A/N- Fixed some minor issues from last chapter. Nothing big, just a few mistakes here and there.


Anomaly

Episode 46- The one who broke heaven


The night was cloudless, and a full moon was even showing to bath the ground below in soft moonlight. This light was just bright enough to illuminate something flying in the sky, casting a dark shadow on the ground underneath where it flew high in the sky. A crow, larger than a small house, gliding smoothly through the air. Corvin sat upon its back, holding the peculiar black blade in both of his hands as his feet dangled off the side of the crow.

"Well, things have been progressing even better than I'd hoped they would have." He ran a thumb along the dark blade, reflection in the blade plain to see. "Based on my observations, the wolves are quelled. The Templar's number have been cut down and the remaining ones have been scattered. All I have to do is clean up the rest of them, and then I get to deal with the Masks. After that should be the easy part." He swallowed the sword and laid down onto the crow's back, interlacing his fingers behind his head.

"I wish you could have come here with me, Jay. That all of you could have. I know you all would have supported me through this." His head rolled to face the moon. "Everybody just keeps fighting me. I give them so many opportunities and they choose to fight anyways. They just don't understand. I doubt they would even if I gave them a detailed explanation. No, they'd only understand it if they saw it. Not like you guys. You always trusted me no matter what I did. Even in the end there, Jay, you came around to my defense." He reached his hand out towards the moon. "I don't blame you for hurting me so much, by the way. You were in the right. I was an idiot."

He leaned back and hopped to his feet, arms crossed as he looked down at the moving ground. "No more of that, though. No more suffering." His dark-blue eyes started to shine brightly in the low-light environment. "Let's rile them up. I've quelled so much of them that a little provocation should send them all coming right towards me. I just need to find somewhere suitable."


"You Templar. Oh, how low you've fallen. And in such a short time, too. It seems unbelievable, right? That the most powerful and influential group of humans in the entire world, one that rivaled even the human kingdom and made leaps and bounds in magical progress, was so easily and embarrassingly decimated in such a short amount of time. But the reality is that is precisely what happened."

Those walking around in the human city, one of the few not touched by Corvin due to lacking a Templar presence, looked up atop the roofs of all the buildings surrounding them. Perched on each one was a crow, all looking at the citizens down below and projecting Corvin's voice out from their open beaks.

"So many of you dead, and for what? To defend your ideals I'll soon crush into dust anyways? So many cities ravaged, just to try and preserve your perverse version of 'peace'. Though, it's not like those cities were damaged much by me- the humans who fled them are free to come back and do as they please. I don't care about them- just you Templar."


"You wolves are to blame for all this violence as well."

Starr leaned back against the closest tree he could find, the rest of his team sitting down besides him. There were crows perched on branches as far as the eye could see; enough that anybody living in the forests would be able to hear Corvin's words.

"I understand your position, but look where your violent and prideful nature landed the world. A needless war filled with so many unnecessary deaths. And so many burned villages... for revenge against your oppression? Against humans who likely had nothing to do with the slavery of keidran? And even when asked to stop, you so adamantly refused and answered that plea with even more violence. You're actions were no better than that of a child's. But now so many of your own villages are destroyed, and so many of your race now lie dead. At the very least, you saw sense soon enough to recall your forces and stop attacking the humans. It's an admirable move I hope you'll learn from and consider for the future."

"Is it time, cap'n?" Dan asked, tilting his head to look at Starr.

"Hm..." Starr closed his eyes and leaned his head upwards. "Sounds like it. C'mon, boys. We gotta get going."


"But I'm not after the wolves. Nor the keidran, nor even the humans. Just you Templar."

Alex laced his fingers behind his head, smiling grimly as he stared at the crows perched all along the streets of the basitin island. Everybody around, even the guards, had stopped their daily routines just to listen to the talking birds.

"An oppressive force that endorsed the slavery of an entire species and turned a blind eye when a single madman who lead their entire ranks laid waste to hundreds of thousands of keidran in a fit of grief-stricken rage. You claimed to be at the forefront of magical advancement with your schools and your paths of study, but your goal was never to use that knowledge to improve the world, or even the human race. You wanted to use that knowledge for your own selfish gains. I gave your leader the chance to renounce your order and end this foolishness, but he refused. And now he, his daughter, and scores of your Templar are dead. Despite all that, I'm giving you a final chance."

"Well. It's time I made my way back to him." Black, feathered wings started sprouting from Alex's back as he began walking towards the direction of the sea. "Looks like he's finally getting to the main event."


