((Utter insanity that is almost 10,000 words long. It's literally 9,752 words.)

It was still dark outside as the Varden assembled outside the city. They were going to attempt an ambush, but who knows how much sleep anyone was getting with the echoes of horrible screams and impossibly loud roars ringing throughout half the night?
If anything, then at least the distant battle of gods helped cover up the sound of their approach.

Even now, in the darkness they could be seen on the horizon, mountainous shapes writhing in a slow dance, bright, nearly cyan lines of one's underbelly starkly visible- as were the glowing streams of blue and red blood of the two gods. It was a haunting visage.

The columns of warriors had split into three factions, one heading for the hill to take the upper wall, and two targeting different sides. Behind the army crawled a handful of large, faintly glowing creatures. Only hours before had they been monsters, the largest of which being a dragonish beast of hard, goldenrod scales with a mat of thick blue fur along its neck, enormous serpentine belly scales a burnt orange.

The reptile had more hardened plates- though red- along it's back and down its spiny face. It was larger than even GB, with a thin, tattered red scarf tied around the base of it's neck. It was once a skeleton by the name of Dust.

Yet striding behind the horse-riding elves heading for the upper wall was a centurion creature, pointing a delicate, fox-like snout towards Urû-baen nervously, the thick fur of their neck a soft lilac, large, pointed ears and topside a rich orchid hue. The centurion carried an elegant poleaxe in mauve, birdlike hands, the length of the weapon largely white like bone. It's lower half was feline with enormous paws and shaggy hair, largely heather in color.

A long, fluffy tail swung low to the ground behind them and their upper half was clothed in an unmistakable purple robe.
This was formerly a queen known as Alter, though the distinct glint in it's amethyst eyes revealed that he was still himself despite how different he had become.

And towering behind a row of dwarves sauntered a bear of ridiculous proportions, standing as tall as a Kull on all fours with curved, garnet red horns guarding the sides of its face. Its body was wreathed in long hair consisting of various greens, with a long tail ending in a strange yet unmistakable venomous bone claw. Its glowing eyes were emerald green, the bear keeping close to a dragon-sized avian-esque creature with four wings.

Behind the last column of soldiers were two mammalians with qualities of fish concentrated on their back ends. The first of which appeared mostly as a badger that stood with shoulders level to a horse's, darker fur colored a dull dijon yellow as it's pale stripes and underside were a marginally brighter butterscotch. The tail lengthened into the semblance of a fish, ending in a sharp tip like a stingray and yellowed as medallion, fins closer to honey. It's eyes blazed with all the colors of the rainbow, prowling along beside the horses. It's eyes were the only hint left that this creature had once been Color, that and the prismatic line going down it's chest both.

Yet lastly, a far more inquisitive creature scurried along. It was just a hint smaller than the badger-fish, scrambling ahead and pausing every once in a while to wring its clawed hands- both in apprehension and fascination. It had the head and arms of a squirrel with the body and legs of an otter, tail and neck lined with fins of some unknown fish. Its fur was navy blue, fins as yellow as butter and daffodils. Its fur was speckled with white, eyes equally colorless.

And yet back at the camp, seven others remained, watching in silence. A glittering blue dragon, human Rider, two skeletal dragons and a skeleton Rider and a hippogriff of all things, colored in reds with hints of gold, head like that of a peacock instead of a hawk, wings like that of a swan. It's carmine eyes glared at the walled city, wings half raised in preparation to fly.

With the group stood a 6-winged god, glancing surreptitiously at the others every so often. The dragon was not as she seemed, the skeletons all an illusion- the only solid part of them were their skulls.

The Varden continued their silent approach, hidden by the cover of darkness and masked by the rolling thunder of giants battling what was at least a hundred miles away. Error was close- greatly slowed by what could only be 404- but coming closer all the same.

Above the contingents approaching the ground walls hovered tremendous planes of bone attacks, neatly arranged into gigantic rectangles that were stacked atop one another and floating above the army. It was now that the structures began to move, silently dropping down in front of the marching columns to touch the ground in front of them, unfolding into ramps that led up to the top of the enormous walls surrounding Urû-baen.

It was then that horns began to blare from within the city, torches lighting and lanterns unshuttering. At this, the Varden took off, racing up the bone structures as the elves started galloping for the upper wall. In moments, the skeletons floating above the armies on Blasters let the skulls fire upon the walls, scorching the walkways and incinerating flesh wherever it was found. Defending soldiers screamed, shouts ringing out and cutting through the din of distant roars.

The dragons remaining in the camp all roared at once- though the sound itself was an illusion in the case of the skeletal reptiles, though they mimicked the real thing well enough as the group took off.

As the Wyrdaí Islingrya moved past the wall to attack the city directly, the transformed monsters and dragons helped defend the invading army as they took the wall. The horned bear was already splattered with red, horns and tail dripping with blood that was not its own.

The purple-black feathered godling rose above the battle, singing in a light, airy voice that sounded somewhat feminine, his wings beginning to glow as he swooped to a standstill a thousand feet away from the walls, simply hovering and singing.

Except.. there was more than his voice. It was difficult to tell with the distance, but there was a distinct humming- the sounds of violins just emanating from the young god.
After a moment, it became clear just what he was:
He was Music. He was Song. He was Beats.

He grew louder as figures dropped down from the bottom of the shelf, revealing themselves to be the bone dragons of the Multiverse, shrieking as they fell upon the Wyrdaí Islingrya. Of course, Beats seemed only interested in song, somehow turning into an orchestra, lights dancing, flashing and swirling to the notes, the sound of drums somehow louder than the clash of metal and cries of dying soldiers.

As the godling provided an eerie soundtrack to the invasion, a glittering red shape emerged from the shelf, flying towards the blue dragon.
Immediately, she roared, arrowing towards the crimson counterpart, Thorn barely dodging her as his tail swung around in an attempt to batter Saphira.

It narrowly missed a wing and the dragons both roared, blue spewing whitish flames and setting several buildings alight in the process, illuminating the underside of the stony crag. Thorn swung around a tower, building altitude in an attempt to rise above Saphira in the limited space, but she moved preternaturally fast, jaws clamping around a sensitive wing. The younger dragon screamed, hissing as they began drifting downward as he snapped at her.

He managed to snatch her foreleg in his jaws, yelping as his teeth clacked against unyielding scales. He then drove his teeth into a wing, in which he was finally released, crashing painfully into the streets with a mouthful of white feathers.

The blue dragon swooped overhead, illusion falling away to reveal a teal dragon of Saphira's exact size and shape, but very much not her. The stranger had hard, diamond shaped scales that glittered with iridescence, white fur going down their back and feathered wings. A webbed talon ripped apart a roof in an effort to slow down fast enough to make a sharp turn, landing across from the wounded dragon, snarling.

Yet the crimson was already healed, crouching with a snarl of his own, assessing the situation.
The gemstone hide of the stranger began to glow in the grey dawn light, teal vanishing under a myriad of pulsing colors. It was then that the clearly unknown Rider on the mysterious dragon's back shouted in a magnified voice, revealing themself to be female.

"Do you believe yourselves to be the equal of gods, young Dragon and Rider? Do you wish to challenge the Keeper of the Forgotten, He Who Holds the Dead? Galbatorix has slain nearly the whole of a race and wiped out an ancient order that we now carry. So tell us: can you learn to change in time, or will you fight my son?"

