<- - OMNIPOTENT - ->
"WE ARE NOT LOSING YOU LIKE WE LOST YOUR OLDER BROTHER!" Blossomia's foster mother yelled as Blossomia stood with her back turned.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I NEED TO SHOW THAT FREAK HIS PLACE!" Blossomia shouted back, her teeth gritted in anger.
"AND HOW IS HE A FREAK?!" her mother yelled, desperation in her voice. Blossomia glanced at her Index, where a message from Omnis flashed.
"I'm sorry, Mum..." she said sombrely, before beaming herself back to the place of her defeat.
She took in her surroundings, groaning slightly from the pain caused by the growing infection of Rot within her. It had spread to both of her arms, though she had only lost one so far.
"Well, at least my theory was correct," she heard NTP's voice and turned around to see him sharpening DSNTP with a strange black scale.
"Only took a week for it to be right... time moves differently in here," NTP stated. Blossomia looked confused.
"It's been a week?" she asked.
"Oh, so I didn't knock the planet off its axis," NTP remarked casually. Blossomia facepalmed in frustration before pulling out both her swords.
"Well, I guess I'll be able to end you without you fighting back," she said cockily, immediately slashing with Blooming Edge and Thornblade. A wave of razor-sharp cherry leaves flew towards NTP, followed by a surge of thorns from the ground. NTP sighed, swiping his hand as a wave of Abyssal Flame reduced the attacks to ash.
"Yeah, no," NTP said, effortlessly blocking Blossomia's swords with DSNTP. Sparks flew as his blade sliced through hers. Blossomia staggered back, staring in disbelief at her broken swords. Her breathing grew heavy, her pupils dilated, and she began to tremble.
"No!" Blossomia screamed as she began to hover, a storm of cherry leaves swirling around her as massive thorns erupted from the ground. The effort of exerting her powers caused the Rot within her to spread rapidly. She unleashed a barrage of razor-sharp leaves, but NTP swiftly dashed out of their path.
"Rest well," he muttered before firing a shot straight into Blossomia's chest, sending her crashing to the ground. He then drove DSNTP through her chest, her eyes widening briefly as the Rot on her body blossomed. She closed her eyes with a contented expression. NTP pulled the blade from her chest, ready to leave, when a faint beep caught his attention.
He walked back over to the corpse and ripped a small device off of Blossomia's arm, chuckling as he recognized it—a technological bracelet, known as an Index.
A message flashed on the screen: 'Has NTP been terminated?' The message was from Omnis, the very entity that had sent Blossomia after him.
"Say your fucking prayers," NTP responded through the Index before pressing a button on the side. In an instant, he was beamed up to the Divine Realm.
/|<END CHAPTER>|\
yeah kinda a short chapter :p
had no other idea on how to extend the fight though..
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Reboot..
Science FictionOnce.. Just a simple puppet on strings... But as all things do. Strings wear down and soon. When the strings snaps. The puppet is free.. But this puppet snapped its own strings from pure will. And came its Ascension so much later on