"There's no more need for the killing. Frankly speaking, it's a waste of life. Of potential. And now you've seen what I am, what I'm capable of: I've killed so many of you and even halted the war between humans and wolves. I doubt there's more than ten or twenty-thousand of you left. The rest have been killed by my hand."

Legs dangling from the side of the tavern, Rooks eyes were transfixed upon the sky, where swarms of crows formed a twisted black line in the sky that led off into a single direction past the horizon. In the village below, more crows perched on roofs and ledges continued to project his voice.

"These crows you see all lead to my current location. You will all come, each an every one of you, and you will tell me whether you surrender or if you wish to fight me. My terms for your surrender are simple: I merely wish for you to abandon the title of the Templar and its ideals, and for your ranks to now and forever be dispersed. I only wish for the death of the order, not its members. If you do that, I'll have no need to do further harm. If you all come with the intention of attacking and defeating me, you'll all die. If you refuse to arrive within twenty-four hours, I'll personally find the rest of you and kill you like I've done with all the others. That is my ultimatum for the entire Templar Order."

"Corvin..." Rook's eyes seemed to sparkle as he laid his eyes upon all the crows, his ears turned towards them as he intently listened to every word. "You're going to win. I just know it."


"So come, you final vestiges of the Templar. Come and give me your answer. Or don't and die. I'd prefer this not end in violence, but the choice is ultimately yours. I'll be waiting."

The crows closed their mouths, and then took flight to join the flocks of crows that all flew in a single direction. The direction where Corvin waited. Up above in a stone castle, a man leaned against on the ledge of a cobblestone window as he looked at the crows and gave off a light scoff.

"Always thought the kid was trouble from all those times I saw him at those taverns. Never imagined it'd get this bad," he said.

"I don't think anybody did, Sirus. The Masks certainly didn't, otherwise they never would have bothered with him." Across from the man sat an old, white haired man, leaning back in the chair with a book pressed to his face. His emerald-green eyes lifted up from the pages to regard the man in the window. "The person speaking out from all those birds... he seems so different from the mild-mannered person I saw traveling with Flora all those months ago. He seems like an entirely different person entirely. I wonder what happened to him."

"Doesn't really matter." Sirus swung his legs inside of the room and hopped off the window. "No telling what he's gonna do once he's done wiping the Templar out. Grand's dead, his daughter's dead, hell, most of our inner circle was killed off due to his indiscriminate attacks. It's only you, me, and the architect left." He crossed his arms, and his eyes narrowed. "So is it done yet or not, Euchre?"

The white-haired man chuckled. "We've had such a short time, Sirus. You can't expect something like this to be completed overnight."

"Yeah, well, overnight he managed to kill half of us. And then other large portions the day after that. This is the best opportunity we're going to get at him, so excuse me for being a bit rushed at the moment."

Frowning, Euchre closed his book. "We've never had to construct such a complicated spell in such a short time with so few a number to help on it, but it should be done in time."

"That's good." Sirus look back out the window at the crows flying overhead. "Because time is something we're running out of."


The next day- afternoon

The location Corvin had chosen was isolated enough for his purposes. A great, flat and empty plain extending to near the horizon and completely surrounded by mountains. A place just big and empty enough. Except for the numerous crows flying in the sky, and the large on Corvin stood atop, the great blue sky was clear and the sun shown down brightly. It was because of this he could easily see the legions of Templar teleporting into the plains and marching right towards the center of the field.

"So they came after all." Corvin walked up to the edge of the crow. "No point in delaying. Let's get down to it."

He stepped off of the crow's back, tumbling through the air as his body fell towards the front of the large force of Templar converging on him. He twisted his body just in time so that he landed on his feet, the ground under him indenting slightly and a cloud of dirt being kicked up. He rose to his feet shortly after, dusting himself off as he stepped forwards towards the person in the front-most position among the army.

A woman. An absurdly tall, blonde woman hefting a large sword who looked down on Corvin. The remaining Templar all stood behind her, some brandishing weapons, others various colorful magics. The only thing that didn't seem to be the difference between all of them were the hateful glares they were all sending him.

"I don't suppose you all brought these weapons just to throw them down at your feet as a sign of surrendering," Corvin coolly stated as he looked behind her. "Fifteen thousand, huh? Good to know my math wasn't off."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "You?" she disbelievingly muttered. "You're the person that's practically slaughtered the entire Templar force?"