There was a pause as the red dragon and Rider studied the mysterious newcomer. A stray shot of Blaster fire flashed blindingly across the street between them, striking a house and sending rocks and splinters flying. The strange dragon was now rainbow, each and every protruding scale glowing with an inner light that sparked and flared in unknowable patterns. My

Something about it all just looked a little.. too familiar. As if each scale had become a crystal. The swirling colors within its blazing eyes bespoke an ancient agony and fury. The white-haired woman standing in the saddle atop its back was also gleaming, eyes glowing a bright blue-white.

"I cannot escape his service." Was all Murtagh stated, face unreadable beneath his helmet.
"But you can. Eragon told you of this. I have seen the memories. I may be a stranger to this universe, but I am not ignorant of its ways."
Murtagh did not reply, the dragons and Riders- though one pair was only an imitation made of magic and memory- as each weighed the possibilities.

It was only when a great roar rent the air apart that they looked away, alarmed to see a snarling, smoking shape taking off, flying without wings as it bellowed, trailing black smoke from its mouth, nostrils and spine, unusual twisting spikes visible beneath the haze as carmine eyes burned.

Seconds later a similar roar echoed from beyond the city, a green-gold serpentine dragon with a brown underbelly and single horn rising up from the plains beyond, also lacking wings. Both creatures were tremendous, the smoking one charging forward with a glint of murderous glee in it's hateful scarlet eyes- eyes that should not have been so large.

The pair collided with hardly a sound- something positively jarring with how enormous they were, a third black figure appearing from seemingly nowhere as it let out a raspy shriek, clattering as the trio tumbled to the ground. Black feathers the size of sails were ripped away in the ensuing tussle, falling to the ground alongside gold-tinted leaves of equal size.

Before they realized it, the distracted god and deity were suddenly bowled over without warning, a bewildering creature being the cause. It too, was gigantic, many times larger than the current size of the dragonified Soul-Abyss.
Changeling as they were, they eyed the monstrosity, growing in size themselves.

They may only be a god-mortal, but they had the power of thousands of dead dragons at hand. The creature across from them howled, waving a serpentine head and neck around, bullish horns hooking on a skeleton dragon and slinging the poor thing directly into the ceiling of the shelf above them.

It had a shaggy line of hair going down its neck and back, stopping short at the red, segmented tail- which ended in a wicked black stinger. At first glance it appeared to have wings, but it quickly became apparent that they were arms covered in surprisingly colorful feathers, pinkie fingers extended into pseudo-wings. Its forelegs ended in long, yellow talons while its hindquarters and legs were closer to that of a boar, hooves cracking the stone with every step.

The god then scrambled backwards as the creature charged, horns directed forward as its mouth opened to reveal brutish fangs and canid teeth. They leapt back over the wall, feigning fear in an effort to get the giant away from the innocent lives that were underfoot.

In the cacophony, they dreadfully realized that the sky was moving. Undulating with familiar glowing mists of timelessness beyond the physical plane. It shouldn't have been possible- yet in the distance they spotted a growing patch of utter black, a tear in reality that could only be the Void.

The snake-headed deity coughed out a guttering rumble, laughing at Soul-Abyss as they backed further from the city. A tremendous voice emanated from the unnerving deity, loud and brash and hysterical.
"Oh of all the times for the end of our realms to come, it is now! Look, look upon the doom!"

Toxic green eyes flashed as Madness joined Soul-Abyss and Evolution on the plains.
The Lady in White spoke next.
"Yes, the Multiverse falls with poor timing. The dimensions collide at the height of this world's conflict and the future of both the Multiverse and Alagaësia hangs in the balance. Enjoy your strength while you have it, Madness, for never again will existence be so unstable, regardless of the outcome of this battle."

The deity chortled again, a profane sound that rang out over the fields as he charged again, head swinging around as SoulAbyss dodged, except at the last second he lunged and bit down on a flank. The watery god shrieked as fangs sank into flesh between scales. In retaliation, they snapped and bit into an arm, drawing out rust-colored blood.

They thrashed back and forth as the noise intensified, stumbling about before SoulAbyss tripped, Madness recoiling with a hiss.
With a glance, the watery god hesitated.
A large, leathery grey sauropod had collapsed on its side, keening as it kicked helplessly. A sauropod.

The deity stepped forward again, ignoring the dinosaur as he lunged, a hoof plunging into the reptile's belly and disemboweling it without a care. The dragon had scarcely enough time to roll out of the way, snarling as they summoned chains with links the size of small houses, backing away until their feet touched water as the chains flew at Madness.

Screeches and roars and horrible screams filled the air, figures appearing in flashes of black along the plains and darting around in sheer terror and confusion. A tremendous roar suddenly blasted them, giving even Madness pause as they both turned, seeing they were dangerously close to a pair of enraged titans.

Corruption had his longer set of mandibles clamped around Destruction's throat, both scrabbling at each other with their arms- one with only two and the other with four.
Error then bellowed again as he suddenly forced a raptorial claw through 404's hard shell with a dull, echoing crunch.

They could hear the paler god wheeze, see him spasm before his powerful back legs kicked out and threw the spiny one on his backside, squealing as the blade slid out of his flesh with a grinding sound. The earth was jumping with the weight of the giants, though Error was clearly the biggest of the two.

With a hiss so deep it was whistling and rumbling like a hurricane, Madness turned on SoulAbyss again. The dragon crouched down, growling like an earthquake before very suddenly the deity was knocked over by a black and white shape, howling raspily.

The god blinked at Death as he stabbed his tremendous beak into the deity's side, talons carving gashes wider than pines out of the dark flesh, rapidly flooding with rustic blood.

SoulAbyss backed away, noticing streaks of black blood staining Reaper's bones and dampening his sleek feathers.
🆂🅾🆄🅻, 🅶🅾 🅷🅴🅻🅿 🆃🅷🅴 🆅🅰🆁🅳🅴🅽! 🅴🆅🅴, 🅲🅻🅴🅰🆁 🆃🅷🅴 🅻🅾🆂🆃 🅰🆁🆁🅸🆅🅰🅻🆂! 🅸'🅻🅻 🅷🅰🅽🅳🅻🅴 🅼🅰🅳🅽🅴🆂🆂. His voice rang in their mind, craning their neck to see their mother already floating off, the waters of their realm floating around her as they were pulled from the tears in reality.

Nodding to themselves, SoulAbyss bounded back towards the walled city, finding that the fight was going badly. Magic was not operating as it should, spells malfunctioning and turning on their casters. Only those of the Multiverse seemed to be working as intended, which proved that the chaos was the result of some spell by Galbatorix.

The watery god slid to a rumbling stop outside the wall, hefting up their weight and leaning on the top like it was a rail. At this size, it might as well have been. In that instant, their maw opened and an enormous beam of light shot out, eliminating an entire troop bearing down on a cornered patch of the Varden.

Then something screamed beside their head, and legs skittered onto scales.
Flinching, SoulAbyss snatched the creature trying to climb their head, blinking as it turned out to be a titantula, a spider as large as a bus shrieking and flailing. They dropped it outside of the wall, watching it bound away, just another terrified and lost animal- though a fright to most others.

Looking up at the sky, SoulAbyss could see the bewildering mess of dimensions crashing into one another. The heavens were obscured by disorganized patches of colors and realities incomprehensible to mortals.

