Edges of the green theater began to evaporate and fizzle, the mirrors cracking and releasing whatever was captured within.
Humanoids, plant folk, mindless monsters, and beings unimaginable in a single form began to fight for dominance. The surface name has long evaporated.
Slowly, the ceiling collapses. Melding the creatures within and disappearing with them all, back into mana.
However, on closer examination. A hallway in the theater seemed ripped apart as if the separated portion was sent away, before the collapse of the ceiling...
Somewhere, a single Oozekin Core rumbles. As if something was shuffling within it. Mana can be seen flowing into it, and a slip of paper evaporates into the core. However, nothing occurs.
*Within the Slimecore*
A man, wearing full dark plate mail, begins to scream.
Then a void-borne creature screeches.
And finally, a man with green eyes' visage shatters, followed by the Void watcher and void-borne creature.
Words begin to form on the etches of the green room. Scribing and repeating all over the space.
"Your light falters, I shall enjoy ending your sad existence. Come to me when you are ready."
The words slowly meld into a central point, forming a red orb. Forming the symbol and swirl of the Primordial Ooze.
Said orb now floats and rotates around the ceiling. As if mimicking a star.
A ghost-like figure lurks out from the shadows, with his crimson cloak, and speaks out first.
"I propose, we create a character that follows my brothers and sisters. Of the Crimson Magi."
Another figure begins crawling out of the wall, wearing a cloak of tourmaline ooze speaks as well.
"I propose we stand with the primordial ooze. Clearly, they can serve our beings better."
A small mouse, wearing a lab coat, burrows out of the floor. It's tag shining and gleaming, its name of "Lucefir", squeals out.
"We go back to my home for once. Us Aurite descendants are so much superior to any of you filthy lizards!"
"Enough"
A vohl, with fragmented and broken horns, speaks out. Gazing outwards. Despite having no eyes, the creatures that were speaking felt a chilling gaze upon them.
"Despite the mismanagement of the former... Avatar. We were still given quite a few useful skills. I doubt most things, including demigods, could catch us at any given moment."
Most of the creatures within the green room murmur sounds of agreement.
"And, unlike most of those who currently remain. I have reached the peak. The three that just died were the only ones that could have killed me."
"Therefore, I should be given the keys to the kingdom this time, yes?"
Without waiting for a response, the Vohl stares at the star.
"We of what remains, of the long dead and aspiring. Wish to discuss some sort of deal with you. I believe we could easily harm your existence with just a few words. And, we just as much as our capabilities in harming you, just as much need you as our sponsor."
"Now, before your olden pride rises and attempts to shatter my very existence. Do realize I know the name of Null. So, do touch me as if you wish to invoke harm upon your godhood. And of course, all the unknowables and unspeakables that everybody else knows about.
The Vohl looks around and finally asks.
"Where is my throne in this newly founded kingdom? I believe a king needs a throne to be recognized, mh? After all, a king to a god is something to be aware of now."
The Vohl waits as the star begins to slowly descend towards him.
"Now, before you keep thinking about your loved ones. Family, bosses, co-workers, duty, oaths, and the whatnot."
The Vohl makes a little twirl of his hands, as if waving off dust.
"Do realize most of their ages are long gone, remains that are so old they've turned into dust. Not to mention how lackluster their loyalty to you has been. Centuries for some, and millennia for the rest. And, nobody has bothered to search for you, to hear about you, to hold your remains."
The Vohl, then extends his arms. As if welcoming and attempting to hug the air.
"So.. Why not join and stay in this kingdom we have? Most of us were anomalies, geniuses, and prodigies in our own cultures. All lost due to certain variables, and all interconnected to Dawnwing."
"Ah, of course. Let us continue once I'm done talking to the Primordial Ooze.. Please do prepare that throne though~"
The Vohl grasps onto the red orb with two hands. And crushes it.
