For an instant, everything was still. No one moved at all. Then...everything was still stonily silent and unmoving.
"Oy, isn't anyone going to turn the lights back on?" asked Gaaz. As a reply, there was a wet squishing sound, and a sliver of light appeared overhead, rapidly opening until they could once again see the lights dancing off Dynast's underground realm. Quickly, they each cast Raywings and flew out. Dynast stood where they had last seen him, perched atop a mound of organic flesh substance.
"I see you've survived," he observed, standing up, which caused both his knees to rot away, and grow back seconds later.
"What, did you actually expect us to lose to those salespeople and preps?" asked Verath, "They're even weaker than they were before you abosrbed them."
"Yes, but you overlooked something," Dynast smirked, and the whole rotting away and growing back process repeated on his face, which was very disturbing. "When you killed them all their pain and the essence of their deaths came to me and made me stronger." He laughed and chunks of his jaw went flying. They landed with sickeningly juicy splats on the organic floor where they were instantly abosrbed. "Shall we begin?" he asked, cordially.
"Bring it on," Xelkitti challenged, brandishing her bloody Death Scissors. Around her, her comrades did simlarily. Dyanst laughed again.
"It shall be the last battle of your lives," he promised. There was a creaking kind of groaning sound that seemed to come from all sides of the Dynast-covered room. Then the ceiling shot upwards and there was an almighty explosion as tons of ice and snow built up over the centuries was forced skywards.
From the surface it seemed as if someone had set a nuclear bomb off. The ground exploded like a volcano with snow instead of lava and ice instead of ash.
Instead of being confined to a small room, they now had an area the size of five or six open football stadiums.
Dynast withdrew the flesh stuff that covered the floor back into himself until he once again looked like a dying and rebirthing dark lord. The Mazoku fanned out to surround the insane Dark Lord.
"Fight human," Xelfan12 reminded them, "and don't hurt Shabrinigdo."
"We forgot the soap and extra swords," Gaaz reminded them.
"Ah...fuckberries," swore Verath. Any further dialogue was cut as the battle began. Dynast began by shooting hundreds of thousands of tiny icicles at them. They were repelled by quickly cast Air Valms. The Mazoku then split up into two groups, one to distract Dynast and the other to attack him.
"Fireball!" yelled Xelfan12, while Gaaz shouted out, "Mono Volt!" Dynast blocked both with ease.
"Pitiful," he growled. But while his attention was turned, the remaining three Mazoku had each cast Burst Flares.