center. They all reconvened, but had little time to celebrate however. That was because a figure suddenly appeared before them. He was starry, even more so than Venrensorys, but these stars bled more malice. His face remained unbetrayed, obscured beneath the large heavy helmet which adorned his head.
“Greetings. I believe you have something that belongs to me?”
-–
The Recruiter mentally peered into The Barrel, pinpointing the exact location of The Helm. “It is in possession of a version of The Omniversal Traveler. He’s become corrupted by dark energies, and is seeking to usurp the Destroyer of this Barrel.”
“Pfft, the power of a Destroyer? I could easily squash him.” Paradoxus commented.
The Recruiter shook her head. “No. I already told you, The Helm makes him as powerful as whatever opponent he faces. That includes all of you, and me. If we jump straight into this unprepared, we could cause collateral damage on a scale which could potentially completely destabilize and destroy The Barrel from the resulting battle. We must plan the next course of action carefully.”
Unthil peered into The Barrel to observe the events himself. He saw the Traveler about to combat the Lords. “There are six beings facing him… six beings just as us.” he observed, the unspoken plan beginning to become apparent to the other Supergods.
Imagination perked up. “Toys?!” She said excitedly.
Realitus frowned. “No, no. This is a terrible plan. It is horribly undignified!” he protested.
“For whom? You?” replied Unthil. “It is our only chance of combatting this being, inside The Omniverse, without physically entering it. Now, shall we pick the ones we want?”
The rest of the Supergods looked at each-other, before making their picks.
Conceptilum chose The First, Imaginatim chose The Second, Logixel chose The Third, Realitus chose The Fourth, Unthil chose The Fifth and Paradoxus chose The Sixth.
Suddenly, The Lords of The Hexagon were surprised to feel a significant increase in their power. It was as if some divine force had entered them and blessed them. They all felt connected to infinitely higher intelligences, in fact almost symbiotically. Their movements were strongly guided, semi-automatic but not completely forced.
“We won’t let you destabilize The Omniverse, Traveler. You shall fall.” The First declared. With that, the Lords initiated their battle with the Omniverse Traveler.
-–
Meanwhile, outside The Barrel, the Supergods were viciously controlling and manipulating the Lords like puppets. They manipulated the beings into performing complex and intricate maneuvers. Some of them (well, only Logixel) were worried about overexerting the Lords of The Hexagon and killing them, but fortunately they seemed durable enough for the high-caliber combat they were being made to perform.
-–
The Lords of The Hexagon were making little progress in their battle. As it raged on, countless -verses destabilized and collapsed around them just from the traveler’s very presence. Finally, both the Supergods and the Lords remembered that there was a large amount of Xaspunum nearby. So, each lord empowered themself with a portion of the Xaspunum, before combining all their attacks into one concentrated and unified attack against the Omniverse Traveler. The Traveler screamed as he disintegrated, and his helmet rolled along the ground before coming to stop.
-–
The Supergods teleported The Helm into their possession, and detached themselves from the Lords of The Hexagon. However, there still remained one loose end. The death of the Omniverse Traveler released the omnilock, setting Venrensorys free. Venrensorys emerged triumphantly from the omnilock prison. “Finally, at long last I am free! Now they all shall learn, that DEATH SHOULD NOT BE CHAI-” he began, only to be squashed beneath The Recruiter as she curbstomped him, killing him. She then turned back to the Supergods. “Now that we have The Helm, we must rendezvous elsewhere. Come.” she said, as she teleported away with them.
CHAPTER 8
Location: Transcendentem-Tc…
Both Hyperman and the Supergod Council stared at each-other oddly. “When were you going to tell me about them?” Hyperman asked.Once both groups were present, the two Recruiters recombined themselves back into a single being. “Ah, now we are all together.” She said to Hyperman and The Supergods.
“Are we seriously bringing a mortal along with us? What is it going to be of use for, other than providing entertainment?” Asked Realitus.
“‘Practically’ doesn’t count, trust me.” Said Unthil.Hyperman took offense to Realitus’ remark. “Hey, back off. I’m practically Omnipotent.”
“All of you, silent. Remember that I am more powerful than all…” The Recruiter began, before she trailed off. She had noticed something that captured her attention. The Recruiter had chosen this specific location for the two groups to meet in, mostly because it was an easy point to remember. But what she did not expect was just how drastically different it was.
The Tree Omniverse was…different from when The Recruiter had last visited, though that was putting it very lightly. The Tree was a monstrosity, with twitching eyes, gnashing mouths and writhing appendages. Many Oblivious Entities were skewered on the archversal branch formations, with monotiks, peratiks, paxgods and hartgods consuming small pieces of them like buzzards feeding on carrion.
