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Count Kord     The door stands before them.

    Written in some manner of Braille-alike, the words are clear to all intruders: PROVE THOU OF DIVINE BLOOD OR LEAVE THIS PLACE. The doors are large enough to let a giant through, and the chamber before it seems to be some manner of stony cavern, an unnatural formation made by some cataclysmic force. Ancient steel struts hold the chamber open, rust coloring the beams like old blood. There hasn't been activity in this chamber in some time, so it's an ideal direction to take the Sentinels by surprise from. The structure before them brightly glows with geometric shapes, tracing out strange glyphs that resemble various Pokemon, with the doors themselves displaying Xerneas and Yveltal, vaguely enough. The light from the structure, which seems like a ruin buried deep beneath the earth, even beneath an entire city, illuminates the whole cavern.

    The door is, however, just a very large stone door without any obvious way to open it. It's up to the party to figure out how to get it open.
Theurgus     Theurgus stands before the door, hands on her hips as she looks up at it. "Grimoire, do you sense anything?" she asks the littly fairy floating beside her on an open book.

    The fairy nods. "A large signature is beyond the door, but the door itself appears rather mundane. We could likely force it open easily." replies the soft voice of the Oracle, "But doing so loudly may attract undue attention."
Staren     "I have power greater than gods." Staren mutters, upon reading the door.

    He looks to Kord. "So is this like, a historical artifact you /don't/ want us to blow up, or...?"

    Kord says no.

    Staren starts getting explosives out of his bag, then pauses when Raziel mentions he can go through it. And Staren's not /100%/ sure he won't harm the city at all -- he's NOT a demolitions expert. Sure, let Raziel go through first.
Jonathan Joestar Cultists. Something of this nature was right up Jonathan's alley, all things considered -- before the League had been absorbed into the Concord, he'd joined that organization exclusively for the advantages it gave him in his occultic research. The Concord has likewise, given him many of those same benefits. It only stands to reason that accordingly, he'd come to this place and render his assistance the moment he heard of it.

After all, when dark magic and darker schemes mixed, the result was often a disaster that would rend apart dozens of lives, if not more. A true catastrophe.

Clad in deep blue leather and polished iron, Jonathan places his hands against the stone doors. "The creatures depicted here, I wonder what they could be...?"

Perhaps there'd be time to examine the mural in closer detail at a later date, he mused, allowing Raziel to use his abilities to enter on his own before trying to force the entrance open.
Raziel     Raziel walks with the group until they come upon the door itself. As the room opens up, Raziel's eyes take in everything. The blue corpse like man takes a moment to examine everything. Eyes seeing into the spectral realm to make sure there were no spirits there as part of this strange mystery.

    'Count Kord bid us to aid him in a issue with his land, but upon entering the way provided, a stone door stood in their way. If this door was anything like the doors from my world, there is likely a puzzel or key needed to get through. Examining the doors themselves reveal odd animals of all type, including prominately a raindeer like animal and a strange bird like animal. Perhaps the answer to the method to open the door was something to do with them..'

    However, it is then revealed there is no barrier, or anything from blocking his progress. The door could be opened with effort. Speaking on the radio, he offers to go first, and see just what lays beyond.

    Slowly, Raziel holds his hands up, abandoning his physical form and shifting into the spectral realm. Walking towards the door, with a bit of effort he shifts through it. Immediately looking for whatever is on the other side. A way to open the door, seeing what forces could be here to attack them...

    'Volunteering to go first, I abadoned my physical body and pushed through the door. The spectral realm may be a twisted form of the physical world, but the reflection should provide me some information to aid the rest of my fellows. As well as give us an unexpected vector into the goal of this expedition.'
Count Kord     When Raziel steps past the door, he enters a strange and mystical chamber. A great gemstone pillar is the centerpiece of the room, containing a great sleeping golem and coursing with electricity: https://tinyurl.com/yapmc97c (The one on the left.)

    The chamber is enormous, with a flat and decorated floor, with a great dome ceiling that is high enough to allow even flight. Along one side of the room are a set of platforms, which seem degraded, with only one apparently remaining functional. The room is absolutely teeming with guards, all adorned in steel armor and wielding steel weaponry and shields. There's no markings on their armor, and even their helmets lack visors. Like automatons and not people.

    In the spectral realm, Raziel can 'see' the Wrath radiating off of the being trapped in the pillar.

    There's a panel on the other side of the door in the shape of a hand. It will open the door if Raziel touches it... And alert the dozens of guards that stand around ignorant of the spectral being's presence.
Athela Valemore     The door was mere stone, but Athela stares at it with intense scrutiny at what was estoicly written upon it. How literal did they mean by 'divine blood'? Was it enough that she was the Champion of an almost forgotten Legendary and bloodline descendent of the Tide Callers that served him in the old days? She was here simply because she was not bound to other lands like so many other Heroes, not because she was their better or more capable for this task. To many still regarded as a youth in comparison, yet now the one to set foot upon this ancient piece of forgotten history. Was she -suppose- to be though...

    One hand gripped tightly around the hilt of Resolute Blade, finding solace in its presence. In the end, it would not matter what definition was intent. She would not allow whatever presence lying beyond to bring terror upon her world or those beyond it. She was the Herald of the Tides, the one that did not let such notions stop her from what needs to be done.

Red hair fluttered briefly as she shook her head to draw back out of her thoughts. There was no way else to go but forward, to great destiny or great disaster. Though it would seem someone has managed to see on the other side. "We must not let what lies beyond delay us from acting."
Nova Terra     Nova is definitely not here.

