Tragedy has a tendency to strike when you least expect it...unless it was planned by someone else. Then, it's just cruelty.
-The musings of a philosopher, who ruined his rival's life.
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"Seriously, what are they doing up there?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it..."
As Gumba and Oizys floated above the rebel warriors, they brought their palms together and began to channel their [Chaos] in the space that was between them.
The two energies then began to combine and condense into a more liquid form, once again forming into that weird tar that Dante had used earlier.
However, the property of this newly formed tar seemed simultaneously more viscous and liquid all at once.
In the eyes of a certain Otherlander, they were reminded of a substance they played with as a child called oobleck.
"Uh oh..."
Once a decent amount of this new, gooey substance had formed, Gumba and Oizys proceeded to pour it down on the rebel warriors and their loved ones below.
