“Take it, you consumed it as a beast! Now use all that technology and show that piece of shit what true advancement looks like!” Shouted out as an honest and nerdy lad, his masterpiece ruined and defiled by the monster who consumed him but his burning will allows him to speak in the hive mind within the abyss. This would raise Kreist once more, a valiant cry escaped his maw, as He rises up in a power pose. His chest bursting forward as he closes his wings around himself before bursting free once more. His form was metallic and synthetic. Gold and silver as primary colors, with violet and blue ascents. His energy has become a vibrant blue, with arching lightning in his wings. He had become a true living machine.
“Come Forth! Prepare to fire!” Upon his command, the consumed last stand of the galactic fleet made from various worlds had begun to materialize. Wonderful and beautiful ships, these extremely powerful and well forged battle-cruisers, star-destroyer class, and supercarrier were massive. Advanced and sleek, they boasted fire power alone to dwarf the most well trained armed forces from orbit, let alone gods. Jet black hull, crimson lights, violet engines, and golden accents these deadly space vessels are the almighty enforcers. They charged weapons and began to bombard Aeon, devastating him with powerful anti-proton, plasma, and various other energies. Aeon received much damage, taking another fall in the void of space, this raging battle was leading them ever further down.
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Aeon, rising once more despite the fall, rages. Using his powerful innate abilities he conjured a powerful sword in hand made of his very will. With a quick and yet silent movement, the vessels all become minced scrap. They fade away becoming mere atoms once more. Then with a dash towards Kreist, a powerful strike that would sunder the very fabric of space around them, this strike would take him out causing a short free fall.
Kreist would accept this simple free fall, no instead he used it as a tool, ripping off his own tail and reshaping it into a length whip, he quickly uses it grabbing onto the ankle of Aeon. With a stern tug, he pulled in the bastard, and gave him a brutal punch to the face. For the first time in his immortality, Aeon just had his face smashed in. The caved skull was regenerating, but the punches, oh they came in fast. They say in space, no one can hear you scream, but right now, you could easily hear the crushing bone, the flesh pulverized, and the blood splatter, and a laughing dragon.
Despite his head being caved in and nearly crushed to dust, Aeon would use his sword to cut off Kreist’s head, killing him again. They got closer, the impulse of the black hole grew, the station began to break and spaghettify. With that, the trap had fully sprung, The flesh tide revealed itself, Aeon was now trapped in the weapon that he sent to eat everything.