    Nova did not take upon a job to silence the cultists known to inhabit this underground. Nova does not intend to do just that in order to acquire resources she needs to keep her forces going. Nova has not used her impressive cloak and stealth abilities to quietly follow the group of elites to the large stone door entrance. Nova is not currently waiting quietly for them to enter so she can slip in with them.

    Please ignore that brief shimmer in the air behind you all which you probably don't see.
Morgan Berselius Cultists are always a problem. Especially when you have cultists worshipping horrible monsters that want to end the world. Morgan is all too familiar with that kind of thing. But more importantly, he's familiar with the 'Kord' entity that seems to be running the show around here. And not necessarily in the best of ways.

And yet, he still rises from the shadows at the mouth of the door, arms crossed firmly across his chest. The darkness clings to him like a cloak, swirling down his shoulders and near his ankles. "Ugh. Cultists. Why'd it have to be cultists? Let's get the door open and purge them before their master can destroy the world or something like that."

Well.

/He's/ certainly forward.

At least the Raven Knight's sudden appearance might distract from that shimmering heat-haze over in the corner there.
Raziel     'Upon entering the room I was seeing a sealed chamber. Walking into it, the first thing that came into sight and drew attention was a giant pillar. I could feel another entity inside, radiating wrath. I also noticed a large golem, sparking with electrical energy. Beyond that, guards everywhere...hm. However, I spiked a way to open the door without having to force it open, enough to allow the rest of my allies entry without being loud, perhaps enough to allow us to cease the initive...'

    Raziel, forces himself back into the material realm, crouching as he sneaks around. He gets more information, knowing that not to mess with the pillar entity, as well as what this chamber was for. Reaching out, Raziel aims to grab one of the guards with telekinesis. This guard, farther away from the door, would then be flung into another nearby guard, hopefully enough to cause confusion.

    Raziel turns to place his hand on the panel, aiming to open the door up and allow his allies entry. From there, they can make they way into killing the cultists, and getting out of this wrath bound specters prison.
Theurgus     Theurgus waits for the door to open, her staff materializing in her left hand. She also summons a small crystal, pulsing with yellow light from within to her right hand. "Time for a field test." she says, holding it out in front of her where it hovers above her hand. "Access!"

    As the plan is formulated and the door opened, Theurgus transforms, pressing the crystal into her chest and erupting with power. She transforms, emerging as Diamond Soul on the other side, her Processors winking in around her feet, hips hands, shoulders and head, their gemstones sucking in light instead of emitting it, seeming like tiny black-holes within the clockwork structures. "Ye lords. Mask of Bits and Code. Truth and Temperence, fluttering wings. Ye who bear the name of Program. Shock and static, strike upon these worthless pawns and unleash the full wrath of thine fury!" She charges her spell, the gem at the head of her staff shifting to a burning golden yellow.

    When the door opens, she unleashes the spell. "VOLT REAPER!" Lightning erupts from her staff, scintillating across all the metal objects in the room, attracted to them like lightning rods!
Staren     Staren considers the reports. A dangerous pokemon, sealed. But if it could be freed by force, wouldn't a cult worshiping it have already done so? He's got the perfect weapon for use in caves, but it's in grenade form -- allies might get caught in the blast if it goes off close to the entrance.

    Raziel has Telekinesis...

    As the door opens, Staren reaches into his bag and pulls out a couple of canisters, just the right size for one-handed throwing. Futuristic grenades. "Raziel! Throw them to the back of the cave!" He tosses them through the air towards but not at Raziel.

    Once they're suitably far away, Staren remote-detonates them and ducks back behind the doorway. It's a two-stage process, though it happens very fast -- first they 'explode' without fire, into clouds of fuel about 20 meters across. Then they detonate, in explosions designed to burn through the cave's oxygen and fill the internal area with a nasty shockwave!
Athela Valemore     Athela's grip tightened fully on the hilt and drew Resolute Blade from her side, her tone shifting with the same seriousness as grimace creasing her expression. "This infestation shall end tonight." As it was drawn the divine weapon glowed almost audibly, speckles of elemental energy already swirling around it. For destiny or destruction, Keldeo agreed with her decision to push ahead and cut this cultist cancer out of being. She could feel the prescence of her Pokemon in their pokejewels, they too knew there was only one course on fate's river now. There being some manifestation of one of the Titans in there leaves no other choice. No option to stop and consider options. Only to move forward and strike.

    As the great stone door heaved open Athela stepped forward, her stride reassured, the potential doubt gone from her mind. She raised Resolute Blade and focused her powers, then cut forward in a sweeping arc that sent a wave-like surge of water hurtling into the cultist lines like a crashing breaker. "Your lurking is at an end; tonight the Tides come to wash your filth away!"
Morgan Berselius Morgan's eyes tighten as the door swings open. Before even waiting for a response, his body seems to unravel into a roiling wave of smoking shadow and glimmering moonlight. The cloud of night surges into the waiting cultists-- and where the cave was already something dark and dreary, where the cloud passes all light seems to be swallowed up. It's replaced only with twisting spectres of firelight and flickering shadows.

And from the dark, Morgan emerges and wraps a dark chain around the neck of one cultist and tightens his grip, darting back into the murk. He will need this one for questioning. For all the others...

There are spikes of pure night-stuff erupting out of damn near every surface, each looking to impale them where they stand.
Nova Terra     The door is opened, but Nova holds her ground. Of course she had also been listening in on the group's conversation, so was aware of what Staren had in mind. It's not until after Staren's large blast goes off and passes that Nova moves in.