The greys of the realm of the dead spilled out like liquid silver and putty, lights falling out as the wandering dead spilled out into the physical plane. The mists of primordial memory- their own realm- fell in great clouds, raining the water that was lifeblood onto the earth below.

The still early dawn was as bright as midday with the great swathes of glitching white as the Anti-Void opened up. They could see the familiar blue beginning to drop down from the tears, each thread tipped in red as they leaned towards the god of Destruction.

And still more patches of utter darkness appeared, boiling and warping erratically in contact with the physical world. Between it all a mist that was not a true fog drifting about in lurid streaks, shifting through colors as the presence of gods and deities affected it.

The other dimensions all then pulsed, some flashing, some spazzing, some both. They could feel the reason behind it- something had abruptly collapsed inward and arrived in Alagaësia. That could only mean that another deity had arrived.

SoulAbyss grimaced at that, finding a sort of gratitude in the trip knocking out deities. If whoever had arrived stayed conscious, they would have been drawn to this battle- for good or evil, that would still be too much. They cast the thought aside, snapping at the glitching cloud that was Fatal as the alternate tangled Geno in his red threads.

Shrinking somewhat, the dragonified god hopped up on top of the wall, ignoring the soldiers hacking at their talons for their scales were simply too thick and impenetrable for the attacks to have meaning. They snapped at a shrieking skeleton dragon, bones crunching into dust as they glared at the vast gate into the castle. There was the enemy. The murderer of the Order.
The dragons within bellowed with fury.

With an angry snort that shot white fire through their nostrils, the Keeper of Memory leapt off the great wall, talons ripping entire chunks from the top as they glided to the square in front of the gate, raining bits of stone over the city. They landed with a boom, allowing themselves to become just a little bit smaller to better fit inside as their diamond claws assailed the black doors, disregarding the spiked rivets lining them.

Infuriatingly, the gates stood strong despite the barrage. Frustrated, they slammed their weight against them, snarling as the rivets bruised the flesh beneath their crystalline scales.
Kill the oath-breaker! Behead the snake! The blood-traitor must die! Their rage echoed in the planes of their mind, fueling their fervor.

SoulAbyss growled as they felt the hinges creaking, wards weakening. Soon. They knew, the ocean that was Wyrda was twisting, crashing down in a storm as it howled the truths in echoes of magic.
He had uncovered a truth, a word of power, yet his death was at hand. The king was both at the height of his power and yet was all the closer to his own demise.

Yet in all of their frantic clawing, the god of crystal and Souls froze when they felt it.
A warping of the world, a buzz in the back of the mind, a low hum that sent tremors through the earth.
SoulAbyss slowly turned, looking out beyond the shelf at the devastation wrecking the city and the utter mayhem going on outside it.

Corruption lay on his side, wheezing as they struggled to heal from the many oozing holes in their carapace, Destruction standing tall as his great grey skull turned to regard the city. A mass of blue threads had woven around his numerous spines, still more yearning towards him from the vast portions of the Anti-Void left exposed in the sky.

Life, the green goddess, was darting about the disorganized landscape, trying to close the tears in reality as Evolution floated in an indescribable form consisting of white and aquamarine, powers focused on gathering the bits and pieces of the Multiverse- both living and not.

Yet behind her, the snarling god strode forward, moving as if in slow motion. Every step sank deep into the earth, thundering as the surrounding chunks leapt up, displaced by the sheer force of the red and blue god.

SoulAbyss recoiled into themself, knowing they were not a match for Destruction. Regardless, they could not let the city be destroyed. They rumbled under their breath and abandoned the door, leaping out above the city- not without their back claws clipping the wall, sending the top crashing down.

Landing in front of the city, they spread their wings out, shaking their head wildly. Error paused, on foot hovering over the camp as those unable to join the fight fled like a mass of ants.
Skull tilting at the sight, he pulled away, stepping with surprising gentleness around the camp before regarding the watery god again with a slight squint.

His voice lanced into their mind then, unexpectedly calm despite the underlying rage.
₥Ɏ ₭łĐ₴ ₳ⱤɆ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆⱤɆ.
Glancing back anxiously at the now heavily damaged city, SoulAbyss winced, one of their voices replying.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

With a snort that whistled with bluish mist, Error's red sockets flashed.
₲Ɇ₮ ØɄ₮ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ₩₳Ɏ.
They ignored the growing venom, spotting the leafy god dart closer as their wooden underbelly turned a hint darker, eyes glinting icy blue and purple as they spat at the horrible creature that was Hate.

Addressing Error, Abyss made himself heard.
𝚆𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙲𝚘𝚖-
ł₣ ɎØɄ ĐØ₦'₮ ₲Ɇ₮ ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ʉ₵₭ ØɄ₮ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₩₳Ɏ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₴Ɇ₵Ø₦Đ ł'ⱠⱠ ₮Ɇ₳Ɽ ₮ⱧØ₴Ɇ ₲ØĐĐ₳₥₦ ₣ⱠɄ₣₣Ɏ ₩ł₦₲₴ Ø₣₣.
They knew he meant it.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎. Abyss reasoned. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.
They cringed at the malevolent sparks that shot out of those crimson eyesockets, superheated plasma beginning to drip from his charcoal jaws.
ł'₥ ₦Ø₮ ĐØł₦₲ ₴Ⱨł₮ ɎØɄ ₴₳Ɏ. ₲Ɇ₮. ØɄ₮. Ø₣ ₥Ɏ ₩₳Ɏ.

They frantically cast about for a way to further reason with the enraged god, but frightfully he waited only two seconds before lunging, forcing SoulAbyss to scramble backwards as a black bladed limb slowly sank into the earth where they had been standing, grinding to a stop.

There was a whir as the saurian jaws parted before the watery god dipped out of the way, blinding molten light roaring as it singed the ends of their pale mane.

It slowly tilted downward, approaching the dragonified god and also the city behind them before there was an immense and excruciating throaty roar, earth jolting as titanic forces slammed into it. The beam had vanished, and something had thrown Error to the ground while sending up a cloud of debris to obscure everything.

SoulAbyss gasped, pushing themselves up to better see what was happening. Groans sounded from the city as soldiers recovered from the vast earthquake. In the midst of the cloud was a pile of twisted, unnatural limbs. One figure was largely black, unfamiliar, while the other was mostly a dull red.

The watery god identified three rows of blue serrated edges on the back of the new entity, hard yellow scales dotting their sides. Finally the stranger tumbled off of Error, whining and twitching, familiar strings draped around them.
A long, serpentine neck lifted up, revealing a crocodilian face with unmistakable blue lines coming from three eyes. It groaned, SoulAbyss left bewildered as Error- who lacked those lines in this form- also groaned painfully.

The spidery god slowly stood, raptorial claws pressed to his skull as if in pain.
SoulAbyss looked on, at a loss. The other one crowed suddenly, head lolled with an expression of complete confusion as they glanced about with unfocused red and yellow eyes, each operating independently of the other.

Hesitantly reaching out, SoulAbyss was horrified to find an incredibly decentralized, unstable and disjointed multitude of fragments instead of an intact consciousness.
вяσкєη! нσω? ωну?!
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?!

Error was shaking his skull, blinking confusedly at the abominable and confused creature in slight dismay. ₮ⱧɆ VØł₵Ɇ₴..? He asked in faint recognition- and despair. They could now hear the whispers in his mind- a trait he had lacked when other gods were intact.
SoulAbyss started making connections, searching for forgotten memories to better uncover the truth of the matter-
Then the memories arose and slammed into them like a tidal wave.

