"I'm not certain if participating in a ritual is the best idea right now, Scion," Null protested behind me as we followed the ancient king back into the domed room. "There are two Noise Marines, and one full fledged Champion of Chaos outside this pyramid right this very minute. We don't know when they will strike. They could be on their way as we speak!"
Alberich added, "I agree. Can't we confront the, what you call, Noise Marines in here? Wait for them to come to us? Our priorities must be in order first."
"Yeah," I responded. "And if you're a sorcerer, we need all the help we can get against them. I think we should just wait here and let them come to us. Then, we can help you with what you need help with, right?"
Nabopolassar responded, speaking to me in mind. I translated his words into voice for my companions as he strode forward into the room with purpose. I sense that the evil warriors will not enter the Great Pyramid, as their Champion knows you must come out in order to leave this place. He sees that you must depart the Great Pyramid to go to your vessel, and his want is for you to encounter him there outside, where you would be at a disadvantage. These unholy men are somewhat resistant to the effects of the Ruination through the blessings of their infernal god. The king walked to the center of the room, where the Heart lay broken in a pile of sand. It was black and dead. Nabopolassar exhaled a long sad sigh. It is the will of fate, and therefore, it must be.
My companions and I stood behind him, and so did Ennoia and Morai, who now flanked me by standing a little bit too close. When no one else said anything, I said, "So, what now? What do you need us to do?"
With a tinkling of the bells on his robe, the king turned around, and looked at us thoughtfully, still wearing his sad beatific smile. The ritual is not complex. First, I will open the gateway to the Depthless Well. The sand will drain, but the remains of the Heart will not fall. This shaft reaches to the very heart of our once verdant civilization, and connects with a grand spirit construct called the Oversoul Engine. Once that has been accomplished, you, blessed Omega, will place your hands on the Heart of Worlds, and will it to mend.
"Just like that?" I asked, skeptical. "Just, uh, I put my hands on the pieces of the Heart and it's fixed up? Good as new?"
Not quite. Yes, you have to will it to repair itself. But, it will remain dead, for its death is irreversible. From then, it has been said that you will know what to do. It will only speak its secrets to one of your kind, blessed Omega.
"I... I really don't know about this," I said, shaking my head. This sounded really dangerous. We just met this guy, and while he's been helpful, he was now requesting I participate in some strange ritual using the corpse of an unfathomably powerful artifact. And then, he wanted me to kill him. I was definitely reluctant to touch the thing that had killed 55 planets in Sebastian's hands through an accident.
"I mean, do we have to do this? Couldn't we just, I don't know..." I floundered, thinking on if there was anything else we could do instead. Honestly, there wasn't much. At the very minimum, we needed to get back to the Divine Retribution if we weren't going exploring anymore, but that wasn't easy since there were now Chaos Marines hanging around. We were going to have an inevitable conflict once we went outside. Maybe by blessing the Heart, I'd get stronger?
"You don't have to do this, Scion," Null said to me. "I wouldn't take him up on his request if you feel hesitance. Your, erm... predecessor-"
I turned to Null as he mulled over his next words, and I could feel that due to my recent heightened anxiety, my own Corona was currently lightly shimmering across my head and shoulders. The tech-priest looked away in submission, unable to meet my eyes nor complete his sentence. It was then that I realized something. How long had he known who (and what) I was? How come he hadn't said anything earlier? When Virgil was calling me "Empress", Null had diverted him away from using those words. I didn't quite understand why he had behaved that way, but now wasn't the time to worry about it. I kept my eyes on Null for a few more heartbeats until I heard him stammer out, "-your p-predecessor... His intuition was renown. He knew and foresaw things with frightening clarity. I-I'm certain that this quality may be present in yourself."
I took a deep breath, and looked at my crew. Lian hadn't said anything, and Alberich didn't seem to have any further input.
Nabopolassar looked at me with sad eyes, and then, down to the broken Heart again. I closed my eyes, and exhaled, consciously pulling my halo back within me. If this civilization's last king wanted me to bless a dead artifact that would bring this region peace, and possibly help the trapped spirits here in some mysterious way, I should really help him. Chickening out just because I was nervous wasn't something I was "supposed" to do, I felt. My intuition gave me a gentle nudge of "do the right thing", and I nodded. "Alright. I'll do it. Tell me what I need to do."