    Maintaining a stealthy pace, Nova begins to move around the room's edge. The large resting monster does give Nova pause for a moment... It clearly looks like it's going to require a lot of firepower to take that thing down. But for now, Nova is keeping clear of the battle that's ramping up. Her rifle is clutched in her hands, but she's making no movements to use it just yet. Instead she's watching the results of the others' attacks closely while also moving to find an advantageous spot for herself.
Jonathan Joestar Truthfully, Jonathan was wary of this Raziel --- he was undead, after all. A vampire. Of course, not all vampires were evil, as hard of a pillow as that has been for him to swallow, but the very idea of working with one still unsettles him. Most likely, it always would, he supposed.

Reaching into a pouch tied to his side, Jonathan withdrew a handful of flower petals as the door begins opening the way to their foes. "Kooooh......"

His chest expands as he sucks in a deep and steady breath. A peculiar breathing technique that was unique to Hamon practitioners. Golden ripples began to form waves around his body, crackles of golden lightning sparking and racing across his arm and fingers, causing the fresh petals in his hand to begin glowing keenly.

By charging these petals with his ripple, just like he'd seen Dire do two years ago, they became incredibly sharp and hard, gaining an aerodynamic capability that they otherwise would not have, if they were thrown correctly.

Rolling his wrist as he did so, Jonathn cocks his arm around his shoulder and shoots it outwards, firing the hamon-projectiles with a bellow.

        "LIFE MAGNETISM OVERDRIVE!"

Spiraling through the air in circular motions, they aimed to strike at the cultists directly. Even if the petals might not penetrate their armor, they would conduct his ripple through the Metal and directly into whatever, or whoever, was undeneath.
Count Kord     They hit the soldiers like a truck. Many of them go down decisively, but there are a lot to take care of in here, and even Staren's fuel air bomb wasn't enough to kill all of them. Apparently, they don't seem all that concerned with the atmosphere down here, and their armor glows a bright red but they are still moving. The many soldiers turn on the group, at least those that haven't been blown apart or smashed -- they appear to be hollow on the inside, armor placed over statue-like 'replicas' of real people made of metal. They aren't alive, or dead... they don't appear to have anything vital to strike.

    They all turn in unison.

    And stab their weapons into the ground. Swords, spears, lances, even maces. And then they lift their fists and HAMMER the weapons into the ground at the same time, and a great, horrific metallic ringing echoes throughout the room, projecting a wall of explosive force at the entire party. It's a metallic scream that fills the space with few ways to avoid it.
Theurgus     "Charta behind me!" says Theurgus, turning slightly to present a narrow profile. She erects a barrier, shining blue hexagons interlocking to soften the blow. She moves just in time to only take an edge of that blast wave, the barrier cracking, then shattering to leave blood-like scars of Damaged Code across her body. She skids to a stop, then peeks around the door again, frowning at the sight of the cultists. "They look like golems themselves... almost hollow... somehow."
Raziel     Raziel is flung back, smashing into a wall from the force of soldier's blows. Dropping to the ground in a heap after a moment, he groans. He might be a zombie ghost, but apparently he still feels pain, as blue blood drops from his body. Still...he rises, pain might be a thing, but he does not suffer from the ill effects of things like broken bones or shattered organs.

    He dives at one of the statues, moving into a roll. His arm erupts in baleful light, as the energy that was wraping around his arm turns into a sword.

    The reaver dives into the golem, and then into the next. Raziel hs a chance to show off his swordsmanship, moving in and out of combat like a master. The fact that he has no physical limitations of stamina makes him only a more dangerous foe.
Athela Valemore     There is the faintest pause from the young knight as the remaining enemies turn as if one great terrible machine. Athela had expected something akin to Hollowed or their empty Toy Pokemon, but this.... This seemed to be something beyond even those. Empty shells of not-life, a look into the nightmare of absolute non-being nothingness the Titans sought to bring upon the lands.

    The sight before her only brought greater resolve to end this.

    The Soldiers of Nothing drove their weapons to the ground. With her quick reflexes Athela acted on expecting the worse to reach for one of the Pokejewels on her belt. A swell of water surged before her briefly as the arcane device released, followed by the bellowing roar of "Samuuuu!" as her longest and most stalward companion appeared before her, organic metal armor gleaming. Lancer dropped forward with a heavy crunch and dug the metal claws on the ends of his sealion limbs into the cavern surface to brace himself just as the metal scream rung out. It reverbrated through his own metal armor but the Bayern Samurott toughed it out to protect his Trainer from the worst of the assault.

    Followed by the clack clack of boots upon metal as Athela ran up his back after the assault, leaping off his shoulders with a expulsion of watery jet in her wake to propel her upward and forward. The leap brings her down amongst the empty armors, Athela lauching herself into a spiraling motion as she does so, turning the remaining momentium into a spinning vortex that sends blade and elemental slices alike arching around in her a precision slicing vortex.
Jonathan Joestar         "It's not effective...?!"

Ah, so that's why ... they weren't people at all! They were mere automatons. In a way, similar to zombies. The ground and walls trembled as they launched their counter attack, a horrid vibration that took all of Jonathan's willpower to stand through. "This vibration ... if it keeps up, I'll give up the ghost!"

Breathing in, Jonathan timed every step of his run with the rhythm of his lungs and diaphram. "If I can't take you from range, I'll just defeat you from the front!"

The golden ripples rolling off his body suddenly expanded in volume, as he drew the sword from his back -- the sword of Luck & Pluck. Ripple flooded the blade, causing it to glow a bright golden-red, spewing crackles of blue lightning off of its edges.