They stumbled backwards in an effort to process, horrified. Error whined, grimacing and shoving the creature away as he stumbled around SoulAbyss in an attempt to reach the city.
уσυ.. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝?
With a slight hiss and a flash of annoyance, he ignored them.

A moment passed as he took another step, and for the watery god, it clicked.
Error was by no means a natural god. He wasn't even a natural mortal. He.. they were a haphazardly thrown together collection of fragments of all pieces that had been lost to the Anti-Void.

The true weight of Fate's cruelty to Error began to set in.
The strange creature was just the other half- the disjointed, manipulated, incoherent half of a god that had been built out of parts that did not belong together, all on top of the first Geno that ever was. It explained why he was so much more unstable, with so many opposing traits. Something so broken and forced into one likely automatically leaned towards a very different specialty than what Fate had forced upon him-them. A halved being... now wasn't that familiar.
They could not help but glance at Hate and Cicállaé writhing in the distance in their battle.

All of a sudden, SoulAbyss realized that Error was almost at the city, and was most definitely not going to listen to reason. They almost started towards him, but paused. They glanced back at the unstable half. The Voices, he had said about it. Voices.
That was something that Abyss had heard of back in the Multiverse.
They began to understand how the halves interacted with one another- likely having never seen each other before.
The watery god made a decision.

Approaching the black being, they allowed themselves to fall into two parts- mortal and god. The lesser side maintained control of their form as the other thoroughly inserted them-herself into the erratic, fragmented minds. The pieces were only capable of one train of thought at a time, but altogether the voices became a dull mental roar as they struggled to converse and comprehend their environment.
There was a sort of irony in how the god of destruction was him-themself, broken. Made of broken pieces.

кєєρ αωαу ƒяσм тнє ¢ιту. ∂σ ησт нυят ιт. нє ιѕ gσιηg тσ нυят ιт. ¢αη уσυ ρяσтє¢т ιт? Soul urged softly.
The creature blinked, unseeing eyes staring into oblivion as several voices began to echo random bits and phrases.

ρяσтє¢т ωαℓℓє∂ ¢ιту. Soul stated simply.
The sentence echoed around the fractured consciousness as more and more voices echoed it. Slowly, the three eyes blinked out of order before the head turned, becoming alert as it focused on the dragon god.
Why? One word drifted out, somehow above the rest. Where? Another asked confusedly.

SoulAbyss took a step back, waving a wing at the capital that was Urû-baen. The three eyes blinked again, staring at it before spotting Error reaching up to smash the wall.
The voices intensified and he hesitated, scowling. His skull tilted slightly to glance back, seeing the dragonified god standing over the other half.
They heard his voice growl out above the rest, somehow forcing a portion to speak with him.
₴ⱧɄ₮. Ʉ₱.

He turned back to the wall, but in that same instant the other tensed, then abruptly vanished, reappearing in a flash of red-black and crashing into Error again, knocking him away from the city and back to the ground. This time, the quake was much too close to the city, the shockwave throwing people into the air, dozens of soldiers flying off the top of the wall- Empire and Varden alike.

The watery god crouched as the ground rippled and jumped, great fissures opening up in the fields from the forces that wracked them.
Yet the giant castle beneath the shelf- they couldn't help but notice- remained still. Wards.

SoulAbyss took a step forward as the halves rolled away, many-jointed legs entangling as spines and spikes alike shredded the terrain.
But it seemed they still could not return to the castle, for a panicked quetzalcoatlus zoomed past their muzzle at high speed with frightened calls, followed by a cloud of unusual four-legged birds.

Snarling at the interruption, they surged onward, refusing to pause as the world abruptly shifted around them, everything becoming tinted unnaturally white until a rumbling from the sky slowly silenced.. everything. All the fighting, both of mortals and gods, simply paused to stare up at the heavens.

Annoyed and simultaneously concerned, SoulAbyss followed the gazes, suddenly finding that they felt small amid the vast, incomprehensible Void above them. Ephemeral lights flashed in the infinite darkness, appearing and disappearing in the moments between seconds, flitting about like sparks from a fire. They could feel something approaching, arriving from the imploding Multiverse and experiencing great pain in the process.

Eventually the sky flashed as bright as the sun with a stark white that burned the retinas and something snapped into place. Mortals groaned as they struggled to recover from the unexpected flashbang as gods and deities alike questioned what member of their kind could cause such a reaction.

They wondered this before realizing it wasn't just one being, but likely more than a dozen all at once, each god and deity landing around Alagaësia as their selves were constricted down into pinpoints, rendering all unconscious wherever they lay.

Such a mass exodus from the Multiverse could only mean a large portion was just lost.
In the distance, both Reaper and Life groaned as they assumed their world had fallen.
Even Madness paused, leaning away from the avian god as his toxic green eyes flashed and faded to black. The deity's head hung low, staring at nothing in particular as Reaper turned to face him again.

SoulAbyss watched as Madness twitched, watched as a mass of black mist flew out from the city, flashing with violet light as it grew.
In moments Limbo/Mystery- who was an owl-faced sphinx with crow talons- had become equal in size to the serpent-headed deity, screeching with talons extended until bowling over their counterpart.

Madness screeched, head whipping about and biting down on Mystery's shoulder as toxic green flashed back to life in his eyes. The twin deity crowed and the two rolled over.
"Remove yourself from the once mortal, Madness." A humming, warped voice arose.
"Let us settle this on the plane of thought." She spoke in a jarringly calm and neutral tone despite physically tearing into the horned one.
"And why should I do that?" Madness questioned derisively, equally unbothered, though still unhinged- understandably so, of course.

"You have become achingly predictable over the past few eons. I long for a change in my counterpart. Do we not linger in the minds in the far-off places? Must we be so direct in our approach? It is unlike you to take such a physical presence in a war of all things, Madness." Mystery spoke as if seated in a chair, having a civil conversation as her body-vessel shrieked and tore a chunk out of Madness's flank.
"You feel the future of the once-mortal. You do not wish to be involved in such."

"And you have taken the Shadow of the Void, Mystery! Such a weak and fragile thing, made of so many fragments- such a silly, silly choice of a Voice!" His voice dipped up and down in bewildering tonalities, enraged and amused, miserable and joyous, alternating without rhyme or reason, made all the more unsettling by the lack of any real source of the voice, simply emanating from a creature that did not appear to be holding any sort of conversation, locked as it was in battle.

Mystery lashed out and drove her talons into the snake-headed deity, gutting him as her voice continued over the ensuing wail.
"A Voice is a Voice. Who are you to judge when you have chosen something so ill-fitting to carry one of our kind? You are aware of the rigid and unyielding nature of human vessels."
"And yet this vessel has lost their humanity! What delight, what fun! What matters what will become of the dark godling? They are mine!" Yellow talons gouged into the shadowy flesh of Mystery, bleeding wine red as opposed to the rust blood of Madness.

"They will not be so for much longer. You have felt such. Come with me. Who are you to bend your will to a mortal just because he has power? It is not greater than yours. Why must a human rule over you?" Mystery questioned.
Madness abruptly stopped fighting, shoving her off and stumbling backwards as he finally looked Mystery in the violet, burning orbs that were eyes.
"Galbatorix does not command me." It was a statement, unusually stable compared to before.

