Reboot..

|| PT. 1: EXILE ||

Anger, rage, and hatred coursed through NTP's veins. His fists clenched around Salvation's Sentinel. Blood spilled all over him, visible fury and fire in his eyes, his breathing heavy. He felt the vibrations of a horde of Neutralizers coming for him. Swiftly, he switched his shotgun for two pistols.

'LET THE CHAOS REIGN SUPREME.
LET DESPAIR FLOOD THEIR MINDS.'

His aim locked onto the horde as he spun around and started firing. Bullet casings scattered across the bloodstained marble.

One last bang from Chaos. A Godborn fell with a new hole in their head. The two pistols had their slides locked back due to an empty magazine. NTP spun the empty pistols into their holsters, his fists clenched as a spear formed in his hands. He spun the spear around and struck Omnis in the gut, who was attempting to sneak up on him.

Omnis was clad in his black combat armor with sleek platinum highlights and golden yellow gems for aesthetics.

"It does not have to be this way, NTP," Omnis said, his voice calm as he spawned a golden hard light broadsword. NTP's grip tightened around the spear as it shifted into two dual khopeshes.

"So be it," Omnis said, entering a combat stance as their helmet formed around their head.

NTP's eyes filled with visible rage. He ran at Omnis, slashing at the broadsword with the serrated inner blade of the khopeshes, causing the hard light broadsword to get slightly damaged. Omnis retaliated by kicking NTP away and reforming the broadsword into a katana.

NTP shifted Flux into its katana form. The blade suddenly lit ablaze, serving as a conduit for NTP's fire manipulation. NTP slashed at Omnis's chest piece, scorching the metal.

Omnis recoiled as the two blades clashed. Omnis's hard light-based katana shattered from the superior craftsmanship of Flux's design. Omnis dashed back, holding his palm out as a golden light emanated from it.

"I am not sorry," he said as NTP's eyes widened, struck by a golden beam directly to the abdomen, propelling him out of the Divine realm at breakneck speeds.

NTP's eyes opened as he drifted in the empty space between timelines and universes, his body unresponsive, colliding with timelines and bouncing off them. His eyes looked around erratically as he began to decay.

But with pure spite to not die, he let out one large burst of fire and electricity, and quite possibly his own life essence, the burst expanding rapidly.

It then seeped into one reality in particular. It's not like anything or anyone can come back to life from pure spite.

Right?

/|<END CHAPTER>|\

no point in releasing the thingy that basically has all the info on NTP rn cuz that'll be released some point after PT.2 so bear with me