He bit into the soldiers with the hand-and-a-half longsword, relying primarily on chops and swings rather than thrusting attacks.
Nova Terra     This chamber is sadly lacking in cover. What kind of architect doesn't scatter some waist-high walls around for those who prefer to take cover against wide area attacks? Unfortunate.

    Nova is struck by the wall of force, sent flying into the side of the chamber, her form visible for just a short moment as her concentration is rattled. Dropping to the floor, Nova grunts, before picking herself up once more and disappearing from view.

    Starting to move once again, Nova finally decides to join the fight as she reaches out with her mind. Thankfully the others have done a decent job in taking down some of the person-less armour. Which means that many of their weapons are now scattered on the ground. Nova touches them with her thoughts. Swords, spears, lances, even maces rise up from where they were dropped by their destroyed owners. They then begin to streak through the air, sweeping towards a number of the hollow suits.
Staren     After the shockwave has passed, Staren peers around the doorway... only to be confronted with the sight of broken golems. /Shit/. So much for suffocating them and liquifying their insides! He's going to need to change tactics...

    He's caught off-guard by the sound wave. His forcefield's not up to block it -- his armor conducts it into his body. Thank goodness it's not as extreme of a shockwave as what he just threw at them... He reels back, and the medical nanites inside him set to work mitigating the damage. Even if his body is weakened, though, he can just move the armor directly inside it. In the meantime, he fires back a couple of beam shots, just to try and maybe take one more golem down at least, before ducking behind the doorway again.
Morgan Berselius "You're going to tell me everything you know," Morgan seethes as he drags the cultist into the dark. He... Does not necessarily seem perturbed by the fact that these things seem to be less human and more shambling husks of steel. The Paladin of Night instead reaches out and turns the surrounding shadows to his bidding. But...

Then a terrible shockwave of high-pitched noise slams into him, carving great gashes deep into his back and shoulders. Inky, black fluid drips from the wounds, even as they begin to knit themselves shut. The paladin hisses a curse that only ends up lost in the echoing noise. "Right, getting ahead of myself," he mutters, "First thing's first."

Chains of liquid shadow-stuff clatters over the captured armor-cultist, binding it in place as the paladin turns back to the remainder, "Still got things trying to kill me. Aaaaalright then--"

Beat.

"Oh," he says as the entire swarm of armors are summarily executed by one means or another. "Well, that works out nicely doesn't it?"
Count Kord     Jonathan finds that these golem soldiers are very, very durable. In fact, his sword just bounces off one of them. But that was the last soldier, and it gets a hole blown through it by Nova, who thankfully seemed more than ready to deal with a simple mook. That leaves their boss... the Steel Titan, Registeel.

    It's awake. Deep within its gemstone container, its eyes glow to life. A soft groaning sound shakes the whole chamber. Then the pillar of gem crackles, and sings in agony as the beast it is meant to contain pushes against its prison with its renewed strength. The great monster shoves its arms outward with violent force, and everyone gets to understand just why Athela is so freaked out about this thing when a storm of gemstone shards falls on everyone like rain, burying into the stone as great swords of glittering pain.
Jonathan Joestar Jonathan is shocked that even his powered sword of Luck & Pluck was just bouncing off of them. Before he could attempt thrusting attacks or decide to forego his sword entirely, however, the automaton is defeated with the power of modern weaponry. "Ah ... my thanks --"

But there's no time for idle chatter. The 'Registeel' is awake, now, and releases a furious noise. Crystal spokes rain down on them all directly; it doesn't take a genius to realize that without the proper defensive measures, he'd be skewered. With nothing but courage and his own swordsmanship to defend him, Jonathan manages to parry away most of the projectiles, with cuts and gashes opening up on his neck, his sides, and his legs from near-hits he'd barely avoided.

Charging forward, Jonathan grasps one of the great shards stabbed into the ground and draws it out with his upper body strength, trading out his sword for the hard gemstone weaponry. In his hands, it was wielded more like a spear, as he took a great leap.

Breathing in deeply, the ripples of his body seemed to carry him up far higher than one could assume a man of his stature could jump, before his descent began with a downward thrusting attack in an attempt to bury the shard back into the Pokemon's own mineral hide.

"This crystal...it'll conduct my Hamon too! I'll send it directly into the body! KOOOOOOOOOOH!!"
        "OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"
Nova Terra     Nova smirks with some satisfaction as a spear she had launched with her mind stabs into the final suit of armour, causing it to clatter down to the ground. The celebration is cut short though as the create in the center wakes. Nova's smirk fades as the priority target makes its way onto the battlefield.

    The Ghost is off and running again, continuing towards the ideal firing location she had decided on. As the gems begin to rain down on everyone, Nova dives to the ground, rolling into position with her rifle stretched out in front of her. She looks down the scope of the weapon, sighting in on the monstrous creature. Even as the crystals continue to fall, a few digging into her, Nova maintains her focus. Finally, she moves her finger to the trigger and pulls it.

    Nova appears for all to see as her rifle fires, barking out the large bullet. It streaks towards the great monster, heading for what one might assume is a vulnerable point: The collection of glowing eyes.
Raziel     Shards fly everywhere, Raziel to his credit was fast enough to avoid the more dangerous ones, only being touched by a few as they rain down. None of the shards could find a direct hit, but instead cut gashes along his body. As more shards fly, the reaver is used to great effectiveness as he deflects the second wave. while he does not show his face, you can tell from what you can see of his facial expression that he is infact frowning. Then the reaver flares in hunger, apparently sensing the powerful spirit that was now free.