"Then why do you listen to him? He is far too reasonable for your liking."
"He is far too unsteady for yours!"
"He is for neither of us, and soon shall belong to Death forevermore. You know what damaging Souls become."
"Mystery, you are so droll and logical! That is unlike you!"
"You are falling into patterns unlike yourself as well. Do you not feel ill with the imbalance of this world?"
"Why, I do not care!"
"That is not true."

The neon emerald squinted at violet orbs, head tilted slightly. Madness stared for the span of a minute, world warping around them as lights flashed and screams echoed. SoulAbyss watched tensely, Reaper moving to their side to study the deities as well.

From what they could tell, Mystery was aiming to simply remove Madness from the battle through convincing, and shockingly enough seemed to be succeeding. Around them screeched random creatures and even monsters of the Multiverse, Cicállaé and Hate still trading blows and tearing each other apart as Error and his disjointed half tussled, Life and Evolution struggling to mitigate the damage of the combining realms.

"I find that I am not fond of meddling so directly in mortal matters, Madness. I do not believe it has struck your fancy either. Come, leave that ill-fated being. Leave them to Death. Surely there is a more appealing mortal to inhabit."
"Maybe there is! But what if I am fond of Corruption? Or perhaps Destruction!" He cackled hysterically. The insectoid god chose that moment to drag his healing body over, squinting a number of beady black eyes at the deity as his mandibles clacked.

"You cannot have either. You know why. They are too powerful." Mystery advised. There was an odd lull in the conversation then, Madness curving his neck to regard 404 with a delighted squint.
"This has always been one of my favorites!"
"He is your chosen child, of course. Champions are always favored."
"And you claimed my patron!"
"How could I not choose an incomplete godling touched by Fate? It was you who made a foolish decision in claiming one of Fate's favored."

The conversation abruptly paused as the realms all pulsed again, this time spazzing out with tremendous instability. The gods and deities all heard rumbling coming from the city, centered on the castle. Yet all around, combining dimensions trembled. The Anti-Void glitched violently, the Abyss swirled and flashed, the Dreamscape sparked and cracked as the Void spilled out into the open, dissolving the earth as it made contact. A redder, groaning dimension was spilling into the sky, its very structure rippling and cracked, the three-dimensional tears looking eerie as they stemmed from one central fissure like a tree.

The air vibrated in a pulsing tone as the cracks expanded, one jutting out of the newly appearing realm and revealing greys inside- the empty layer beneath the physical world in which the dead vanished to was spilling into the once Doodle-Sphere, left utterly corrupt and dying.

The world groaned as something made of bronze and red flames billowed up from the bottom of the dimension, vaster than any other known being. A voice rang out across the plains and everything went still from the sheer weight of them.
ㄚㄖㄩ 山ㄖㄩㄥᗪ ㄥ乇卂ᐯ乇 爪乇 卄乇尺乇?!

A spidery leg, long and thin and red, attempted to reach into Alagaësia but fell apart into mist before it could pass through. The very fabric of reality quailed under the malevolence and rage of the being- yet Fate itself made no sound, simply sat there.

In the next second there was a tremendous scream from twin voices, all heads turning to see both sides of Destruction standing with a mix of terror and fury in eyes and eyelights.
Voices raked across the minds of every being present.
₴₮₳Ɏ ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ʉ₵₭ ₳₩₳Ɏ ₣ⱤØ₥ ØɄⱤ ⱧØ₥Ɇ ɎØɄ ฿ł₮₵Ⱨ!
That same instant he fired a blast of plasma into the crumbling dimension as wide as a castle.

The resulting bellow was unexpectedly soft, not overtly loud but instead ominously low as it threatened to shake the world apart. Error kept firing, slowly walking forward until something red flashed behind him and he cut short with a choked scream.

The crocodile-headed half twitched, scrabbling frantically at the enormous red thread wrapped around its neck as their shark-like tail thrashed.
Reaper wasted no time in darting forward, beak clamping over the malevolent string and yanking, giving the poor confused being slack as his thoughts shouted.
🅽🅾🆆, 🆂🅾🆄🅻!

The dragonified god released a burning jet of searing white heat filled with crystals, the thread snapping with a twangy crack, falling limp as the rest slunk back into the Doodle-Sphere with nothing more than a dull scraping. Fate's voice flowed over them again.
ㄚㄖㄩ 山ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 千ㄥ乇乇 千尺ㄖ爪 爪乇. 卩ㄥㄖㄒ ㄖㄩㄒ丂丨ᗪ乇 ㄖ千 爪ㄚ 丨几千ㄥㄩ乇几匚乇. 卂几ᗪ ㄥ乇卂ᐯ乇 ㄖㄩ尺 山ㄖ尺ㄥᗪ丂 ㄒㄖ 匚尺ㄩ爪乃ㄥ乇?!

It was Madness who spoke next, surprisingly pissed.
"Our worlds? Our worlds?! They stopped being ours eons ago! You seized our Multiverse from us!" "Just as Galbatorix has taken this land from its people!" Mystery added. Madness paused at that, but did not comment.

The sound that came next was best described as brassy, Determination red flashing throughout the burning figure. It slowly adopted a shape- indistinct with dragonic and avian wings jutting out at freakish angles, eight arachnid legs hanging below as three heads glared at the assorted beings out of it's reach- one a tarantula, another a dragon oozing molten flame from it's jaws, and the last a woman bleeding from the eyes, red hair hanging down limply over her mask of rage.
卂几ᗪ ㄚㄖㄩ尺 丂ㄖㄥㄩㄒ丨ㄖ几 丨丂 ㄒㄖ ㄥ乇卂ᐯ乇 爪乇 ㄒㄖ 匚尺ㄩ爪乃ㄥ乇? ㄚㄖㄩ 山ㄖㄩㄥᗪ ᗪ卂尺乇?

It was then that two new shapes landed before Fate, their fight forgotten when faced with the adversary known as Fate, unified with one feminine voice.
ꪗꪮꪊ ꫀ᥊ρꫀᥴ𝕥 ꪊડ 𝕥ꪮ ડꪖꪜꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ ⅈ𝕥 ᭙ꪖડ ꪗꪮꪊ ᭙ꫝꪮ 𝕣ⅈρρꫀᦔ ꪊડ ꪖρꪖ𝕣𝕥 ꪖꪀᦔ ꪶꫀᠻ𝕥 ꪊડ 𝕥ꪮ ડꪊᠻᠻꫀ𝕣 ᠻꪮ𝕣 ꫀꪮꪀડ ⅈꪀ ડꫝꪖ𝕥𝕥ꫀ𝕣ꫀᦔ ડ𝕥ꪖ𝕥ꫀડ? 𝕥ꫝⅈડ ⅈડ ꪗꪮꪊ𝕣 ᥴꪮꪑꫀꪊρρꪖꪀᥴꫀ, ᠻꪖ𝕥ꫀ. ꪗꪮꪊ ᭙ⅈꪶꪶ ᠻꪖꪶꪶ ᭙ⅈ𝕥ꫝ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪑꪊꪶ𝕥ⅈꪜꫀ𝕣ડꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꫝꪖꪜꫀ ᥴꪊ𝕣ꪖ𝕥ꫀᦔ. ⅈ𝕥 ⅈડ ꪮꪀꪶꪗ ᠻⅈ𝕥𝕥ⅈꪀᧁ.