"Yeah, I know. Seventeen year-old face is very intimidating." Corvin rolled his eyes. "I stopped aging at a certain point. You'll have to forgive me for inconveniencing you with an image of a towering, imposing figure."

"No, it's not that. I think we're all used to something so dangerous looking so young after the last Grand Templar. It's just... you don't seem the type to do something like this," she explained.

"I'm not exactly doing this out of want." He turned around and began walking. "Anyways, we're all here. No point in wasting each other's time." He stopped and turned around once he was at a fair distance from the woman and the last of the Templar. "So are you surrendering? Or am I going to have to kill all of you?"

The woman's face turned grim. "I think the fact that we're armed says enough," she said.

Sighing, and with a look of disappointment across his face, Corvin sat down on the ground. "Can we at least talk about this like reasonable people?" he asked.

"There's nothing 'reasonable' about anything you've done!" the woman screamed. "Do you know how many you've killed!? How many lives have been torn apart because of you!?"

"In a couple generations nobody will even care about them. Anybody that did will either be dead or too old to remember, and everybody else will only remember a tragedy. One they won't care about because they didn't know anybody that was in it," Corvin reasoned. "Besides, what do you even gain by throwing your lives away at me? Let's not pretend you have shred of a chance. You don't. Fact."

"And what makes you so sure?" The woman slowly reached her hand up to her head, a helmet grasped within her armored hand. She promptly plopped it on and brandished her sword. Likewise, the thousands behind her began readying themselves. "Even if we didn't care you've nearly destroyed the order we've completely devoted ourselves to, and even if we didn't care about avenging the thousands of comrades you've killed in cold blood, do you really think we'd be comfortable letting a monster like you live in this world after what you've done!?" she yelled at him, her voice slightly muffled from the helmet. "You're a monster! We're not going to let you exist in this world and do as you please after what you've done, even if you promise you'll never do something like this again!" She readied her sword in front of her, her grip around the handle audibly tightening. "You're crimes against humanity, against the very world, are unforgivable. And as far as we can see somebody needs to pay for those crimes."

Corvin stared right through the slits in her helmet for a solid minute. And then he raised a single hand. "You didn't give me a single good reason. How unfortunate."

He snapped his fingers.

Six figures instantly fell from the sky and landed right in front of Corvin, trailing lines of black mist behind him. Still in his sitting position, Corvin regarded each on of them with a wave as they turned to address him.

"Hey, guys." He nodded at Alex, who addressed him with a scoff as he turned back to the Templar army. Starr and his squad did the same. "So they said no."

"Oh, did they?" Alex's right arm turned to a massive blade, slowly trailing lines in the ground as he regarded those in the front lines. His visage alone was enough to send chills through all of them. "Well, we all know what that means."

"What is this?" The woman's sword started shaking in her hands, seemingly in fury, at the sight of the six standing in front of Corvin. "Are you really that cowardly that you're not even going to face us alone?"

"No, it's not that. It's... well..." Corvin rose to his feet and started to flex his fingers. "To be completely honest, fifteen thousand Templar isn't worth the effort it would take for me to kill you all myself. So they're just going to do it for me. Sorry about that, but it's the truth."

"Should we just start now?" Starr asked.

Corvin blinked. "Huh? Oh, sure. Go for it."

Those words said by Corvin was like flipping a switch. The front lines of the Templar within earshot began yelling and charging forwards, which seemed to prompt all the rest of the Templar to begin advancing forwards to attack. Six blurs of black moved away from Corvin and rushed right into the dense formation of human bodies converging towards Corvin. Shortly after great sprays of blood started flying into the air.

He stepped a bit to the side when a sword came down on him. The woman who had been at the head of the force. Without so much as a change of expression, which in itself was currently wide-eyed but otherwise blank, Corvin pushed his open palm on her chest and sent her entire body flying back into the wall of flesh in front of him. Her body disappeared into the crowds, which were already in disarray and beginning to fall apart.

Just one of those six would have been enough to wipe out this entire army, really. Between the gaps of falling bodies and those still fighting he could see either Alex, Starr, or one of his men. Deftly weaving in between the monumental amount of people with bladed arms swinging through scores of humans in calculated strikes. Once in awhile clusters of spikes would pop up from the ground, impaling hundreds of Templar, or an explosion of barbed tendrils would come from somewhere and end up skewering hundreds more. This was the destructive capability of only one of them, and there were six running around and thinning out the horde of Templar. It didn't matter what they tried, either. Weapons merely bounced off of them, no armor could defend against the six, and any magic abilities they were using were merely being shrugged off.

