The entirety of the sky is swallowed by Xylos Eterna Morwen Aethos Zarkros (The Universe Consumer). In his true formThe Amorphous Blighthe remains a constantly shifting, anti-natural spectacle. He appears as an impossible, colossal black cloud from which purple beams of light, like miniature, chaotic galaxies, pierce the atmosphere. This is Absolute Chaotic Cosmic Dread, a sight that utterly defies the rules of the Mortal Realm.
Aetheria, the grand capital of the Kingdom, suffers a fresh assault. A simple, cold exhalation from Zarkros reduces an ancient Royal Citadel into mere dust.
(Zarkross Inner Cosmic Monologue): 'Hmph. This planet, designated Universe 3745, appears to harbor the densest population of aesthetically pleasing life-forms. Such a pity to consume them all.' He muses, his thoughts echoing across the void. 'But one must prepare for one's great Idea, after all.'
He begins gathering energy for his next, reality-shattering attackthe final, cleansing blow.
It is at that moment a blur of brilliant, defiant gold descends through the chaotic purple storm.
Vira (Her voice ringing with the clear authority of divine metal):
"STOP, you cosmic scrap heap! I am Vira, Emissary of the Goddess of War and Justice! I will justly protect this world from your destructive hands!"
Zarkross Cosmic Essence normally responds only to Destruction or Consumption. But the moment his non-eyes register Viras form and her commanding voice, something shifts. Three hundred and sixty degrees of chaotic perspective instantly invert.
Zarkross Amorphous Blight form pauses, cold and static. He does not reply, seeming to utterly ignore the threat Vira poses.
Viras pride flares into full-blown fury.
Vira (Roaring): "Speak! Do not ignore my challenge! 'Holy Retribution'!"
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"Divine Justice Blade!"
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"Aegis of Wrath!"
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"Heavenly Lance Strike!"
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"Tears of Purity!"
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"Sacred Chain of Judgment!"
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"Vengeance Shield Bash!"
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"Glimmering Fury Storm!"
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"Warrior's Eternal Oath!"
Vira unleashes every Skill, every ability, and every ounce of power she possesses in a continuous, furious assault. She is an aggressive Emissary, and seeing Zarkros endure her assault like an unmoving, silent training dummy only magnifies her rage.
Zarkros, however, simply takes the full-force attacks with a deadpan expression. He holds his Chaotic Magic Force Field close, deliberately absorbing the impact and storing the destructive energy.
After countless blows, Viras body is slick with sweat, trembling with exertion. Exhaustion is clear on her face, and her lance nearly slips from her grip.
Vira (Gasping for breath): "How... how are you enduring all my attacks?!"
Seeing Viras complete exhaustion, Zarkros makes a decision.
A shroud of smoky grey vapor erupts around Zarkros, enveloping his monstrous form.
FZZT!
His terrifying Form vanishes, and his human avatar emerges from the dissipating smoke. It is a figure of universal perfection: a young man whose hair is a blend of midnight darkness and scattered nebulae. His features are exquisitely handsome, but his eyes flash with an intense crimson aura, mixed with pure madness.
The same Cosmic Force Field that could obliterate the city spins around his body, calm and cold. Zarkros, in this breathtaking form, advances towards Vira, one slow, measured step at a time.
Fear mixes with utter astonishment on Vira's face. She has never seen such a Perfect Entity.
(Vira's Inner Monologue): "Th-this Fiend! Is this his final trick? Is he trying to bewitch me with beauty?! I cannot surrender this world while I still breathe!"
True to her pride, Vira gathers all her remaining energy. She resolves to make a suicidal sacrifice. She grips her Holy Lance tightly, bracing for one final counter-attack.
Zarkros reaches Vira's immediate personal space.
Vira is ready to pierce him. Yet, Zarkros denies her the fight. He drops dramatically to his knees, clutches his head in his hands, and screams with a look of frantic, beautiful madness.
Zarkros: "Oh, no! No more! My Stability is utterly shattered! I cannot restrain myself... I must confess the truth!"
Vira freezes, completely forgetting her lance strike.
Zarkros seizes Viras exhausted hand. His eyes are locked onto her beauty.
Zarkros (Rapturous, insane confession): "Oh, what... what are you! I have consumed billions of Universes, and I have never seen a Female Entity so perfect! How utterly proportional is your Body Composition! Oh, the sheer flawlessness!"
