But... It's so.. You can't stop the tears anymore. How the hell did it just end like this!? It's so... You had so many things to do! So many things you wanted to know, to experience!
Your corpse lies just in front of you, dissected in a single strike from Jack. When she saw you, she sped up. You couldn't outpace her, not when wounded, not with the other mutants, and especially when
I'm sorry. I had hoped for more, as well, but I suppose some things are not meant to be.I... I don't... Shouldn't I get a second chance!?This would have been your fourth. Or more. To be honest, Sydney, you should have died many times over. You just temped fate one too many times this time.But I! Please! Let me do one more thing, at least? O-one more!...What would you like to even try? It's carrying your body back to its master.Exactly. One last spell. A spark. I want to... Let me please try one last thing.Were it not for the mark... Fine. One last try. When?Before the god. I want to see what Sucy's bomb does....Very well.You follow your body as Jack disappears, back to its vile master, carrying both you and the bomb.
The realm is... madness. If you were more than just a wisp, the sight of it would have driven you mad. Impossible geometries, changing evermore, there is no horizon, only an infinite continuation of flesh and bone, pulsating, growing, rotting and glistening at an impossible rate. Then, standing there, pulsing, beating you see it.
Behold the heart of the world! Progenitor of life, father and mother, alpha and omega! Our creator... and our destroyer. Death yells, his voice reverbing even here, in the world beyond worlds. In this seething madness, your two broken halves are brought before the heart. Mantorok looked sick. Wrong. Beyond comprehension.
You will have but a split second of life, and less before madness will take you in this wretches realm. Still, you know your task. Your body is brought close, your clothing begins to rot as it looks you over, your flesh turning purple as the carapace falls off. In that moment, you take your chance.
You enter your body one last time, feel your flame engorge a final time. With little more than a small pulse of activity in your brain, you cast Spark upon the bomb.
There is no pain when you leave once more. If anything, it almost feels nice. Death stands besides you once more as the bomb goes off, an explosion of heat and magic. Above all, however, it brings something new to this realm. The simple chemistry of man comes from a place of logic. science. Understanding. Mantorok and its creations scream and burn from more than paltry heat and shockwaves. It is the defiance of man. Man placed in an uncaring, incomprehensible universe, and they will do everything they can to not only care, but to thrive. In this eternal struggle, they will strive to comprehend. To know. To use the unknowable against itself. While you doubt you killed the gestating god, you certainly hurt it. Maybe enough for the people of the hamlet to stand a chance.
Sadly. You will not discover what became of your world. You have a new world to attend to.
Come. Maybe some Sci-Fi will suit you? Will I be a main character?No. But you'll be a recurring character in many stories to follow.Game over