    'The reaver flared to life when the strange animal came into existance. Strange that the reaver would become aware of the creature...perhaps it's time trapped had given it some etherial trait that the reaver hunger for...all I know is that if I did not satisfy the hunger, it could turn it's ravenous appitite on me...'

    Running foward, Raziel bided his time, allowing others to make themselves more dangerous, as he would manuever himself around, flanking the creature and quickly releasing a quick series of strikes at the thing's legs, aiming to try and hinder it's mobility. The reaver, still hungry, would start draining the blood and life force with each strike.
Staren     Staren's mostly behind the door -- the shards that do hit him leave deep scratches in his armor. At least it's tougher than the rock of the cave!

    Well, he was *planning* to try and melt the golems, and Registeel looks like a big golem, right? He's going to go ahead with the plan, and hit it with everything he's got!

    Staren steps into the doorway and braces himself as the launchers on his shoulders flip into position. They've been reconfigured to contain 18 even smaller missiles instead of 6 minimissiles, and now all of them fire, as well as six more from ports on his armor's forearms!

    They streak into the cave, exploding against or near Registeel. Most of them release intense heat, creating a cluster of fireballs that makes hot air wash back through the entrance -- unfortunately, the new missiles don't produce the intensely focused plasmaballs of the old ones, so Staren has to try and make up for it with quantity. And firing early before it risks catching anyone close to Registeel! Budget cuts, man.

    A half-dozen of the missiles are shaped charges, producing tiny spears of high-velocity heavy plasma that try to punch into Registeel with high-energy physics!

    Staren really hopes that worked.
Athela Valemore     If she had not already seen Morgan's effectiveness in combat Athela would probably be a bit weirded out by his methods. Then again, she's not really paying attention to him. The last of the steel soldiers fall, but that only makes the terrible ringing of cracking gemstone all the more prominent within the chamber. The Titan of Steel, The Ferrous Fiend, was awake. And it was... if these things even feel emotion, angry would definately cover the way it blantantly smashes its hands into shattering its containment.

    "Stand tall, allies! It will take all combined might to purge this horrid thing from the land it desires only destruction for!" As one of the crystal spires hurtles towards them both her and Lancer slice upward with divine weapon and steel helmet-blade, cleaving the impending doom apart. As the larger chunks fall away smaller bits of shrapnel cascade around the duo, causing Athela to briefly wince as a hunk cuts past her lighter armor before she grabs it and pulls it out. "Spill mine blood if you wish, fiend." The bloodied stone is cast aside. "It flows freely to protect life from your unholy wrath!"

Then Resolute Blade was raised aloft to point towards the Titan as she stradled her pokemon's back. A swell of water spewed behind the Samurott as he used Aqua Jet to launch himself towards Registeel across the liquid swell, so Athela can strike at the monster with her divine blade up close. "The undertow shall drag ye back to the hells, fiend!"
Theurgus     Well, that was simp-- aww crap.

    Theurgus barriers up again, using her body to defend her Oracle who isn't nearly as tanky. She manages to hold off the incoming gemstone bullets, but suffers more gouges of damaged code, fragments spraying off like blood as some shards pierce of shield and punch through her body. "I am Theurgus. The Mad Magician. Dare you face me!?" she calls in challenge, lifting back into the air as her shield fades away. She floats out into the room. "I shall put you down with the fruits of my Magical and Scientific theories, behold the wonders of the universe and despair!"

    "Seeping crest of turbidity, arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny, grow numb and flicker, disrupting sleep. Crawling queen of Source, eternally self-destructing doll of Junk. Unify, become Null and know your own powerlessness.an
Theurgus she gathers her magic into a single point, pulsing black as the heart of a Singularity. Then she throws it forwards toward Registeel. "Blasphemous Theoretic!" she intones, the point expanding out into a giant bubble of localized gravity, trying to suck Registeel, and only Registeel into the infinite well.
Morgan Berselius And then a nascent godhead awakens from its crystalline prison and showers the room in a veritable hailstorm of razor-sharp gemstone shards. Shrapnel shreds deep into Morgan's face and torso. It's only by some fortunate miracle that he has the forethought to shut his mouth and eyes the moment he sees the first cracks spread across the golem's crystal.

Morgan slowly releases a breath as his eyes flit open... In time to see Jonathan manifest a familiar, solar energy. A smile tugs up at the corners of his mouth. "Hamon, huh? Been a little bit since I've seen that. Now..."

"Registeel. That's your name?" He flicks an arm, a long chain rattles out, dragging a heavy lantern across the floor. Ghostly flame flickers and billows within the hooded lamp as he draws it up, pale grey-blue light flickering out into the world, pouring and then flooding bright and brilliant and glorious--

And then Morgan shutters the hood.

And all things fall into deepest, blackest night.

"Let's see how much of a god you are," Morgan's voice intones. Spectres and constructs of liquid night erupt from the shadows and rush forward to plunge great blades of crystalline dark into the steel colossus. "Come on. If you want to break this world, you'll have to go through us first. Do your worst!"
Count Kord     For a creature towering several stories in height, Registeel is surprisingly nimble. It's steel hands rise to meet their blows one after another, guarding with a machine-like efficiency. Its armor crackles, warps, melts and shatters under their attacks, and its empty, red dots for eyes show no reaction to their attacks. The massive golem simply fights as if that is all it has known for centuries, and all that matters to it. Even the shadows of Morgan, the cries of Athela, the hot blood of Jonathan do not distract it from its mission. That isn't to say it is impervious to harm... but it is supernaturally durable, and the mininions at its feet melt into a quicksilver substance as it steps to replenish some of its body, prolonging the battle that little bit more.