The Tree wasn’t alive – it hadn’t been to begin with – but it wasn’t quite necessarily non-living, either.
“What happened here?” The Recruiter said out loud, mostly to herself.Upon viewing this gruesome sight, Hyperman doubled over and retched in disgust, nearly puking up some Alom but managing to keep it down.
Imaginatim thought it would be a good idea to climb and play on The Tree, so she began running towards it. The Recruiter tried to warn and stop Imaginatim (while Realitus did the opposite) but she ignored her pleas, hopping gleefully atop an archversal branch. However, rather than being erased, nothing happened at all. Imaginatim simply kept playing amongst the Oblivious entity corpses strewn about and chasing after the scavengers.
The Recruiter was puzzled, wondering how The Tree did not work. Imaginatim was supposed to have been erased from Existence, and yet she wasn’t. Slowly, The Recruiter approached the Tree, placing a single hand upon the Omniverse. Tapping into the connection she had to all things with her Omniscience, The Recruiter accessed The Tree’s psychic imprint, viewing its “memories”:
After seemingly an eternity of falling throughout the Trancendentem Continuum, Oblivious finally landed in Transcendentem-Tc. After all they had been through, their form was completely torn and mangled, with their internal components hanging loosely from the opening in their chest. Oblivious dragged themself through Transcendentem, desperately calling out to Pi – but he too had seemingly abandoned them. Delirious, Oblivious suddenly spotted The Tree close by. Oblivious crawled their way towards The Tree, rested up against it, and then…the unthinkable happened. Oblivious’ form trembled violently, before erupting into an enormous gory explosion that splattered all over The Tree. Entities that comprised Oblivious’ body were scattered everywhere, with many being impaled on the archversal branches of the Tree. Oblivious was most definitely dead, but none of their metaphysical constituents were erased. Something within their substance prevented that. Likely, it was due to a certain Hazard seed given to Oblivious by Pi. And whatever was in that Hazard seed stopped The Tree from fully erasing Oblivious. The erasure was thus only partial, essentially turning metatime within the Beyond-Bt, back to the point in which Oblivious had been defeated by Hyperman and Destroyer within The Barrel, instead shattering across the Omniverse rather than being banished to the Kalyubi Dimension, thus preventing the Kalyubi Incursion from ever occurring.
As it could not have been erased, the substance of Oblivious’ form began rapidly spreading throughout The Tree like a disease, and what followed was the mutual assimilation of the two together…
When the flashback ended, The Recruiter stepped back slightly, shocked by the revelation.
“What happened?” Hyperman asked.
“Well, put simply, the Tree has been…decommissioned.”
“What do you mean, ‘decommissioned’?”
“Well…think of it as a mortal human having clogged arteries, preventing vital blood from flowing properly and efficiently. Something similar has happened to The Tree, and due to it being ‘clogged’ by Oblivious, it has not been able to erase anything for quite a long metatime…”
“Why is this concerning?” Asked Logixel.
“Well, regardless of its intended purpose, The Tree serves to cleanse Transcendentem Continuum of impurities and defects, thus keeping the cosmos in balance. Without them, the Trancendentem Continuum has declined into poor health and now it is being overtaken by malicious anomalies and monsters.”
The Recruiter nodded in agreement with his unspoken realization. “Indeed. Some entity has – and is – taking advantage of the chaos.”“Which means…” began Unthil, as he suddenly started piecing it together.
Suddenly, Hyperman and The Supergods retched over in pain as they heard the most awful sound, accompanied by the most awful sensation. All that The Recruiter heard, however, was a voice suddenly say “Have I been called upon?”
The Recruiter saw that The Tree suddenly flared up in Yellow Flames, brighter than a Cchristmas tree. All the alomic gore and Oblivious Entities were incinerated by the Flame.
“TIMMMMBERRRR!” the voice called out, as The Tree fell in a breathtaking display. A large silhouetted tentacular mass emerged from the archversal stump, casting an enormous and imposing shadow over the group.
A figure began taking form from the mass. Long slithery tendrils hung from beneath the being’s robes. As the figure slowly descended, the tentacles under the robes started writhing and convulsing, knotting themselves together. Two large distinct segments of tentacles appeared, merging together to create what seemed to be tendons in legs. As the tentacles finished morphing into legs, the figure touched down. “I am known by many names; but please, for simplicity sake, just call me Pi.” He declared, menacingly stepping forward on his large tentaclegs, making incredibly heavy thuds with each step. As he walked, he left a trail of Yellow Flames blazing behind him in his wake.