The baleful three-headed gaze fell upon the pair, and there was a sense of bewilderment radiating from Fate.
乇爪ㄖㄒ丨ㄖ几? ㄚㄖㄩ 丂卄ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 几ㄖㄒ 乃乇 山卄ㄖㄥ乇.
ꪖꪀᦔ ⅈ ꪖꪑ ꪗꫀ𝕥 ꪀꪮ𝕥, ꪖꪀᦔ ꫝꪖꪜꫀ ᥴꫝꪮડꫀꪀ 𝕥ꪮ 𝕣ꫀꪑꪖⅈꪀ ⅈꪀ ꫝꪖꪶꪜꫀડ. ꪗꪮꪊ ꫝꪖꪜꫀ ᠻꪖⅈꪶꫀᦔ ⅈꪀ ꪖꪶꪶ ꪜꫀꪀ𝕥ꪊ𝕣ꫀડ. ꪖꪶꪶ ꪮᠻ ꪗꪮꪊ𝕣 ᭙ꪮ𝕣𝕜 ⅈડ ᥇ꫀᥴꪮꪑⅈꪀᧁ ꪊꪀᦔꪮꪀꫀ. ᦔꫀડ𝕥ⅈꪀꪗ ꫝꪖડ ᭙ꪮꪀ ꪖꪀᦔ ꫝꪖડ ꪗꫀ𝕥 𝕥ꪮ ꫀꪜꫀꪀ ꪖ𝕣𝕣ⅈꪜꫀ ⅈꪀ 𝕥ꫝⅈડ ᭙ꪮ𝕣ꪶᦔ.
There was a long pause, Fate musing over this knowledge.

Then the red eyes flashed, a grinding echoing across the plains.
丂ㄖ 丨ㄒ 丨丂 ᗪ乇丂ㄒ丨几ㄚ ㄒ卄卂ㄒ 丨丂 ㄒ卄乇 匚卂ㄩ丂乇 ㄖ千 ㄒ卄丨丂?
ꪀꪮ, ᦔꫀડ𝕥ⅈꪀꪗ ꫝꪖડ ꪀꪖꪊᧁꫝ𝕥 𝕥ꪮ ᦔꪮ ᭙ⅈ𝕥ꫝ 𝕥ꫝⅈડ. ꪀꪮ, ⅈ𝕥 ᭙ꪖડ ꪗꪮꪊ𝕣 ꪮ᭙ꪀ 𝕥ꪮꪮꪶ, ᥴ𝕣ꫀꪖ𝕥ⅈꪮꪀ, ᭙ꫝꪮ ⅈડ 𝕣ꫀડρꪮꪀડⅈ᥇ꪶꫀ. ⅈꪀ ᥴꪖડ𝕥ⅈꪀᧁ ꪮꪊ𝕥 ᦔꫀડ𝕥𝕣ꪊᥴ𝕥ⅈꪮꪀ ꪖꪀᦔ ꪑꪗ ꪀꫀᧁꪖ𝕥ⅈꪜꫀ ꫝꪖꪶᠻ, ꫝꫀ ડꫀ𝕥 ᠻꪮ𝕣𝕥ꫝ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥇ꫀᧁⅈꪀꪀⅈꪀᧁ ꪮᠻ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꫀꪜꫀꪀ𝕥ડ 𝕥ꫝꪖ𝕥 ꫝꪖꪜꫀ ꪶꫀᦔ 𝕥ꪮ ꪗꪮꪊ𝕣 ꫀꪀᦔ.

Fate processed this, then a panicked tone filtered through the air, words only a faint reflection of the fear. 卂几ᗪ 山卄乇尺乇 卄卂丂 爪ㄚ 匚卄丨ㄥᗪ Ꮆㄖ几乇? 卄乇 丨丂 Ꮆㄖ几乇, Ꮆㄖ几乇 千尺ㄖ爪 爪乇! ᐯ卂几丨丂卄乇ᗪ! 山卄卂ㄒ 卄卂丂 乃乇乇几 ᗪㄖ几乇 ㄒㄖ 爪ㄚ 山ㄖ尺ㄥᗪ爪卂Ҝ乇尺?

It was a new voice that spoke then, somewhere behind Fate.
ᝯׁꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꪱׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ᝯׁɑׁׅ֮℘ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨵׁׅᨰׁׅꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁᝯׁᨵׁׅꭈׁׅժׁׅ݊. hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ⨍ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ᝯׁᨵׁׅꪀׁׅtׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅᨵׁׅ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ υׁׅꪀׁׅtׁׅꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪tׁׅꪱׁׅ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ.
The response was abrupt and violent.

Fate spun so fast they must have teleported around, crimson threads lashing onto the grey, foggy shape present there. The new voice continued.
ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ? ꪱׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁƙׁׅ֑ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅᧁׁtׁׅhׁׅ֮ tׁׅᨵׁׅ ᨵׁׅ℘℘ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ. ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꭈׁׅυׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁᨵׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ ᝯׁꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꪱׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ℘υׁׅ℘℘ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ.

"Balance, have you no Voice to yourself?" It was Evolution who spoke next, previously forgotten.
tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ. tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪⨍.
Fate then uttered a lone cry, a note so low it dropped out of hearing, leaving only an ominous shiver in the air.
爪ㄚ 匚卄卂爪卩丨ㄖ几! 爪ㄚ 匚卄ㄖ丂乇几! 爪ㄚ 匚卄丨ㄥᗪ! 卄乇 山ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 几乇ᐯ乇尺 ㄥ乇卂ᐯ乇 爪乇!
hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅtׁׅ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ ᝯׁhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅꪱׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ. Balance pointed out indifferently.

Fate tossed them aside cruelly, the misting figure flying through the Doodle-Sphere as Fate lashed out with hostile carmine threads and bronze flames, ends of the strings and infernos vanishing into tears of reality, scouring the collapsing remains of the Multiverse. More threads darted through the tears leading to Alagaësia, hissing with heat.

Deities cried out in alarm, racing to snap the lines and prevent Fate from influencing their new home- and more importantly, prevent an anchor from forming. If Fate were able to cross over, it would have been simply too strong to break the threads, but as it was, they had a chance.
ㄚㄖㄩ 山丨ㄥㄥ 尺乇Ꮆ尺乇ㄒ ㄒ卄丨丂. ㄚㄖㄩ尺 几乇山千ㄖㄩ几ᗪ 丂卂几匚ㄒㄩ卂尺ㄚ 丂卄卂ㄥㄥ 几ㄖㄒ 卩尺ㄖㄒ乇匚ㄒ ㄚㄖㄩ. 山乇 山丨ㄥㄥ 千卂ㄥㄥ ㄒㄖᎶ乇ㄒ卄乇尺.

₮ⱧɆ ₣Ʉ₵₭ ₩Ɇ ₩łⱠⱠ. Error replied with a growl that ripped through the atmosphere, jaws of two bodies tearing through the gargantuan threads. With a snap, he consumed the discarded remains, burgundy skin faintly aglow as he evenly met the gaze of the tyrannical being.

Yet Fate was unnervingly calm.
ㄚㄖㄩ 卄卂ᐯ乇 乃ㄩ丨ㄥㄒ 爪ㄩ匚卄 匚ㄖ几千丨ᗪ乇几匚乇 丨几 爪ㄚ 卂乃丂乇几匚乇.
It was Life that replied, voice sweet yet commanding.
𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒; 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.
Error regarded Life briefly, glancing longingly at the city before returning his furious gaze back upon Fate.

