“This is it…” A purple-hued spectral being, draped in a haunting shadowy robe akin to that of a grim reaper, murmured solemnly. On its right hand, it cradled a pure, white soul, its size nearly imperceptible, dwarfed by the immense figure of the spectral being which loomed as large as a moon.
Its other hand, delicately poised, traced the contours of a glass-like membrane with reverent fingertips as if enraptured by its ethereal beauty. In the Boundless Astral Realm, the crystalline boundary before the spectral being is not a mineral; it is the very fabric of a world’s edge, a barrier separating the world from the infinite void.
In other words, it is a dimensional wall.
"The space-path laws of this world are incredibly advanced and complex, surpassing any other worlds that I’ve encountered in this galactic supercluster. Cultivating here would lead to a breakthrough in humanity’s understanding of space-path laws. I will break open the dimensional wall and implant you inside. Demiurge, are you ready for this operation?" the ghastly specter explained.
“Your Majesty Grimsong Specter, thank you for all the support you’ve given me.” The pure white lump of soul, Demiurge, replied back, the telepathic message containing a tone full of respect. “Although you are branded as the most murderous magus of all time, as the leader of the Imperium’s Death Cult, your contribution is invaluable. I will accomplish the mission the Emperor has bestowed upon me with your assistance.”
“Don’t spout so much crap.” Grimsong Specter’s tone dripped with impatience, unwilling to entertain patriotic rhetoric. “I will bestow a few layers of reincarnations. You are the vanguard of the Imperium, fulfill your mission before your soul-lifespan wanes! Even in the twilight of your years, should my reincarnation method fail, procreate some descendants and ensure they carry out your mission. The Emperor’s Adeptus Psykana may coddle incompetence, but in my Death Cult, such weakness is not an option!”
“Understood, Your Majesty!” Demiurge accepted Grimsong Specter’s stern rebuttal.
“Brace yourself.” Grimsong Specter used his free hand to palm the dimensional wall. “Rank 6 sound-path killer move, [Worldwave Harmonics]!”
The void itself seemed to reverberate in response. Grimsong Specter released his palm with a muffled thud, reminiscent of soft flesh against reinforced glass. No discernable damage befell onto the dimensional wall, for this was no assault but rather an investigative move.
“Fascinating…” Grimsong Specter murmured, his whisper tinged with newfound understanding as he deciphered the dimensional wall’s frequency and the world’s harmonics. His spectral form seemed to draw in an ethereal breath, an eerie semblance of a living being. In the airless void of the Boundless Astral Realm, this gesture was an anomaly, a ghostly pantomime of life. After a deliberate pause, his ghastly chest swelled up to its spectral limit. “Rank 6 sound-path killer move, [Wave Force Artillery Strike]!”
The Boundless Astral Realm contains no medium for sound to travel at all, but Grimsong Specter’s breath attack causes significant changes in the dimensional laws around him. The very fabric of reality seemed to vibrate, the eerie resonance cut through the absolute silence, finding an unexpected conduit in the dimensional wall. The impact was profound, leading to fractures that marred its once-impenetrable surface.
Pieces of glass… nay, those are dimensional walls being shredded, scattered around the point of attack. Before them sprawled a vibrant, lush word, its verdant expanse revealed as the crystalline boundaries shattered. Desperate to mend the rupture, the dimensional laws worked in vain, their effort too sluggish. Grimsong Specter’s attack seemed to carve foreign dimensional laws, slowing down the rate of healing.
His onslaught was so exceedingly powerful that in the area where his Wave Force Artillery Strike landed, the swath of the landscape lay reduced to dust. What remained of once majestic mountains and teeming forest now stretched as an unending expanse of gray, lifeless desert, its former inhabitants disintegrated into dust.
Naturally, countless powerful beings appear one after another as if responding to the hostile intention of the otherworldly invader. Their aura begins to radiate from all corners of the world as if they were awakened from a deep slumber, each is equivalent if not stronger than Grimsong Specter himself. “As expected, this world has a Hero system set up. Time is of the essence. Rank 6 soul-path killer move, [Alternate World Reincarnation]!” Grimsong Specter’s ghastly figure has its spectral mass funneled away towards the white lump of soul in his hand, protecting it under layers upon layers of ectoplasmic matter.
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His original moon-sized spectral visage lost a chunk of its mass and volume.
While resisting the suppression of the World’s Will, he put Demiurge's now-black soul inside his mouth. Countless chaotic souls of beasts, humans, or other intellectual creatures that suffered from eternal damnation began to pour out of Grimsong Specter’s stomach, wrapping themselves around Demiurge’s soul in his mouth, “Rank 6 soul-path killer move, [Necrotic Undeath Genesis]!”