    Then it sees its opening. It first makes a vicious strike on Athela stepping forward and swinging for a punch that could split mountains, pushing air around its impossibly heavy form. Whether it hits its target or the floor, there will be a loud *GONNNNNNG* noise from the impact. It seems to have taken exception to her, specifically...

    Then a crackle emits over its body, and a pulse of electricity fires /solid/ beams of electrical magic in all directions, threatening to electrocute anyone not savvy enough to avoid getting hit.
Nova Terra     Nova frowns as the juggernaut moves its hand to block her shot from hitting its intended target. But the Ghost doesn't dwell on it for too long, jumping to her feet once more even as the monster is starting to strike back. Nova quickly dashes away from her position, the beam of electricity passing through that spot a moment later. Nova winces as she catches the edge of it, faltering in her step for a moment, before recovering.

    Nova runs quickly, making her way towards the wall of the large chamber. As she does so, she's aiming her rifle to the side and holding down the trigger. The large weapon spits out numerous rounds in the direction of Registeel as Nova unloads a clip against the monster.
Theurgus     Theurgus sees her attack not do /quite/ what she was expecting. Luckily Charta has stayed well away from the fight, letting Diamond Soul focus on her own safety. She falters in the air, her Digital Divinity flickering a moment before solidifying again... that's when she gets hit by the Charge Beam, sending her flying back into the wall, crumbling it under her body and causing more splinter-lines of red code to blossom on her body.

    She warns that she may need to disengage, but pulls herself back to her feet. Processors spark and twitch with damage, but she tries to maintain the pressure, if only to cover Morgan and Jonathan's little plan.

    Her staff cycles through colours, and with each shift, she launches an elemental bolt. Flame, Ice, Electricity, Light, Darkness, Wind, just a constant bombardment of all the elements she has available to her.
Raziel     Electricty surges out in all directions. Lightning is hard to avoid, but somehow Raziel manages to do something to the majority of it. Using the reaver to protect himself, the lightning surges into the blade...while some of it overflows and shocks the undead body, the majority of the blow is consumed by the sword.

    'This creature was more powerful than even I could imagine. The lightning coursed through my body, much like a mage's spell. I wondered, if they could cast magic, naturally, did they have a elemental affinity? Usually ceatures that do must also have something they are suceptable to. Though my options limited, I did have the means to test my theory...'

    The reaver changes colors as Raziel jumps back. The Reaver itself shifting from the ghostly light blue, to a light red color. He charges in, he knows where he can strike, and if his theory was right, he would know how to follow up his next strike.

    The blue corpsed leaped onto the creature, aiming to drive the blade into it's back, and slide down, aiming to roll immediately upon landing. His allies were becoing tired and hurt...he needed a way to draw their attention.
Staren     How much can this thing take ?! They are making progress, but it's slower than Staren would like... until Theurgus does some kind of crazy magic beam! Nice! Maybe he should be using some sort of magic weapon too? But then, some of the others here are magic-users and it didn't seem to help them... hmm.

    Staren puts his forcefield up in time for the lightning to blast it -- the outermost layer heats up to white and shatters, one of the discs on Staren's chest armor sparking and smoking. He drops the field again, fires a couple of beams, then ducks behind the doorway again.

    "So this thing is what, just incarnate... anti-humanity that wants to kill everyone? Why does such a thing even /exist/?! Does it have any weaknesses you know of?" He shouts to Athela.
Morgan Berselius Electricity blasts out across the battlefield. Morgan growls as it leaps up across his body. He smokes and smolders, and yet the scent isn't that of cooking flesh and more like... Smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. "Ugh. I really shouldn't have expected something that big to go down easy. But--"

Well.

No, maybe there /is/ a way.

A plan is hatched. Morgan darts through the swelling dark toward one man in particular. "Warrior of the Sun...!" Morgan yells, sweeping an arm toward the Hamon wielder. Suddenly, tendrils of shadow would begin winding up from behind him... Before flooding out, aiming to launch Jonathan through the air on a torrent of elemental night. "When you're close enough, give it everything you've got! Burn that Hamon as bright as you can, and let the light shine in! Ahahahahaha!" The tide of darkness would wash past him, surging out in a wide, boiling spiral to try and burn at the giant's very essence...!
Athela Valemore     Really should not be surprised that there is no reaction. The Titans were not beings of emotion, they were the the total opposite. Unfeeling unholy machines, Regigigas' servant engines of destruction. They were formidable, daunting, indominable... but not undefeatable. They had been in the past, but at great cost.

    After passing with their charging attack Lancer leans aside and slides to a stop, repositioning them to face the monsterous metal foe once more. There was no response... Or was there? Did Registeel register that she was an Knight for the Swords, or just following whatever elderitch methodology that directed it? Either way, it takes a moment from it's widespread assaults to heave it's surprisingly mobile mass around and swing one of it's huge limbs in their direction!

**KA-CLANG**

Metal upon metal rings vibrantly across the chamber as the Hammer Arm impacts not upon the young knight, but the divine weapon she wields standing upon her battle beast's backside. The rush of wind following the blow billows her cloak out behind her, but Athela bears it and stands tall as the holy durability of her weapon holds against the Titan's strength, refusing to break just as her resolve refuses to back down.

    Then Registeel diverts its attention to unleash wrath upon the rest of the combatants. Athela lowered the weapon, keeping it in one hand as she raised and clenched the other. Elemental energy bubbled and boiled around her fist, churning with the power of her anscestors, the Tide Callers of old.