The king smiled broadly, and bowed to me once again. He walked slowly around the sand-filled depression in the room, and then, spoke a few sentences in an unfamiliar language. The masked Blanks nodded and walked back to the edges of the room. I have told them what I will now tell you and your companions, blessed Omega. Only you can manipulate such a sacred artifact once the ritual has begun to heal it. Even as a corpse, the Heart is still dangerous.
I explained what Nabopolassar had said to my companions, who then walked nervously to where the Blanks stood against the wall. The king and I stood facing each other over the sand depression, looking at the pieces of the Heart.
I will now begin the incantation to open the Depthless Well. The sand will drain. When I give you the instruction, place your hands on the Heart of Worlds, and let it communicate to you, Nabopolassar said gently in mind.
The ancient king then raised his eagle-topped staff high above his head, held in two hands, parallel to the floor. He began to speak in his strange, musical language a rhyming cadence. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the Blanks were kneeling again, their arms raised in praise.
Please be careful. I still don't think you should be doing this, Alberich transmitted to me from behind. I am told the evil men now wait eagerly for us near our vessel. The pink Champion has vile intentions for you. Do not hold back when we see them. Valkyrie has spoken to me a magic word that will bring us help from another realm.
This isn't helping me relax, I thought quietly and tensely as I listened to Nabopolassar's chanting. I had no idea what "help from another realm" was, as it could be anything from summoning lesser daemons to summoning warpfire. Please just keep quiet, Alberich. We'll deal with it when we get there, I implored the Tzaangor.
A grinding noise under us, and the flickering of the lanterns above us signaled that something was happening when Nabopolassar's speech raised in volume and cadence. The sand that held the two pieces of the Heart of Worlds began to fall away, draining below. I expected to see that a grate held the artifact when the sand was completely gone, but to my surprise, the Heart was now suspended in midair over a black pit only a little larger than what the Heart's diameter would've been, if it was whole.
The ancient king lowered his staff, which now had begun to glow with a soft blue light. There was a heavy magic in this area, and my psyker senses felt the presence of an unfathomably huge Warp presence below us, deep within the planet's core. Even being near the Depthless Well when it was open was difficult, I realized.
Look upon the Heart of Worlds, Nabopolassar said to me, just as he had said to Sebastian so many years ago in another era. I flashed back to my vision, remembering that my predecessor had been right where I had been, standing over the Well. I felt a clear purpose here now. I had to touch the Heart. It would be very dangerous, but I had to.
I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, bracing myself as I rolled the cuffs of my sleeves up. Unbidden, images of Sebastian struggling with all his might came to me. Even he had been humbled by this artifact, and I was nowhere near his ability. I had to be brave, and hope for the best.
I slowly held out my hands, feeling cold psychic wind washing against me from deep within the Well. It felt almost fluid, lapping against my bare arms and causing goosebumps on my skin. I was aware that the Nemeses Argentum in my shirt pocket had begun to softly glow as I reached out. From here, I could even see the part of the bloody hand print where Sebastian had gripped the Heart.
"Here goes nothing," I said.
With each hand, I touched the two pieces of the Heart, and immediately, deafening wails of supernatural misery assailed me in both psychic and physical senses. Screaming wraiths blasted up from the Well, buffeting my hair and clawing icily at my face.
An outraged voice of trillions demanded, "WHO DARES SEEK THE CURSED DEAD OF NUBUA? YOU MUST JOIN US IN DUST!"
Waves of negativity vomited forth from the cold winds below, washing through both me and my companions like a black flood.
Furious indignation flavored with despair began to race through me as the trapped souls of Nubua now fixated their attention on the living beings in this room. Around me, I felt my companions blaze with anger, their emotions similarly hijacked. In self-defense, I pulled within myself, and consciously forced my Corona to brighten. It bathed my head and shoulders in a protective golden halo. Seeing this, the wailing voices somewhat calmed then, and I then felt many ethereal hands touch me, now curious instead of murderous.
I centered myself as I watched my conscious perception of this room wash away into an unnatural shadow. My companions were gone, and the pyramid was gone. Everything was gone with the exception of me, the broken Heart of Worlds, and the multitudes of agonized trapped souls. My next words almost came automatically. "You will not consume me. I will not become dust," I said, amplifying my voice to blaze against the dark. A strange intuition fell upon me, and I found myself saying, "I am the End that Is, I am Inevitability, I am the Omega."