Corvin slowly strolled through the already bloodied battlefield, coughing once and causing a black hilt to stick from his mouth. He grabbed it and slowly pulled the black blade from his own throat, lazily swinging it as he walked along the completely red and blood-soaked ground, with severed body parts everywhere for the eye to see. At this point it wasn't even valorous war cries being screamed out by the Templar. It was half-hearted yells along with screams of fear and pain from those remaining.

It was actually difficult for Corvin to describe the sight. The best comparison he could come up with was like watching the lawnmower blades from one of those machines back on Earth cut through rows and rows of grass. Or a farmer's scythe cutting through rows of wheat. Blades cutting through humans so fast and deftly that the blood sprays had covered every conceivable surface, even those still alive. All except Corvin, of course, whose body consumed any stray blood that hit him. It was an odd sight, seeing as he was the immaculate thing amidst a field of bloody red.

He suddenly raised his blade behind him, the edge deflecting a large sword that had been swung at him. He slowly turned around and used the sword to block another slash from the larger one, the two being locked as the offender leaned in closer to Corvin. The woman, missing her helmet and with a stream of blood running through her blonde hair. Otherwise, she seemed no worse for wear other than the furious look on her face.

"You know, I really must thank you all for actually showing up. Even if it was just to die." The woman screamed and kept slashing her blade in Corvin's direction. He slowly parried each one away with his own sword as he continued talking. "All of you grouping up together like this makes it so much easier to end you all than if you chose not to come and remained scattered. You would have delayed my plan for a day or two."

"Shut up!" Panting heavily, the woman planted her sword in the ground as she rested against it. "Is that the only reason you called us out here? Did you know we'd come to fight just so you'd have an easier time killing all of us!?"

"No. I actually held out a bit of hope in that you'd all see sense. Regardless, all you being here together serves a dual purpose." Corvin glanced around at the bloody carnage around them all. "After this is over, I'm going to do something that is quite draining. While all this potential energy around me isn't strictly necessary, I can still use it... even if it'll only save me a minuscule amount of time. It won't even be half of a second if I'm right..."

"'Energy'?" She screamed furiously as she ripped her blade out of the ground and swung at Corvin. He caught this with his bare hands. "Is that all we are to you!? Food!?"

"More of a convenience, really." He twitched his fingers, causing the blade to snap in half. "My diet isn't limited to animals anymore. Any organic matter will do, actually, even plants. And I already have enough energy inside of me that consuming anything more would just be wasteful and impractical. I have something different in mind for all this viscera around us."

"You monster!" Corvin didn't bother moving when the woman swung the broken blade at him. Rather, he just let the broken thing bounce off his shoulder, sparks flying off as the woman's face twisted into one of disbelief.

"And that was without armor. Are you starting to see how hopeless it is yet?" He stepped forwards, flicking his wrist at the woman's hand. The broken sword was wrenched from her grip and was flung a far distance away from them. "Listen, I still find it disappointing you all chose to fight, but at the very least you chose to talk first." His hand snapped out, and his fingers curled around her throat. The woman gagged out as Corvin forced her to her knees. "If you want to stop fighting, I can just let you go. You're a healthy enough woman in her prime. Someone with their whole life ahead of them. For all I know you have a family waiting for you at home; parents or siblings, or maybe even a romantic partner or something of the sort. Do you really want them to go through the pain of losing a loved one when it could be so easily avoided by just quitting?"

She punched him in the face. By human standards it was a weak punch, especially for a woman of her size. It slipped down to her side, and when she saw that it had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, she started tearing up. And when she looked past him, he saw any hope she'd held onto to instantly vanish.

He looked over his shoulder, instantly seeing why. The only thing standing behind them were the six Blacklight beings that had just slaughtered the last of the Templar. The red fields were completely silenced now, with the only evidence of there ever being a army there minutes prior being the blood saturating the ground, the fallen weapons, and the body parts everywhere. Corvin imagined that, from the woman's perspective, it was quite a horrifying sight.

He let go of her throat, though she didn't rise to her feet. Instead, she stayed on her knees and doubled over, looking like she was nearly ready to vomit at the sight. Though through all that dry heaving he could hear her crying behind all of it. He didn't know whether it was out of frustration over their failure or out of horror and sadness over seeing all this death. Likely both.

