At that moment,
The Global Occult Coalition's representative, silent until now, finally spoke.
His gaze locked onto Clef, devoid of any emotion.
He asked the only question that mattered:
"What if it fails?"
Dr. Clef had clearly anticipated this.
His lips curled into that familiar Cheshire Cat grin:
"If even a single step goes wrong, the deadlock breaks. Game over. We'd face an unstoppable force—with no immovable object to counter it."
The casual confidence in his voice made it sound like a minor hiccup.
The audience in the chat group was speechless.
Clef added:
"These rituals are the best option we have. Their symbolism is potent. Whether you or I find them 'appropriate' is irrelevant."
His eyes swept the room, lingering on the Foundation's delegation, before delivering his final verdict:
"I don't know why it came here, or what it wants. But I've heard the pillars it turned us into—they sing mysteries beside us."
"They don't suffer. But they are… fundamentally altered."
A long pause.
Then, quietly:
"If this fails, the same fate awaits us all."
With a slight bow—"Thank you for your time."—he strode out before anyone could object.
The representatives exchanged glances, then turned to the Foundation and GOC.
Finally,
Dr. Kondraki stood.
"Resolution passed. Authorization granted for SCP-2845's containment personnel requirements."
A collective exhale—
Both on-screen and off.
The Deer had already arrived. Every minute wasted meant more deaths.
This ritual was their only hope.
Suddenly,
The screen shifted back to SCP-2845's file.
The audience had almost forgotten—they still hadn't seen the Deer's description.
[SCP-2845 is an extraterrestrial quadrupedal entity, standing 2.9 meters at the shoulder. Its neck typically extends vertically 0.5 meters, culminating in a head with humanoid facial features.]
[SCP-2845 possesses antlers spanning 4.8 meters: white with black marble veining, never observed to shed. Its body is covered in fur (avg. length: 10 cm), except for its hairless face. Primary coloration is pine-blue-green, with a cream underbelly stripe.]
To everyone's shock,
The Supreme Entity that had nations trembling—
Was no larger than a moose.
Jackie Chan Adventures Universe
Section 13
"Aiya!"
Uncle's finger flick struck Jackie's head. "Do not judge by appearances!"
Eyes narrowed, he growled:
"For a being beyond gods, size means nothing. Or did you forget the three-eyed man's words?"
The group pondered until Xiaoling jumped up:
"I know! 'Such gods simply exist!'"
Exist?
"Correct." Uncle nodded. "Their power comes from laws—no, they are the laws. They can be infinite or infinitesimal. It proves nothing!"
His gaze returned to the screen.
Unlike the others, he held no illusions.
This ritual was no guarantee.
How many would die before the Deer was contained?
Marvel Universe
Kamar-Taj
Ancient One's unease deepened with each detail.
Supreme Entity.
The term alone was paralyzing.
"The Deer… beyond gods…"
Her mantra dissolved into stunned silence.
Zhantian Universe
Even the unshakable Ye Tian Emperor felt a rare flicker of doubt.
He'd slain beasts thirty meters tall. Three hundred. Three thousand.
Yet this three-meter creature unsettled him.
Then the screen updated—
And his pupils contracted.
"This…"
[A ring of fractured ice hovers 15 cm behind SCP-2845's skull. Diameter: 1.7 m. Thickness: 35 cm.]
[The ring is interspersed by seven spheres of metallic hydrogen/helium (diameter: 15 cm), spaced at fixed intervals. The ensemble rotates clockwise at 1.6 rpm.]
[The forces sustaining the ring's motion and the spheres' integrity—as well as how SCP-2845 supports its head under the antlers' weight—remain unknown.]
Now the audience understood:
Why the ritual required six concentric rings.
They mirrored the Deer's own.
[SCP-2845 can instantaneously transmute and reconstruct matter without creation/destruction.]
[Transmuted matter remains stable regardless of external conditions: phase states lock, altered atmospheres resist mixing, unaffected by temperature or pressure.]