"THE OMEGA COMES. THE END IS THE BEGINNING. THE BEGINNING IS THE END! THE OMEGA COMES!" the spirits keened in a mad proclamation. "THE WEEPING KING BETRAYED US! BROKE US! LEFT US TO SUFFER! FOREVER, WE HAVE SUFFERED!"
"Tell me what I must do to relieve your suffering," I gently asked the ghosts who swirled around both me and the broken Heart.
The edges of the shattered halves of the Heart glowed in this nothing space, and I knew immediately.
"HEAL US. RELEASE US. MEND US. DELIVER US." Those words were repeated trillion times a trillion through my very being, filled with pain and eternal longing.
They wanted me to join the pieces. All I needed to do was join them. Was it that easy?
I was vaguely aware that my fingers were beginning to freeze as I pushed the pieces of the artifact together. As if magnetized, it mended itself under my touch, and returned to a perfectly round orb with a thunderclap. However, instead of a clear crystal soap bubble in Sebastian's vision, the Heart was now a flawless void about an arm's length in diameter. It roiled and burned with such power and intensity that it almost felt like I was in contact with a small black hole. The impossible chill radiating off the eldritch artifact was incredible. Instead of fire, as Sebastian had experienced, I felt ice.
I slowly raised the mended Heart to chest level, watching it swirl with terrible un-life in my hands. The world around me was still "away", and I could no longer perceive the room around me properly. Through the dead Heart, I could sense the lost Empires that had once sang joyously within. The many cursed worlds of this region were still connected to it.
As it had been with Sebastian, I then felt my awareness begin to involuntarily expand. My sight swept forth like a wave across everything. I could sense the artificial anger and despair of my companions as they stood fearfully nearby, and then, I was past the pyramid. I saw the three Chaos Space Marines grinning eagerly as they stood just out of range of the Divine Retribution's talons, their sonic blasters pointed in the direction of the entrance of the pyramid. One of them wanted to be a daemon prince, and he was so close. The Angels of Ecstasy had actually been hiding on this world for over a week, waiting under the shifting sands in their craft for more Aeldari to come and claim their fallen comrade. They discovered that a much fatter prize was to be had on this world when they consulted their visions. The preternatural transformative soul drain had both weakened and maddened them, and their bodies were now dried and leathery, but that was not a concern. Blessed Slaanesh had his eye on a strange psyker woman of holy power, and Chaos Champion Grikk'ahn had been instructed to cause her as much suffering as her body could handle, and remain alive.
I shuddered, understanding Grikk'ahn's intentions.
My expansion of consciousness continued, continuing past the corrupted warriors. The dead artifact was now alive with un-life. The Heart of World's held a power that felt like an inverse to natural existence, brought about by Sebastian's curse. With unseeing undead eyes, the countless shadows watched me as I raced my awareness across the entirety of Nubua, and then, across three more dead worlds, all similar to this one. All dust and ghosts existing eternally in a curse that spanned over an area of many light years.
Across dried sea beds, and skeletonized ancient cities, I breathed. Wastelands of wailing ruddy sands instead of lush jungles raced past my sight. Even forgotten military spacecraft clawed defiantly up from their graves on a flat plane of blacked sand.
Everywhere I looked, there was nothing. It even expanded through to the space between the worlds, as drifting derelict spaceships filled with weightless dust remained in high orbit around once vibrant planets, a chilling reminder of the incredible power of the curse.
The pain and loss of it all made my heart hurt. The great Independent Empires were lost forever. There were no more pearl divers, no more philosophers, no more statesmen, no more dying mothers, no more gemstone tradesmen. No more animals, grass, or germs. There was nothing but a shade of what used to be, reflections of things that had once been alive that had been swallowed up in a singular moment of terror thousands of years ago. Yet still, the shades lingered, screaming in eternal torture, unable to die, unable to forget. But, as I passed through, their screams began to hush in hope. I enveloped every single planet that had been cursed. Where the fire of life once moved, the chill of eternal entropy now stilled.
My senses heightened, and I felt something new; my sight was drawn to it.
There was something else here. Something different. It was watching as I broadened my awareness. What was it? I pushed my sight further as my hands burned with cold.