Vira is the proudest and strongest Emissary, but her own forbidding aura means no one has ever dared court her. This is the first confession of her life, and her face flushes uncontrollably crimson.
Zarkros (Continuing his detailed assessment): "How beautiful are your eyes! Infused with the power of Justice! Your minute surface hairs(Eyelashes) are truly captivating! They deepen the mystery of your gaze! The flow of your long, golden filamentous hairs(Hair)is more gorgeous than a Nebula! Your radiant Skin is smoother than a Planetary Crust! Touching you feels like holding the Universes Core!"
Zarkros only uses terms like 'Female Entity' and 'Filamentous Hairs,' completely ignorant of 'human' or 'woman.'
Zarkros: "I am no longer your destroyer! I am your Romantic Slave! Vira! I am obsessed with you at first sight! I will create a new Universe just for you!"
Vira (Stuttering with humiliation and rage): "F-Female Entity? F-f-filamentous Hairs? You... you are not just mad! You are perverted!"
In the peak of her shame and rage, she delivers a thunderous slap across Zarkros's perfect cheek!
SMACK!
Zarkross face snaps to the side from the blow, but he becomes even more ecstatic.
Zarkros: "Oh! Vira! The Passion I felt! That slap is your way of saying, 'I hate you, but please pursue me relentlessly!'"
Vira is mortified, but she remembers her mission.
(Vira's Inner Monologue): 'No time for shame! He is a High-Tier Fiend! I must finish him while I have the chance!'
While Zarkros savors the slap, Vira plunges her Holy Lance into his heart.
THWUM!
The lance pierces Zarkross chest and comes out the back. Zarkross eyes widen, and his body slumps to the ground, spurting golden Cosmic Essence.
Vira's body trembles with exhaustion, rage, and triumph.
Vira (In disbelief): "I... I win! I succeeded! I eliminated the Outer Blight! Yesss!"
As she celebrates, the fallen body of Zarkros suddenly chuckles. Then, ignoring the fatal wound, he springs back up with a face beaming with delight. The lance hole vanishes instantly as the wound dissolves into harmless Cosmic Light.
Taking advantage of Vira's shock, Zarkros moves with terrifying speed, appearing directly behind her and wrapping her in a warm embrace.
Zarkros (Whispering in her ear with a huge, joyful grin): "Oh, darling! You may kill me as many times as you like! I only wish to perish by your hands! I treasure your Passion!"
Vira goes rigid, paralyzed by the sudden, warm embrace. Her face turns blazing red, and steam rises from her ears, fueled by rage and profound embarrassment.
Vira: "Let go! Let go of me! Don't... don't touch me!"
She struggles violently and strikes Zarkros's abdomen with her elbow. As his arms loosen, Vira grabs her lance.
Vira (Screaming with shame-filled fury): "DIE!"
She uses her full power and decapitates Zarkros.
CRACK!
Zarkross head detaches and flies into the air, still wearing an ecstatic smile.
Zarkros (From the flying head): "Oh! Execution! You are testing my eligibility as a spouse! I understand, darling! But how can I kiss you at the wedding without my head!"
Zarkross body pulls the flying head back, the Cosmic Light seamlessly merging them.
Seeing his effortless regeneration, Vira is overwhelmed by horror, rage, and shame. She points her lance at him, her voice stammering with doubt.
Vira (Face flushed, voice shaking): "How... how are you immortal! My Justice Goddess's Spear turns any immortal to ash! Why do you not perish!"
Zarkros holds his rejoined head and stares at Vira with loving eyes.
Zarkros (Grinning): "Oh, darling... that is the Power of Love! When your Passion enters my body, the destructive energy instantly converts into the power of Resurrection! You are my Source of Affection!"
At that, Viras cheeks deepen to scarlet. The dignity of her title, Goddess of Pride, collapses under the weight of the Outer God's insane declaration of love.
(Vira's Inner Monologue): "He's insane! This monster is utterly unhinged! I don't know what to do! In war, I have tactics! But how do I fight a Romantic Lunatic?!"
Zarkros advances again, his face full of loving intent.
Zarkros: "Vira... Do you want another Hug? Or shall we go to our Honeymoon Universe together..."
Vira cannot bear the thought of another embrace.
She throws her lance onto the ground, her face red, and flees at full speed, running away with no destination, fueled only by shame and confusion.