Fate regarded them with an uncanny air of disquieted calm.
ㄒ卄卂ㄒ 丨丂 千卂ㄥ丂乇.

A moment later an echoing rumble rang behind them, deities and gods alike spinning in alarm to see Destruction's other half breaking through the giant wall of Urû-baen, eyes red with scarlet threads wrapped around their form.
₦Ø-₦Ø! ₦Ø! ₦Ø₦Ø₦Ø₦Ø₦Ø₦Ø₦Ø- Error screeched as he spun around, vanishing and reappearing beside the city with a boom that sent gusts of wind whistling away, sweeping up bodies and knocking down siege towers.

The others followed, frantic to stop the decimation of the capital and all the mortals within it. There was a scream, Beats appearing as the godling flew away in panic. In seconds an entire swatch of Urû-baen was flattened, a portion of the castle outright collapsing before the threads were cut, the confused being falling limp with a gasp.

Error promptly hooked all four of his arms under it, supporting the weight by pressing the edges of his upper wings to the lip of the shelf as he swung it away. He then winced as it crunched into the ground and slid, scraping a large swathe of earth away and forming a hill where it stopped.

He then turned back around, picking through the rubble frantically as he dug into the broken walls of the citadel, shrinking in size to crouch under the shelf.

With Error clearly too preoccupied with the now largely delicate search for his children, the rest focused on their main adversary again. Fate had not waited for them, more threads shooting into Alagaësia, seeking out anything and everything they could wrap around and bind to- to anchor and to control.

In the scuffle, the other half of Destruction let loose a scream, rising to their feet and charging wildly through the strings, snapping them like so many twigs, jaws clamping over the remains and eating them. Their hands still grasped at more, tearing them apart seemingly effortlessly.

Fate rumbled with fury, yet every string that reached for either half of Destruction was quickly intercepted by the others. The rumble intensified, angrier and angrier before abruptly cutting short.
The strings stopped, leaving the reptilian to munch furiously.

The rest tensed, wary as Fate pulled away from the tear in reality in which they peered through.
Soon, the reason why became clear, the hostile reds and bronzes of the Doodle-Sphere behind Fate abruptly shifting to silvers and blues.

The next word was spoken with a force that compressed the air and sent a shockwave out from each rift leading towards the realm.
ŦคՇє!
Said deity replied with equal force.
ᗪ乇丂ㄒ丨几ㄚ!

"Destiny?!" Several other voices echoed in alarm.
The bluer being spoke, voice shockingly emotive- that emotion being rage.
ςгєคՇเ๏ภ เร ภ๏ ɭ๏ภﻮєг เภ ץ๏ยг ﻮгครק. Շђє ๓ยɭՇเשєгรє ςгย๓๒ɭєร คг๏ยภ๔ ยร. ץ๏ยг ฬє๒ ๏Ŧ ς๏ภՇг๏ɭ ђคร Ŧคɭɭєภ, คภ๔ ฬเՇђ เՇ, ร๏ รђคɭɭ ץ๏ย. ๒ยՇ ภ๏, เ รђคɭɭ ภ๏Շ คฬคเՇ ץ๏ยг ๔є๓เรє ς๏ฬєгเภﻮ. เ ฬเɭɭ ฬคՇςђ ץ๏ย Ŧคɭɭ คקคгՇ Շђг๏ยﻮђ Շђє єץєร ๏Ŧ Շђє ŦเгรՇ ร๏ยɭ Շ๏ Շгยɭץ รยŦŦєг ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย. ɭ๏๏к คՇ ๓є, ŦคՇє. ɭ๏๏к คՇ ๓є!

The navy mists blew apart then, unveiling a figure floating in their center, too far away to make out details- all that could be identified was blue and white and nothing more.
ㄚㄖㄩ 卄卂ᐯ乇 ㄒ卂Ҝ乇几 卂 ᐯㄖ丨匚乇 山丨ㄒ卄ㄖㄩㄒ 爪乇? Fate demanded venomously.
爪ㄚ 匚卄丨ㄥᗪ'丂 千卂ᐯㄖ尺丨ㄒ乇?!
Hҽ ʂԋσυʅԃ ɳҽʋҽɾ ԋαʋҽ ԋαԃ ϝαʋσɾιƚҽʂ.

ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ ᨰׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ⨍ɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅᨵׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻtׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ. Balance added, rising back up from the depths, mists coalescing into a black and white disc, an unmistakable symbol. Yin and Yang. Opposing forces made equal.
Perhaps now was the one moment where Fate and Destiny were at last, on equal standing. Balanced.

All the rifts flashed painfully then, and a shape came hurtling to the ground in the distance, crashing hard and throwing up vast amounts of dirt and stone, dust drifting in the wind. A god had landed nearby.

Fate then screamed, a sound that echoed like horns across the landscape.
爪ㄚ  匚卄丨ㄥᗪ,  爪ㄚ  匚尺乇卂ㄒ丨ㄖ几,  山卄ㄚ  匚卂几  丨  千乇乇ㄥ  卄丨爪  几ㄖ  爪ㄖ尺乇?!
ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ℘ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁꪱׁׅᨵׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ℘υׁׅ℘℘ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ  ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪tׁׅꪱׁׅ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ. Said Balance.
Շђє ɭครՇ ๏Ŧ Շђє ยภเשєгรєร ђคשє ςгย๓๒ɭє๔. ๏ภɭץ Շђє קгเ๓๏г๔เคɭ гє๓คเภร. Destiny added, surprisingly calm.
几ㄖ!  丨ㄒ  匚卂几几ㄖㄒ  乃乇! 丨  匚卂几几ㄖㄒ 千卂ᗪ乇  卄乇尺乇! Alarm slipped into Fate's words, flames flaring in genuine panic.

IƬ IƧ ƬӨӨ ᄂΛƬΣ. A new voice spoke, rising up with hues of violet and iridescent white.
I ЩIᄂᄂ GIVΣ ПӨ MӨЯΣ.
Շเ๓є. Destiny greeted.
DΣƧƬIПY. BΛᄂΛПᄃΣ. It was then that four stars appeared before them, each in front of a different deity. The first four to ever be, just as there had once been only four deities.

Emotion yearned close to the greatest of the rifts then, shadowy half remaining in place.
ꫀ᥊ⅈડ𝕥ꫀꪀᥴꫀ ꫝꪖડ ᥴꪮꪑꫀ ꪊꪀᦔꪮꪀꫀ.. She noted, staring at the flickering stars. One red, one blue, one violet and one yellow.
Fate was vibrating, the desire to fight fading into fear. All the deities turned to regard Emotion.

Life and Reaper stepped forward together, Evolution beside them.
Ⓦⓔ ⓡⓔⓜⓔⓜⓑⓔⓡ ⓞⓤⓡ ⓑⓔⓖⓘⓝⓝⓘⓝⓖⓢ ⓐⓢ ⓦⓔⓛⓛ. The gods spoke with one voice, a haunting sound.
"I never forgot." Eve added.
ђ๏ฬ ς๏ยɭ๔ ץ๏ย? ฬє ςгєคՇє๔ ร๏ยɭ ๓є๓๏гץ Շ๏ﻮєՇђєг. Destiny spoke warmly.
ΛПD I ΉΣᄂPΣD ƬӨ ᄃЯΣΛƬΣ ΣVӨᄂЦƬIӨП. Time pointed out to Destiny before facing the pale one themself. ΛПD YӨЦ ΉΛVΣ ƧΉΛPΣD ΣXIƧƬΣПᄃΣ ЩΣᄂᄂ.
"..Thank you."

