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The Misfortune was quick to curse on Sozo for daring to avenge his Son, as the ink quickly blotted him away much the same, with Wyvios doing swipes at the canvas with his blades and hands, frantically scattering such art all across in order to pretend he never existed, to pretend he wasn't involved at all. His fear was palpable, yet in that instance, he noticed that the Straw was able to not only be stored, but used against him. In that same inquiry, he tried to paint over the other new intruder that was coming up, wiping him from existence much the same as Xibal was, letting such strokes come down to silence it away.
FWOOOOOSH!!!!
Before the ink even reached him, a flame sparked, one that caught fire and ignited the entire canvas alive. Sozo used this to his advantage and have the small blots tether onto Wyvios, forcing him to endure his own Straw Magic. In truth, it wasn't just to erase, but to edit. To change the world as an artist should for any imperfections. "Ink Magic. Chief Kline. While this spell stands, You are my canvas. Now hold still, so I can do my work." He'd order, as another quick strokes made such fire quickly spread, slashing into and burning the Contract that abides in his very soul. The children below watched on in awe at how Sozo was moving, finally able to properly see him with his artistry. Left and right, up and down, he was making a masterpiece out of the remains of Kabanaska, a beauty blossoming under black and white, the flames being its new paint as their color was sucked away. Koina, meanwhile, remained still, locked in place, staring at the horror before her. She recognized this all too well, when she first tried to rebel against Orochi.
Her whole squad was merely drawn out, no longer allowed to remain in this world while he was under it. It was barely a second when he made that stroke, yet all she was left was a mere line of black that act as their graves.
Wyvios would panic further, screaming loudly, his voice more monstrous than human, as he'd try to salvage his contract as much as possible. The figure below took advantage almost immediately, monsters being born from the ink, sigils made and summoning them out, raining from above. It was like a silent movie was playing before the Morningstar's non-existent eyes. As such a Canvas painted over, Sozo's reach went even beyond it, allowing trails and tunnels to tether like tubes into his system. He watched as each beast carried their own variation of a plague, painted over in brisk strokes around to act as a barrier, preventing him from ever getting closer or even damaging them, less they come across the King of Nihil. Tendrils formed from the sky, nails that looked to be dragged out from the night itself, slamming down and skewering into his body again and again. He could feel his body changing, from minerals such as gold to organics like bone. There was no permission for rest, no permission for mercy.
Why should he? He could hear his son's cries from deep within, a mass that was struggling to stay firm.
FWOOOSH!!!
Swooping through the black and white, the Prismatic Angel cuts through in efforts to reach that very Contract, that very soul, determined to protect it. Everyone was caught off guard, confused as to why. In that brisk moment, where the King of Nihil attempted to intervene and smite down the figure for stopping his death, he'd see that very reason to why. Another plan forged by the Morningstar as he makes his escape, splitting off his body and letting it grow back into bloodied wings to fly upward, a ribcage and spine dangling out from the tear, the Contracts were visible proper. There was not one, but two of them. He was holding Mawkin's hostage, a bystander who didn't consent to such an idea as foregoing his very essence. All the attacks made, Wyvios used the Dhampir's soul to act as a shield for his own, letting him survive and plan ahead at all of this chaos whilst it unfolded.
Sozo's eyes have never been more wide. He was unintentionally killing his son, all because a Coward doesn't want to fight him directly. He exploded the Canvas almost instantly, letting it reach high like a geyser, clawing its way up to snag and drag the Morningstar back down. Wyvios, however, was a tricky one, clever at the very least. He'd allow the tubes and transmogrifications to flood over and take the hit, having all of them be struck at once by that very geyser, watching them be drenched and return back into ink, spiraling his own body to let it all ripple away, letting it paint the Circle's outer reaches so that the other defense mechanisms were dampened and blotted out. With such a weaponization of Misfortune, not only did it work, but it also convenienly spread his magic too far, forcing Sozo to build back up if he wanted to reach out again. Everyone else, meanwhile, was forced to dodge as much as they can, to where Solomon issued out Shady to catch and retreat everyone back, save for the intruder and Zazel. A chance to prove his worth, a chance to prove he truly deserves to rule the world.
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"LOOK AT YOU ALL! NOTHING MORE THAN ANTS BEFORE YOUR NEW GOD!!!!" His scream echoes out into the world as he readied his crown, the Sun charged overhead, slowly aiming it at the very center. "All of you are but FILTH! Stains that caress the life this world blessed us with! Ugly, vile, wretched stains! Misguided in violence and venison! Only led by carnage and curses! You all should be THANKING ME! Blessing me in gifts and tributes! All of us are flawed, and yet only I have shown to outshine it! To surpass it all, and reach to the heavens closer than anyone else! For this, let me bless you with the knowledge I hold! The Glory I wield!"
"Humanity has come to an end~! Let the lands be nothing but savages to all! Bask under my light! Tremble in Awe! LOOK UPON ME, YE ALMIGHTY!!!!!"
"AND! DE! SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!!!!!!!"