    "They are daunting, but not undefeatable!" She shouts back at Staren. "It may not be as effective upon the Titans, but Steel is weak to Fire, Ground and Fighting... Or simply overpowering it's defenses!"

Then Athela thrust forth her arm and released the building swell, torrental tempest resonating with power hurtling towards Registeel in her approximation of Water Pulse.
Jonathan Joestar It is with a grim realization that Jonathan notes the damage they were doing wasn't going to cut it. It was recovering just as quickly as they were hurting it ... perhaps they could keep at this pace until it ran out of resources to restore its body with, but it might be too late to stop it from causing damage to the city at that point. No, the only way this would work out favorably for them would be to deliver enough might to complete shatter it in one go.

Jonathan cries out in pain as having mounted the Registeel, its lightning volley attacked him at point blank range. Yet his persistent nature and determined willpower won through, as he neither faltered nor cowered from the attack, even though his shoulder pauldrons were red hot, even though his skin was sporting burned black splotches.

Having been struck to the ground, the Hamon warrior picks himself back up. "Hn ... the air has become thin ... it must have been that bomb!"

His weakness was in his ability to breath. Without the unique respiration of Hamon, he couldn't muster his strength. In other words, it was very likely that the next intake would be his last before he became incapable of producing ripple.

Darkness launches him towards his foe. Centering himself as best he could and breathing in deeply, he steeled his determination. "I'll stake it all on this ... I won't let the chance that man from the dark gave me go to waste! Kooooooooooooooooh!"

Directly over the Registeel's top, Jonathan rears his arm back like a crank. Using every ounce of Hamon he could muster, he twisted his body to punch his fist against the hard mineral exterior. "SENDO HAMON!"

Hamon held transmittive and transformative properties. By using Sendo, he could pass his ripple through something and into something else. In this case, he'd pass it through its tough layer and directly to whatever was inside, its core. Like this, he could saturate its whole body with his Hamon.

    "SUNLIGHT YELLOW -- OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!"

His whole self shone as brightly as the sun. And that glow entered and spread into the body of the Registeel, turning it into a bomb of positive ripple.
Count Kord     What.

    Athela PARRIED it? Registeel's eyes blink like a computer display, and then it turns full-body to face her. Recognizing the threat that is her continued existence, and the true divine blessing of her sword, it knows only one thing left to do. Its whole body glows, and it steps forward in the middle of her attack, seemingly ignoring the damage of everyone else. Its eyes seem to fixate on her, even as metal is blown away by the attacks of the rest of the party. Fire gouges it, energy burns it, its body glows a hot red. The great titan furiously ROOOOOOARS, its limbs grinding together, steel plates sparking and crackling.

    It tries to slam a double axe-handle strike down on Athela with even more force than the last attack, but now with a single-minded focus.

    It really wants to kill her, specifically. An ancient grudge has shaken loose in its soul.

    Whether Athela can parry it like last time, or gets hit dead-on, the rest of the room will feel it when the entire stone structure shakes, and gem shards are blown outward in another storm of cutting violence, and even shards of white-hot metal torn from its body by their continual attacks that keep heating up its frame rapidly.
Nova Terra     Nova quickly reaches the wall she's dashing towards, jumping up towards it. Planting her feet against it she uses her momentum to run up it to gain a little more height, before jumping off it once more. A burst of telekinesis sends Nova flying up and over the edge of the remaining platform on the wall. She hits it in a roll before coming up on one knee and swinging her rifle to aim towards the giant's collection of eyes once more. Nova is hoping that the raised firing position will provide the advantage she needs to get her shot through.

    Nova watches through her scope as the others continue to fight against the creature. The giant doesn't appear very fast, but Nova is trying for a small target. So she waits patiently for the opportunity to arise. She sees it once more focus its wrath on Athela, unleashing the massive attack that sends shrapnel fly. Nova doesn't flinch though, a few gem shards embedding in her suit, as she continues to wait for the right time.

    It comes.

    Another muffled gunshot echoes through the chamber, likely unheard amidst the battle. The large round fired by Nova's Canister Rifle once more streaks towards the monster's 'face'. This time. This time it will work!
Morgan Berselius There. The time for convergence has come. Morgan clenches his hand into a fist as Jonathan's fists beat into the steel giant. All at once, the tendrils churning around it surge inward, pouring into that shining point of light. Even as the shockwaves batter into him. Even as crystal shards tear into his body, Morgan refuses to tear his eyes away from it. From that terrible collision of energies so utterly opposite to one another.

The pulse of night collapses inward to devour the brilliant light. The heartbeat of the shining sun boils through the surging dark. There, at the confluence of light and shadow, of day and night, something new is born. A cataclysm is born at the edge of twilight and unfolds in a catastrophic blossoming of empyrean fire...!

"That's it...!" Morgan grins as the two powers become one. "This is the cycle of day and night, the unravelling churning of time! Ahahahaha!" Sure, what he's doing, standing in front of a literal explosion of conceptual antipodes, is probably not the most advisable thing in the world-- he's liable to get caught in it himself, but...

To see it again, to feel it again-- the turning of the world-- after so long...!

"You're incredible, Warrior of the Sun! Hahaha! That made all of this worth it!" Morgan grins, even as the cosmic waves finally send him staggering back. He's worn to the point of exhaustion, but...

At the very least, he can do what he can to pull that amazing brawler out of the fire.