"I implore you to just quit," Corvin repeated. "You have zero chance of defeating me. Those six right there, the ones that just destroyed that entire army in... I want to say four minutes? Yeah, four. They're not nearly as strong as me and they're completely under my control. And you don't even have a weapon. Even if you did, you saw it wouldn't do you any good."

She didn't say a word to him. She wasn't even audibly crying anymore, just staring down at the bloodied grass in defeat. Wordlessly, Corvin crouched down and cupped her chin and gently lifted her head so they could see eye-to-eye.

"Human brains aren't wired to take on the impossible," he said. "Sentient creatures like us possess infinite willpower, but your brain just isn't evolved to accept that. It's because doing something seemingly impossible would take a significant amount of time and effort, and to your brain, that just isn't efficient. So it tricks you and makes it incredibly difficult to muster up the will to accomplish a large task. There's mental tricks around this, sure, but this isn't a situation where any of those tricks are applicable. In the back of your mind there's a voice telling you that stopping me is impossible, that you should just take my offer and leave with your life. I'm not even asking for anything other than for you to give up." The fingernails on the fingers cupping her chin extended into metallic spikes that gently brushed over her quivering cheek. "So please just give up. Please prove to me that you humans aren't hopelessly foolish."

There was a sound of metal scraping, followed by an object snapping against his neck. A small knife that had been hidden in the soldier's boot, which was currently gripped within one of her free hands. She'd slowly grasped it while Corvin's attention was on her face.

He flicked his fingers. The elongated, metal fingernails cut cleanly through her neck, decapitating her. Both the head and the body fell to the soiled ground, feeding the pools of seemingly endless blood surrounding them.

Corvin continued to stare down at her body, even after the six behind him approached him closely. Finally, he found himself grimacing as he turned away from her body and faced the six.

"Alright. You're done for now" he declared. "I'm taking you all back until further notice."

They nodded silently without protest. Five tendrils spawned from Corvin's chest and impaled Starr and his men, breaking them down and depositing their biomass and minds into his body. The tendrils receded, leaving only Corvin and Alex. Alex, for his part, had stopped grinning. And though the shadows of his hood almost completely obscured his eyes, Corvin could see the sympathy in them.

"I tried so hard, Alex. I gave them so many chances and tried saying everything I could think of to get them to quit. They all just kept fighting in the end." He shook his head. "It isn't fair."

"The world isn't fair, Corvin," Alex said. "That's why you're doing this, right? Trying to make a world that actually is fair?"

"... Yeah." Corvin glanced back down at the woman's body. "On their own, they're doomed. Not just humans. All of them. I'm doing the right thing for everybody. They all just proved that."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Those were the last words said by Alex before he, too, was absorbed back into Corvin. This left him the only one standing in the bloodied field.

"... Guess it's time for the hard part." Corvin held the black blade up to his face. "I'm gonna need your help again, Ogre. Breaking through to inter-dimensional pocket dimensions containing gods isn't easy, after all." His dark-blue eyes began to glow. "Good thing you left all your power in this thing. And that all this fuel is around us."

The blood around Corvin's feet began to shake, and then slowly started to swirl around Corvin under its own volition. Slowly but surely, this effect began to spread outwards and cause more of the blood around to to move and roil. Soon enough every drop of blood that had been spilled began churning and rushing around him, with all the body parts being swept up in the red waves. He raised the sword high into the air, tendrils rushing along his arm as all the organic material swirling around him began to turn black as his body began converting it. And then all at once, the material started disappearing as it was consumed, the mass being transferred through Corvin's body and into the sword.

He swung the sword down, finished with the consumption. Other than the weapons and bits of armor scattered around, there wasn't a single bit of evidence that a battle had transpired in this field. Not a single drop of blood remained, all of it having been funneled into the sword, now wreathed in energy resembling black fire tinged in dark-blue light.

"Alright." Corvin flipped the sword into a reverse grip. "Should be just enough for what I need."

He stabbed the sword forwards. The blade disappeared right into a blue fissure that had suddenly appeared floating in the air, prompting Corvin to pull the blade downwards to make the fissure even larger. Once it was about his size, he pulled the blade in a way to wedge the fissure open, an act that proved slightly difficult even for his strength. The fissure opened into a hole, and lights of all colors began spilling through. The blade was kept between the two ends of the hole as a way of keeping it open.

And then, without further hesitation, he stepped inside.


It was hard to describe the scenery out before him. There was no floor, yet he felt himself stepping on something. And as far as he could tell there weren't any walls or skies or anything to indicate just how extensive the pocket dimension was. It was less of a place and more of a lit void with every color he could imagine swirling in every direction as various energies swirled and flowed all around him. But he didn't have to look far to find what he was looking for.

