"Back, you beasts! Return to whatever pit you crawled out of! ...Look out-!"
Synthis jumps over Gaia's head, using his spear to knock away a monster that just got a bit too close for comfort. They've been fighting like this for ages, everyone has. Those more in tune with the Multiverse itself could feel the ebb and flow of the battle happening down below; the creaking of all creation, ready to snap like a dead tree branch at any moment. If Straus, Koto, Red, and the others can hold on for this long and keep fighting, then hell, they can too! However, just then, Gaia felt a change in the wind; the balance shifting towards the dark. She looks out and sees more and more Stygians crawling out from the cracks in reality, accompanied by a shrill yell. Gods, what could Vyz be doing to them down there? But there's no time to worry, they're coming! And if she gives up now... everything she's fought for up until now will be wasted! She begins to charge up a large attack, then pauses. Looking down at Synthis, she remembers a past regret. Quickly, she puts her shield down in front of him and simply says, "...Take cover." In an instant, the area is blanketed with her soft, green hues as an unending barrage of spears and bright magic begin to push the monsters back. Synthis looks up at her, wide-eyed. Now THAT was a daughter of Jupiter. But perfectly still behind her shield, he knew that she was different. No, she was better than her mother ever was.
Vyz roars and a mighty storm kicks up that spreads into every corner of the Multiverse. Fiendish, dark purple lightning strikes the ground, and from the clouds above spawn more and more creatures, further mutated than the last. As the analogously-colored quintet holds him off, on the upper layers of the Void, the rest of the party does their best to hold off the monsters long enough to get Koto's parents to safer ground.
"How can there be more of them?", wonders Amadi, barely dodging a chomp from one.
Azura finds that he has to use a bit more force for his sword to cut through another, "This is insane!"
"Don't choke now, guys!", Ex rallies, "We gotta protect these two!"
Everyone stands back-to-back. Despite this overwhelming feeling in the air, the almost choking presence of an inevitable defeat. They're still fighting. As so long as they're still standing, that means Koto and Straus are alive to see the end of it too. If they're still down there and surviving against the big bad, then surely these lackeys won't stand a chance if they all- "You know what?! No more holding back!", Uriel proclaims. "Gather up all the power from within yourselves!", as she says this, five voidlings start to surround her. Suddenly they're eviscerated by shining, golden lightning as Uriel turns into a more angelic form, "This is the power our Creators gave us! Don't let it go to waste now! LET'S SHOW THEM EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE MADE OF!!"
Nova's eyes gleam with astonishment as she watches, feeling a similar energy in the air around her. "Yeah...yeah! She's right!", the symbol on her hand shines a strong blue, and with a dramatic spin, she too activates a similar transformation, sporting armor befitting royalty. "Let's do it, everyone!!"
Kali laughs, "YEAH!! That's it, blue!" She stomps the ground and throws her fists outwards, "Get MAD!!". The ground around her cracks with scarlet light as she too dons her armor.
Seeing the others, Luna gracefully pirouettes into her transformed state. Instead of armor, she instead wears a long, sparkling white dress adorned with ribbons. "Let's hope this works..."
Melanie nods in agreement. Without a word, she crouches down, ready to pounce. Jumping forward, her clothes also turn into a dress, albeit a bit more ragged than Luna's. She pulls down her scarf and smiles confidently.
Seeing their daughter's creations in action, Koto's parents hold hands and look into each other's eyes. They smile. When all of this is over, they'll tell her how proud they are of her.
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FantasyThis is the story of Straus Kurai, a young man who accidentally finds himself in a position of Godhood. As a Creator he is free to make whatever his heart desires...or so it would seem. The Multiverse is ruled by an iron fist, one that values "Purit...