I could see someone, and he was watching me from very far away as if through a hazy nightmare. He wasn't here on any of these planets, but somehow, he still watched me. The presence was a man, and my action here had summoned his attention. He was sitting in a lonely apartment, sitting over an old computer, his face in his hands. Or... wait. Was that him sitting on a chair weeping silent tears as worlds burned around him? I couldn't really tell. Most unusually, this individual was somewhere far outside the region, and what I saw of him was very blurry. I pushed further, trying to get my vision to focus. I was curious, even when I felt the shades try to jealously pull me back.
He was familiar somehow, and I felt that my presence had been sensed now by him. I felt his breath catch, even though I knew he was not breathing. He slowly raised his head, which didn't actually move, and then I saw him.
We made eye contact. He had gold eyes, and he startled.
"You..." Sebastian said in shock.
The moment lasted only a tiny fraction of a second, because on his end, I felt an incredibly powerful whiplash of psychic energy strike me away as easy as a dragon swatting a sparrow out of the air. I reeled and nearly fell over where I stood, but the Heart held me in place.
"RELEASE US. DELIVER US FROM OUR SUFFERING. GIVE US DEATH, OMEGA," I heard the spirits scream through me, demanding my attention back to them.
It was difficult to focus now. My distraction had stunned me. When one's awareness is spread out over multiple dead cursed worlds, concentration on a single point was not easy. I pulled deep within myself and forced myself back to my physical form, following the bright spot of gold radiance on one particular planet. I then concentrated on the pain racing up my arms as my physical hands began to freeze solid. My eyes snapped open. There were people shouting desperately around me, angry and fearful, bathed in negative energy.
"DROP THE HEART!" Everything around me all at once screamed at me.
In a wild pull, I desperately pulled my frostbitten hands away from the Heart of Worlds, trying to let it go, but just like Sebastian, I found myself unable to drop the artifact. I tensed my arms, and pulled with all my might again, and still, I could not break contact. The coppery smell of my own blood filled the air as I saw another figure standing before me, gold and insubstantial. As I struggled, the mysterious figure reached up with his own hand, and struck the top of the orb with a closed fist, and that was somehow enough to dislodge it from my grip.
I reeled backwards, screaming in pain. Cold smoke wafted from the tips of my fingers. The figure I had seen had vanished.
Large hands caught me as I fell backward, and prevented me from falling. The wind was still blowing about, and my hair whipped around me like a banshee.
"Scion!" I heard a tenor mechanical voice shout over me. Yellow artificial eyes filled my field of view. Reality was too much right now, so I closed my eyes.
"...dropped the gas mask and goggles down the well!" the metal man yelled distantly as I struggled to pull myself back into reality.
"What happened?!" An angry German voice demanded. "What happened?! What have you done?!" Near me, I could sense that a beastman holding a flaming glaive was yelling at a man wearing colorful silks. The man did not react, and stood smiling calmly.
"No, no. Leave him alone," I struggled to reorient myself as I made sure a fight didn't break out. "Don't hurt him. I'm okay. I'll be fine. I agreed. It's cool."
"Omnissiah's sake, you aren't! No, it's not 'cool'! It's very cold, in fact!" Null said in worry. "You've been injured! Frostbite! Look at your hands!"
"I know, but seriously, it's cool," I said, taking deep breaths, and slowly opening my eyes again. I held up my hands, and saw that they were indeed frostbitten all the way up my forearms, with some of my fingers actually blackened and completely immovable. Oh, that's gonna sting later, I thought blearily. Wind was circling around this room, and it felt as if the pressure had changed. So, was it done? Was that what they wanted me to do? Did I do good? Fuck me, that was awful! The images of what I had seen were still swimming endlessly in my mind's eye, including that of a familiar gold-eyed man.
Who had I seen in my vision in the Heart? Who helped me drop the artifact when I couldn't let it go? Was that Sebastian? Was that the Emperor?
Despite the chaos around me, the king began speaking to me with a warm psychic voice, It is complete. Soon, we will be no more, and our souls will be free to roam existence when the Heart has reached the center of Nubua. Thank you, Omega. And now, I ask but one more favor. One that will give you the strength to destroy the warriors ahead of you.
Oh, that's right. He wanted me to kill him. And, there were three Angels of Ecstasy waiting outside to kill us. I was now in absolutely no shape to do any kind of fighting with my frozen hands. I could barely keep myself upright, but I pulled myself away from Lian's grasp anyway.
