As the Kurogane detonated underneath causing segments to spiral every which way realization struck, even in this diminished of a state she could once more use her full mobility, the wrathful proclamation of his name echoing across the silent stars almost triumphantly. But he wouldn't let this be the end even as corpses flew past his attention was on one thing, a coffin of sorts launched from the Kurogane and now caught by the Duraxyll as space began to warp around him. A final declaration as he was taken away from it all into where the wrathful 'god' was sending him.
"Ngh- No!"
It was the same as then, that day that the fled but this time it held a much more ominous feeling within his chest. This was no journey to safe harbor this time. It was quite the opposite, this was a cage and Duminass intended to hold the sole key out. He needed to be quick, as the new sun beamed against his machine his eyes darted between Duminass and the coffin. The damage was bad, arguably to both but compared to the coffin in his hand the bleeding god before him was still moving and trying to kill him out of ire. The Hyper Oscillation claw pried between the coffin and its lid, they had called it Etna originally. For within it was Typhon, and in this case once more it was the only way for him to escape the clutches of Duminass.
Unlike last time however she wasn't giving up and unlike then too, he was all alone this time. The light of the sun faded, replaced by the shadow of the eternal rival and the dim green light that came from it as Duraxyll's uncanny eyes focused between the coffin and Duminass herself as the hands came around the machine it pried open its prize, launching the lid off into the pocket dimension to plink against the inside of the hand of its jailor. A prison, a cage. From which there was intended to be no escape, intent he didn't plan on ringing true.
The white sphere provided a momentary distraction, a vision of all that had passed this day blended with her memories as well as his... Visions of what had once been home. He grit his teeth he would not let this be the end, to let Duminass drag him down with her. Even if he had to kick and scream he would push on there would be a tomorrow. This reality, this memory of reality... It would not be the end of him!
'Nobody can help you here' She declared, she was wrong. They had already helped him-
His mind rested on visions of ashes and darkness, how many corpses had he trot over, how much ashes fell ahead of him... And in his wake. Yet he never dared lose sight of that precious thing, tomorrow. Every time someone had tried to take it from him he fought back with them by his side- if he ever lost sight how could he face the many ghosts trailing in his footsteps. No- no he couldn't face them until their mission was complete. Until the perfect world existed once more.
Then he would face the past. When the future was safe.
It looked like a cross, Typhon that is, as he peered at it inside its canister. As the hands came down upon him the Duraxyll put a finger onto it. Prometheus' eyes moved to the singularity that approached. A deep breath. A purple sphere built up, exploding outward and swallowing the Duraxyll. He needed but make a declaration.
No time to indicate coordinates, he'd die before being able to name anywhere not that he knew the coordinate system for it. The engineers knew that system. No, this was simply to be anywhere but here. Any place that was not in the grasp of Duminass was better then perishing with it as its arms crushed the Duraxyll's arms. Even if he would be thrown to his death elsewhere denying her this moment was enough.
He closed his eyes, gazing upwards. And then- Vanished.
"Ngh- No!"
It was the same as then, that day that the fled but this time it held a much more ominous feeling within his chest. This was no journey to safe harbor this time. It was quite the opposite, this was a cage and Duminass intended to hold the sole key out. He needed to be quick, as the new sun beamed against his machine his eyes darted between Duminass and the coffin. The damage was bad, arguably to both but compared to the coffin in his hand the bleeding god before him was still moving and trying to kill him out of ire. The Hyper Oscillation claw pried between the coffin and its lid, they had called it Etna originally. For within it was Typhon, and in this case once more it was the only way for him to escape the clutches of Duminass.
Unlike last time however she wasn't giving up and unlike then too, he was all alone this time. The light of the sun faded, replaced by the shadow of the eternal rival and the dim green light that came from it as Duraxyll's uncanny eyes focused between the coffin and Duminass herself as the hands came around the machine it pried open its prize, launching the lid off into the pocket dimension to plink against the inside of the hand of its jailor. A prison, a cage. From which there was intended to be no escape, intent he didn't plan on ringing true.
The white sphere provided a momentary distraction, a vision of all that had passed this day blended with her memories as well as his... Visions of what had once been home. He grit his teeth he would not let this be the end, to let Duminass drag him down with her. Even if he had to kick and scream he would push on there would be a tomorrow. This reality, this memory of reality... It would not be the end of him!
'Nobody can help you here' She declared, she was wrong. They had already helped him-
His mind rested on visions of ashes and darkness, how many corpses had he trot over, how much ashes fell ahead of him... And in his wake. Yet he never dared lose sight of that precious thing, tomorrow. Every time someone had tried to take it from him he fought back with them by his side- if he ever lost sight how could he face the many ghosts trailing in his footsteps. No- no he couldn't face them until their mission was complete. Until the perfect world existed once more.
Then he would face the past. When the future was safe.
It looked like a cross, Typhon that is, as he peered at it inside its canister. As the hands came down upon him the Duraxyll put a finger onto it. Prometheus' eyes moved to the singularity that approached. A deep breath. A purple sphere built up, exploding outward and swallowing the Duraxyll. He needed but make a declaration.
"CODE APOLLON!"
No time to indicate coordinates, he'd die before being able to name anywhere not that he knew the coordinate system for it. The engineers knew that system. No, this was simply to be anywhere but here. Any place that was not in the grasp of Duminass was better then perishing with it as its arms crushed the Duraxyll's arms. Even if he would be thrown to his death elsewhere denying her this moment was enough.
He closed his eyes, gazing upwards. And then- Vanished.