About ten meters away from him was what looked like a stone pedestal, and on top of it was a three-dimensional picture of a landscape atop it. One that featured entire landmasses and oceans. When looking closer, Corvin imagined that it was a projection of the entire world on display in that little thing. Doubtless there were other objects like that scattered around this place, but he wasn't interested in any of that. Just in the three figures that were staring at him.

"I was a bit worried I wouldn't be able to come to this place," Corvin said. "My entire plan would have fallen apart if that were the case. I'm glad that 'salesman' came through for me once again."

The three figures were cloaked and wreathed in black, gray, and white energies respectively, though he could at the very least make out arms and hands on them. They lacked heads, though. In place of those were the same masks of the three Masks he'd seen time and again. Chaos, Neutral, and Order. All three there for him to see and staring wide-eyed.

"This shouldn't be possible." Chaos's voice seemed to reverberate across the entire space Corvin was standing in. Oh, it was deepened and distorted enough to sound menacing, but Corvin could hear the plain confusion in its voice. "How? How are you here!?"

"Mm. Not important." What Corvin did next only served to confuse the three Masks even further: he reached his hand out, flattened it, and then drove it right through his own chest. Black ichor flowed out from the wound and over his hand, but Corvin's face was nothing but calm as he seemed to rummage around in his own chest. "Where did I... oh, there it is."

He grasped whatever it was and pulled it out from his chest, spraying more black fluid as the wound instantly sealed itself closed. In Corvin's hand was a strange box. A metal, box shaped device with many diodes and lights dotting its surface with some loose wiring sticking out at odd ends, though the strangest aspect was the little black and blue cartoon drawing of a crow's skull drawn on the front of the box. To the Mask's, and really anybody in their world, it would look extremely out of place. And they would be right, as a device such as this would have no place in this world. But neither it nor Corvin were from this world.

"You're gods. I'm sure you have a basic grasp on how the world works from a scientific angle. You should at least have some mundane idea." The box, still dripping in black fluid, was turned around in Corvin's hand as he began fiddling with some knobs on the front. "You don't even want to know how long it took me to make this thing, though fortunately enough I didn't remain idle while waiting to come back to this world. Took the greatest minds from Earth for me to conceive its design. The materials alone were a pain to get- do you know how hard it is to get hydrogen isotopes when you're the only person on the planet? The tritium alone was frustrating enough to acquire. Ugh... never even tested it. Pretty sure it works, though."

The three looked at each other, quirking their glowing lights for eyes as they attempted to process the fact that the person in front of them was more concerned with a little metal box than the three gods in front of him. "Corvin?" Neutral asked. "What exactly is that thing?"

"Relating to my question earlier, do you three know how much energy is released in atomic fission and fusion?"

"An unfathomable amount," Order answered.

"Ah, good! So you do know a bit a science!" A few of the lights on the box began to blink on. "Back in the world I came from, the one I destroyed, humans had progressed far enough from a scientific standpoint that they'd developed the technology to artificially replicate the natural phenomenon of atoms fusing and splitting. They called it nuclear technology, and it was conceived under gruesome circumstances. A lot of applications went into this technology; it was mainly used as an energy source to power the human's cities, though this did cause some environmental issues. They also made bombs capable of wiping out entire cities and saturating the ground with enough radiation to make it uninhabitable. Then they made enough to cover the whole Earth's surface if they were ever idiotic enough to blow themselves up. Then they mixed hydrogen into the equation and made even bigger bombs." All the lights on the box blinked on. "Well, anyways, this bomb I made is powerful enough to blow up the entire planet. It's gonna detonate in five seconds." He dropped the bomb at his feet. "Have fun with that."

He turned around and dashed through the portal he'd stepped out of, tearing the sword wedging the portal out and causing it to close behind him, once again sealing the Masks back in their personal dimension. All they could do was stare at the little cartoon crow skull smiling at them on the bomb as a countdown timer on its surface reached one second.

And then it exploded.


A/N- Okay so, like, 15k words in I realized this chapter was getting way too long, so I cut it off here. Good news is that I have most of the next chapter already made, so it should be out sometime tomorrow. Yay for that, I guess.

Outside of that, next chapter is the last chapter for this part of the story. After that will come the final part of the story (more on that next A/N), so keep a look out for that. Until then, cya tomorrow.