ROAR! Grimsong Specter unleashed yet another breath attack, but completely different from the first. Accompanied by a deafening roar that reverberates to all corners of the world, he expelled hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of black-white lumps of souls from his gaping maw. They streaked across the skies, raining down upon the world like a celestial meteor shower, their deathly glow illuminating the world below. After activating killer moves twice in a row, his original size has reduced to a fourth, his aura weakened significantly.
“Otherworldly Invader, die!” Still reeling from his previous killer move, he found himself intercepted by a native, denying him an easy escape.
The native is none other than a dragon, its form shielded by transcendent white scales impervious from harm. Radiant power poured ceaselessly from its gigantic figure, transforming the dragon into a mobile sun, casting lights across the expanse like a moon in motion. With urgency in its eyes, the dragon unleashed its own breath attack, manifesting as a torrent of golden-white brilliance. The searing pillar of light approached Grimsong Specter faster than the speed of light.
Instantly responding to the onslaught, Grimsong Specter unfurled his spectral robe, shaping it into a protective sphere. “Rank 6 sound-path killer move, [Acousto-Optic Modulation]!” The spectral garment generated a highly specialized soundfield, manipulating and deflecting light to diminish the potential harm the dragon’s assault might inflict. In effect, Grimsong Specter resembled a disco ball, casting reflections of light in all directions. Wherever these beams landed, devastation followed in their wake.
“Pathetic,” Grimsong Specter scoffed, his words echoing in a spectral tongue that transcended languages. “I assumed this world contained rich souls… Alas, its so-called heroes are nothing but trash. I’m reconsidering my initial assessment…” Despite his disdainful tone, Grimsong Specter’s spectral robe was deteriorating at a rapid pace, and the dragon’s assault proved far from inconsequential. Adhering to his own words, Grimsong Specter began to ascend, intent on departing before the breach in the dimensional wall sealed itself shut.
Grimsong Specter’s words and actions struck at the dragon’s reverse scale, its pride had been wounded because, to a dragon, their breath was its most potent weapon.
Just as the dragon prepared to launch another retaliatory strike, a new figure appeared behind Grimsong Specter, positioning itself to cut off any potential escape route. This newcomer is a gigantic winged serpent, its black scales a dark obsidian hue, punctuated by sporadic patterns of vibrant purple and crimson. Its colossal form nearly rivaled that of the dragon, a behemoth that seemed to eclipse the very skies themselves.
< Shannaz, the others are trying to figure out the scale of the Otherworldly Invader’s attack. Did you get hit by its soul projectiles? On the surface, countless billions of alien creatures with negative lifeforce are currently rampaging, killing everything. The Overgod has already classified them as a new type of life referred to as ‘undead’… > The winged serpent sent a telepathic message to the dragon.
“Ah, more trash…” Grimsong Specter’s chest inflated once more, primed for another onslaught of wave-force artillery.
Yet, before Grimsong Specter could unleash his attack, the winged serpent’s crown-like horns crackled with bolts of purple lightning. Their sheer volume and intensity left no room for evasion. Moving infinitely close to the speed of light offered no respite for Grimsong Specter. In a relentless surge, majestic figures of various forms and specialized powers converged to thwart the otherworldly invader.
It was a protracted battle, one where Grimsong Specter was gradually pushed to the brink of death. In the end, he met his end, but the tale of his demise is a story for another time.
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Deep in the desolate reaches of Boundless Astral Realm, countless lightyears away, a humanoid spectral figure is currently gorging ectoplasmic matter from the decaying husk of a dying star. In the Boundless Astral Realm, most stars are living beings with their own physiology, but this star’s life signature has been flickering for quite some time, almost like candlelight on a windy night.
"Ah… my split soul is completely obliterated, but I’ve succeeded in implanting Demiurge…" it whispered, the words barely audible above the crackling radiation emanating from the dead star. No life could hope to survive in the vicinity of this stellar graveyard as even the celestial bodies: small worlds orbiting the star that have its inhabitants, and civilizations, housing billions of life, have been devoured by this monstrosity.
"Secondary objective accomplished," it declared, "Now, it’s time to infiltrate Morgen World. Rank 6 soul-path killer move, [Stellar Corpse Explosion]!"
As the dead star erupted into a blinding supernova, its brilliance painted the void in searing white. Seizing the moment, the spectral figure surfed along the shockwave which propelled it faster-than-light through the inky darkness of space. Like a phantom, its silhouette melded seamlessly into the surrounding darkness, vanishing from sight. Fueled by its malevolent yearnings, the spectral being embarked on an odyssey to its destination, driven to sate its murderous thirst.