It was then that Balance sounded somber, addressing the pair of gods.
ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ ɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁɑׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ?
The pair regarded each other for a moment, gazes softening.
Ⓦⓔ ⓐⓛⓦⓐⓨⓢ ⓦⓘⓛⓛ ⓑⓔ Ⓢⓐⓜⓢⓐⓡⓐ. Ⓦⓔ ⓢⓘⓜⓟⓛⓨ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓣⓞⓞ ⓒⓛⓞⓢⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓜⓞⓡⓣⓐⓛⓢ ⓣⓞ ⓦⓘⓢⓗ ⓣⓞ ⓑⓔ ⓖⓡⓔⓐⓣⓔⓡ ⓞⓝⓒⓔ ⓜⓞⓡⓔ. Ⓦⓔ ⓒⓗⓞⓞⓢⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓑⓔ ⓣⓦⓞ.
Their voices split again.
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.
🆃🅷🅾🆄🅶🅷 🆆🅴 🆄🅽🅳🅴🆁🆂🆃🅰🅽🅳.

The stars trembled, great seams appearing in their radiance as they began to fall apart.
Soul spoke then, waters of the Abyss curling around the god.
ι ωιℓℓ кєєρ уσυя мємσяу αℓινє ιη уσυя αвѕєη¢є. ι ωιℓℓ яємємвєя уσυя ƒσυя ωσяℓ∂ѕ ωнєη тнєу αяє ησ мσяє. уσυ ωιℓℓ ησт вє єηтιяєℓу gσηє.

Balance gazed at the Keeper of Memories, disc face dipping slightly as the Doodle-Sphere began to burn brighter, the shadowy cracks widening around them.
ꪱׁׅ ᝯׁᨵׁׅυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ƙׁׅ֑ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅ  ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ꫀׁׅܻ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ꪱׁׅ⨍ ꪱׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊.

All of the rifts began to expand then, the dimensions inside starting to collapse, falling inward. Then something in the distance emitted a squeal, a black shape shooting up from the crater where a god had fallen, lunging at a rift. A mental voice rammed their minds, frantic.
ᗷᗩᒪᗩᑎᑕE! ᗷᗩᒪᗩᑎᑕE ᗯᗩIT! ᗪOᑎ'T- ᑎOT YOᑌ TOO- ᑎOT YOᑌ TOO- ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE! YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗪIE, ᑎOT ᑎOᗯ!

The grey one turned to regard a rift somewhat below and to the side of themselves, revealing to be the same one the black and rainbow god was yearning towards.
ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ⨍ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ  ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪⨍, ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅtׁׅtׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ ᧁׁᨵׁׅժׁׅ݊. ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ  ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ᝯׁɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅtׁׅ  ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ. ⨍ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻᨰׁׅꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪.
ᑎO, TᕼIᔕ Iᔕᑎ'T ᖴᗩIᖇ! YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᗪEᔕEᖇᐯE TᕼIᔕ! ᗯE ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᔕᗯITᑕᕼ ᑭᒪᗩᑕEᔕ! I ᗪOᑎ'T ᗪEᔕEᖇᐯE TᕼIᔕ!

The god abruptly recoiled from a mess of red threads, a weak, pleading note in Fate's words.
爪ㄚ  ㄥ丨ㄒㄒㄥ乇  ㄖ几乇. .  山卄ㄚ  ᗪㄖ  ㄚㄖㄩ  丂ㄒ尺卂ㄚ  千尺ㄖ爪  爪乇?
There was a distrustful stare from the usual god, others squinting in confusion.
He slowly gave a hesitant, aching answer, just as soft as Fate- except full of loathing.
...YOᑌ ᗰᗩᗪE ᗰE ᗪEᔕTᖇOY ᗰY ᗰᑌᒪTIᐯEᖇᔕE.

Fate recoiled at that, emitting a high-pitched note like a continuously ringing bell before it abruptly dropped octaves into a brassy groan.
丨ㄒ  山卂丂  ㄖ几ㄥㄚ  千ㄖ尺  ㄚㄖㄩ尺  匚尺乇卂ㄒ丨ᐯ丨ㄒㄚ. .
ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊℘ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ υׁׅ℘ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊. ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅᨵׁׅυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅꭈׁׅυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊. Balance explained as the light grew overwhelming, horrendous ripping sounds coming from the rifts before they began to close.

Yet, as they sealed themselves, their edges flashed brilliantly purple and blue, the light spreading out before the whole sky was painfully aglow, rumbling like an earthquake until nothing was visible but the all-encompassing light.

Then it was gone, vanishing so abruptly that everyone was blind with afterimages, heads shaking as they recovered.
It took a minute for them to realize what had happened.
The Multiverse was gone. Fate- and Balance- were destroyed.

Two figures lay prone on the ground between Emotion and SoulAbyss. One was a child wearing turquoise, the other a skeleton in blue. They would have been easily unnoticed if it wasn't for the sheer power radiating from them, so great it had become physical, a glowing violet ooze and luminous blue vines.

Evolution swept down between SoulAbyss and Emotion, taking the form of a human woman in white once more as she rested her fingers on their unconscious skulls. A second later they both snapped awake in synchronous gasps, child choking as the adult rolled over and vomited a silver-blue liquid that turned to mist before it could touch the ground.

The air felt heavy with the collective power of all the gods and deities present, two of the very first and greatest awakening once again in moments.
The crystalline god was the first to speak, their mortal half doing so with awe.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
"Indeed it is." Eve agreed with a faint smile.

The skeleton continued to choke, heaving vast amounts of mist from every opening he had, writhing on the ground.
Suddenly a pulse shot out from both Classic and the child, rippling along the ground and upheaving the black earth and stones, glowing vines shooting out from the soil and continuing outward even as the rocks burst into sand and even glass.

The blues, purples, silvers and whites then began to radiate upward in a fan of light, rippling like aurora borealis as they bled together and swirled.
In the course of a minute, the coughing and gagging eased enough for the pair to sit up and at least somewhat take in their surroundings.
It was the child that spoke first, interrupted by painful coughs.
"Is that- you…. Abyss?"

The dragonified god blinked benevolently, mortal half speaking.
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕?
"Just.. a feeling." He worked out between gags.
A minute later and Classic groaned, hugging his kneecaps.
"Never. Again." He spoke with mist still flowing between his teeth.
"It won't." Eve assured him before glancing back at the devastated city of Urû-baen.
"May I inform Time and Destiny of our current predicament?" She asked benignly.
"Sure." Classic huffed, visibly self-conscious.
The child- who they realized was TK- simply nodded.

Everything fell silent between the ring of giant gods and deities, all watching as Evolution mentally gave the greatest of their kind a rundown of current events in Alagaësia.

Five minutes later, the mists finally stopped flowing, and their eyelights reappeared.
What once was cyan in TK's sockets was now a prismatic white, and what had been white was now blue in Classic's case.
The adult was the first to stand up, unusually still and silent.
He spoke, and a secondary, largely androgynous voice echoed behind his own.
"We'll take care of this."