Floating in the middle of the starry ocean, a giant green gear is seen slowly spinning in the cosmos, 9 words deeply etched into the surface of the gear:
Honour...
Dignity...
Determination...
Luck...
Perseverence...
Hope...
Bravery...
Purity...
Courage...
Suddenly, it began spinning fast, faster than it had ever before, illuminating the entire space in a warm, jade-green light, before blasting the energy out
Strength...
Compassion...
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Roar!
Faced with the agonising ray of light, Nickler staggered back, unable to cope with the sudden change in the situation. Seeing the chance, Natsuki quickly swung Durandalibur across the beast's right arm, chopping off its entire arm. Writhing in pain, Nickler dropped down to his knees, snity briefly returning...
"H-he– AARRGGHHH!!!"
"Damn cunt, stop returning back to your senses and kill the little shithole already! And for the love of God, what're you all standing there for, GET THEM!"
And with that, all the mindless husky that were once noble creatures all leapt at the shell-shocked group, ready to tear them apart...
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Fwoom!
Kaboom!
Fwoosh!
Miniature flower dolls were seen running across the field, battling against the Shadow Beasts in whatever manner possible, ranging from using makeshift spears to pierce through the 'hearts' of the unholy abominations, to stuffing themselves down through whatever orifice was available (front and... back...), before blowing themselves up in a bright red flash.
Since when did Elves specialise in explosions!?
Barelydodging the thrust by the corrupted Collector, Natsuki turned his head towards his right, where another spectacular show was being carried out:
In what could be described as an aerial dogfight, drones of all sorts and sizes could be seen flying across the sky, fighting all sorts of Shadow Beasts, from small pigeons all the way to what appeared to be Harpies. With each bullet hitting their mark, the monsters dissipated into shadows, not before leaving one final roar. Whether it was in rage or relief, no one knew...
Boom!
Shakinghisright hand, Scaramond retracted the sub-atomic ioniser back into his forearm, sweat slightly pouring down his forehead. "Damn it, what the actual fuck is going on here anyways!? I, a dignified Tier-6 Law Enabler of the dignified path of Quantonia, have been reduced to a mere meat lump the same level as a Tier-1 Body Acolyte, in this garbage of a planet, am now being overrun by roaches here!? Seriously old man, where the fuck did you take us– DAMN IT ,STAY AWAY FROM MY CIRCUITS, YOU DAMN HENTAI TENTACLE!?"
As Scaramond zapped away the sly tendril that was slowly inching up his legs towards his nether region, he saw, from the corner of his Bio-mechanical eyes, the young Natsuki clashing against the corrupted Collector, desperately trying his best to subdue his foe without getting turned into shish tawook. As Scaramond returned back to the battlefield, it was only then did he realise the discrepancy in the surroundings:
Hang on a minute, where on Aeronia isbthe old coot and the mesugaki bitch (and no, I'm not a lolicon nor do I veer that way!– sincerely, a falsely accused member of the MILF Club)
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Flying through the air, Nanami barely dodged the chi-blast that was aimed at her heart: that old lodger was more powerful than she, or anyone, ha expected.
Damn, what on Myrkrus is he!? That old fogey should be on a wheel chair, or be like one of those scammers back online who used to promote shady practices back a thousand years ago...
Pew!
AARRGGHHH!
"Now than missy, could you please come down and have a little chat with me for a few minutes? It would be wose for you to do so now while I'm still nice..."
As he gazed at the floating shrine maiden cosplayer, the numerous gears behind his eyes slowly began turning once again...