Nabopolassar walked up to me as I recovered, reminding me of what he wanted me to do. You must now kill me, blessed one. Let me join in your radiance and grant you my wisdom across the stars. I give to you freely my strength. The king gently kneeled, placing his eagle-topped staff on the ground two paces ahead of me.
Holy shit, give me a minute, guy, I thought, still struggling to compose myself. Behind me, Lian asked, "What is your command? What would you have us do?" I would have you all shut up for five minutes while I recalculated what proper reality looked like, that's what I'd have you do.
"Well, uh, you heard the man," I said muzzily, neglecting to realize that the king had not spoken in voice, and then realizing that Lian could not possibly have heard Nabopolassar's telepathy. I shrugged and continued talking, not turning around to face the Fallen. "I have to kill this guy now. He says I have to." With frozen fingers, I reached inside my pocket, and tried to grip the Nemesis Argentum. Unfortunately, not only could I not bend my fingers effectively (a few of which were frozen solid), the artifact was now also scalding hot with psychic energy, and I dropped it as it burned what little nerve endings I had remaining on my hands. The scissors fell to the floor with a clatter. How was I going to do this, I thought, feeling a wave of nausea. I was badly injured!
Alberich then walked up to me, radiating with negativity. The mood-altering qualities of the Heart were still active, even as it fell down the Well. "You're clearly delirious, and your frostbite is quite severe. That artifact was cursed! You should not have let yourself be deceived! Let me kill this man in retaliation!" he snarled, pointing at Nabopolassar with his daemon glaive.
The ancient king did not react to Alberich's words, and remained kneeling as he wore a serene smile, waiting for me to kill him.
"Do not counter the judgement of a Scion, mutant. With her predecessor, an unclean mutant such as yourself would have been put to death for such brazen insolence long ago," Null unexpectedly retorted with venom as Alberich now turned to him, growling. "A Scion's judgement is immutable, and to go against it is a damnable offense. Also, you are the one that should be suspect here! Tell me, beast-headed spawn of evil, what is it that transported us here? Did you collude with a Chaos power to deceive us to arriving here on this cursed planet? Tell us the truth! I demand to know!" The tech-priest's anger was broiling, and I saw him brandish his gear staff threateningly. For the first time, I saw all of Null's mechadendrites aggressively pull back over his head as if he was a scorpion ready to strike. In his hands, he then revealed a previously unseen long scourge of glowing white energy at his side. It crackled and spat with electricity. Uh oh.
"No! Stop it! All of you!" I shouted to my companions. Only Nabopolassar and the Blanks seemed unaffected by the negative energy here, and around me, I felt my companions continue to seethe with supernatural anger. I stood before where the ancient king, protecting him as everyone began to throw accusations and blame.
The Fallen now began to shout, "From what I have seen, all of you have let yourselves be deceived into coming here! An archmagos should know better than to associate with a mutant, and I consider him guilty by association!" Lian's short sword was out again, crackling with energy.
"Guys, stop it!" I shouted desperately. My companions, while not fighting each other yet, were shouting and blaming one another for everything that had gone wrong. Frightened, I turned to the ancient king, who was still seemingly untouched by the Heart's dark influence as he knelt on the floor. "What's going on? Make this stop!" I plead.
This was to be expected. The Heart's radiance has been corrupted, inverted. However, there is an easy fix for what your companions are experiencing. You will become strong enough to dispel the negative winds influencing your friends once you do what I ask of you, Nabopolassar said calmly. He wore a peaceful smile on his lips as he watched my companions fight. The ancient king then pulled his head back, exposing his neck to me. But, I couldn't even pick up the damned scissors now, I thought with exhausted frustration as my companions argued heatedly.
As everyone else bickered angrily, I steadied myself. I've gotta be stronger than this, and I have to do better. Some of my fingers still work, so I can do this. I closed my eyes, and willed the pain in my hands to abate, at least temporarily. Holding out one frostbitten hand, I willed the scissors to float to my hands as I consciously numbed any sensation of pain. The Nemeses Argentum now felt pleasantly warm, even in my frozen fingers.
Do it, the king said, closing his eyes. In his neck, I could actually see his jugular vein beating in anticipation. Kill me, gain my strength.
Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. I very much did not want to do this, but I felt as if I had little choice. Resolutely, I decided that I didn't want to wait until I had recovered my wits to do this terrible thing, and I certainly didn't want to wait until the emotional fight between my companions degenerated into a physical one.
I pushed some of my energy into the Nemeses Argentum, similar to how I had channeled my energy into killing the Screamer back on Kolch. The artifact began to softly glow, a tiny lick of blue-white flame arcing along the length of the blades. It now looked very similar to the scissors depicted on the painting above us on the ceiling. Nabopolassar was now praying in voice, and his last tears rolled across his worn cheeks. I opened the scissors at a 45 degree angle, and then, I quickly swiped the glowing artifact across his throat, effortlessly cutting him ear to ear. I was immediately sprayed with hot, bright red blood as the shears proved exceedingly sharp.
As I stood over the bleeding form of the king, the shouts of dismay from my companions faded away into the background, as I felt the familiar sensation of the warmth of the Key as it responded to my act. As Nabopolassar's eyes fluttered, I then felt like I had been struck in the chest by a large amount of energy. My sternum momentarily numbed as my heart began to race under the Key. My limbs began to ache and electrify as power began to swim through me. Memories that weren't mine of the great empire of Nubua flickered in my mind's eye, and my gold Corona then brightened against the cloud of supernatural negativity in this room, banishing all black thoughts. My companions instantly stopped fighting as they witnessed me begin to float in midair. Nabopolassar's soul energy writhed through both me and the Key, which was now glowing like a star under my blood-soaked shirt.
An intuition spoke in me that because this man had freely sacrificed himself, I had been able to absorb far more of his soul energy than a typical death would allow. New languages, teachings, cultures, and most usefully, sorcerous abilities had now been fully assimilated, and I felt markedly stronger. Feeling rushed back into my injured arms and hands, and I watched as I saw my injuries spontaneously heal.
Deep within, I felt a presence smile at me. It said, Now, the memory of Nubua lives within you. Tell them of us, and who we were, and tell the Weeping King that we forgive him, oh blessed Omega. Our eternal grace to you. Go forth and do well. Ave Imperatrix.
I was crying as my feet touched the ground again, and I saw that my companions had ceased arguing. The gold halo around me was especially bright, saturating this room in a shadowless brilliance, almost as if I was on the bridge of the Divine Retribution. The Blanks were still kneeling, their arms outstretched in praise. Lian soon followed suit, gazing at me in rapt attention as he knelt down again. Alberich then also kneeled, and said "My honor is my life" again. Finally, even Null fell to his metal knees.
Lian whispered, "Ave Imperatrix," as he kneeled, holding his left arm over his chest.
With my heightened sensitivity, I could sense the whispers of thoughts radiating from my companions as they knelt, bathed in my light.
The reincarnation of the Great Leader. Hail! Echoed from Alberich.
It's true. She knows. It's true. She knows, Null repeated over and over again in his mind.
Unwelcome, I then felt the awareness of the wicked Angels of Ecstasy as they stood outside, laughing and gibbering as the storm buffeted them. They were watching me.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE! the Chaos Champion of Slaanesh bellowed with a bawdy laugh at me in mind. COME OUT, COME OUT AND PLAY WITH US, LITTLE WHORE! LET YOUR SCREAMS BE MUSIC ALONG THE DRY WINDS!
I now sensed that the three Chaos Marines had begun to walk in no hurry down the stone path toward the pyramid, laughing madly.
"They are coming," I announced, my voice strong and resonant. I took the Nemeses Argentum in one hand, holding it closed like a dagger, and I watched as bright light covered its surface like water. Incredibly, I watched as the scissors then lengthened a few inches, and the grip sculpted itself into something more appropriate for a long dagger than a pair of scissors. Warm gold energy was still blazing through me, and I felt suffused with power and purpose.
Feeling very bold, I turned my awareness in the direction of the advancing Angels of Ecstasy, and pushed my thoughts into their leader. Do you think you can win against me? Me of all things? You. Are. Damned!
The Champion actually slowed his stride, and stopped laughing for a moment before continuing again, signaling his intimidation. He did not respond, and I smiled. I know what I am now, and these fuckers would pay!
"Let's show these stupid Chaos bitches what for, everyone!" I said as I watched my companions stand, readying themselves for battle!