And so Morgan pushes into the firestorm and goes to try and tug Jonathan out of the fire should he end up overextending himself as well...!
Theurgus     Theurgus is staggered again, her barrier barely managing to sustain. She's forced to a knee, her Processors starting to degrade and her body beginning to 'flicker' as if suffering from a poor signal on a transmission.

    She finally understands the threat this monster poses, with the amount of punishment it's able to shrug off... and so, she makes a decision. She summons flame to her Staff, the marble turning a deep red, since she's noticed a marked difference between other elements and Fire against this thing.

    Diamond Soul rallies her magic, and at Registeel's feet, a spell circle erupts. It's a burning red like her staff, and from within belches forth a plume of flame that sticks to the monster and continues to burn. "Ignis Sustanum!"
Staren     Huh. The eyes blink like a computer display. Could they be some kind of status indicators? But why? And what do they indicate?

    Staren doesn't really have time to think about it, though. Gem shards and burning metal strip away half of what's left of his forcefield and leave it cracked and thin. He CAN'T take this much longer... But he doesn't have a lot of options. Weak to fire, huh? The catman lifts something that looks like an overly large-bore assault rifle out of his bag, aiming around the doorway and firing a missile -- it flies around Registeel to try and detonate against its back, using the legendary pokemon to shield Athela from the resulting flames!
Raziel     Raziel hit the ground, rolling away from the creature. This was just in time for it to fling more shards everywhere, putting him immediately on the defensive again. Turning, Raziel did the only thing he could do at this point...his blade flashes swinging brilliantly as he attempts to parry and block every single attack aimed at him. His swordplay is that of an expert, each parry and block is measured and careful, already thinking of the shard that was coming next, and not the shard he was currently blocking. Finally, at the end of the attack, he rolls foward, and dives in for the monster again.

    The Reaver was now very excited, glowing brilliantly with red fire as he brings it in again. Raziel leaps up again, aiming to claw his way up it's back, before trying to strike his way down towards it's head. Before he raises the reaver aloft...and thrusts it down.

    "Oblivion take you!" he shouts, releasing the built up spiritual energy in the reaver to release a wave of fire through his wraith blade...
Athela Valemore     Registeel may only have those dots adorning its 'face', but when it turns back to her Athela can still see the intent in it's 'eyes'. "Not so Forgotten now, are we?" she snarls in determination.

    Then the Titan gives her its full attention, raising it's massive arms up into the air, intending to bury past grudges in metal and a million memories.

    As the massive fiend swings Athela yelps not at that, but as Lancer bucks her off his back. Only to grab her with one forepaw and twist to fling her to the side. Just before the massive metal fists slam down on top of the brave pokemon. The shockwave of the impact still catchs the woman mid-air and sends her tumbling violently into the ground with enough force to bruise and break. "URK!"

By the time she's rolled over and gotten partially up her Pokemon has been left lying unconcious in the crater of the Giga Impact, metal armor busted in several places from the sacrifical move. Athela gets up on one knee and fumbles a moment from the pain before finally getting a hand on the appropriate pokejewel and recalling her faithful partner to it. "Your sacrifice shall not be in vain," she murmurs, then returns it to her belt and gets up fully. Exhales shortly, then scowls deeply as she lifts and regrips Resolute Blade in both hands. Hurts like hell but now is not the time to be stalled by pain. Duty and Destiny still call towards her. She might fall, but it would allow her allies to finish the monster off.

    So be it. "Keldeo guide my blade..." she murmurs under her breath, and then breaks into a run despite her injuries to resume the fight. To where she actually leaps onto one of the massive shards of rock knocked free by Registeel's attacks, using that as a vaulting point to launch herself with a watery leap and propel towards Registeel with all the force she can still muster.

    Resolute Blade is hefted over her head as she arcs in the air, blade shimmering with divine brightness. The fighting spirit of justice, rising bravely against all odds, resonated through the weapon. Athela started to drop from the mightly leap

    "JUSTICE SMITE THEE -- SACRED SWORD!"

    and swung down forcefully in her cometing decent towards the Titan of Steel!
Jonathan Joestar The vibrations forced upon his body was like a crushing weight that he could feel, even at the top of the creature of shining gems and deep metal. Light and darkness intertwine, mixing and bursting in a primal form of power. It was like seeing both the sunrirse and the sunset at the same time. It was ... beautiful. But it wasn't enough.

This thing still wasn't buckling. Jonathan knew he wouldn't be able to launch another attack and yet --- even so ....

There was still one last thing he could do. The last of his strength he could summon. He'd already staked everything here, he said it himself. " .... this is it ..... it isn't my greatest Hamon! But it's all I have left! Baron Zeppeli, Dire ... Father! This might be my last Overdrive!"

Jonathan released a loud and spirited roar, his lungs burning and his head going dizzy. Another wave of Hamon surges into the exploding antipodes, giving it one last second wind.

And then, he falls straight from the top of the Registeel right back down to the ground, for Morgan to find and drag with him.
Count Kord     Registeel is showing the damage done to it. Missiles and gunshots blow holes in its vacuous shell, revealing that the interior is filled with a strange, unholy light, seemingly surging from a central core. The great being is looking worse for wear, but still a horrifying mass of jagged steel intent on destroying them. Indeed, even the gouge from Athela, the holes blown through by Jonathan, and the spots of slag on it don't seem to take it down. It's internal lifeforce struggles, holding it together by invisible strings, shards of metal barely maintaining a coherent shape toward the end of this. It can't repair itself fast enough to endure the onslaught put against it. It struggles even to stand at this point.

    Knowing its defeat is near, it decides to take a final stab at the group.

    It begins to glow. A loud sound like screeching metal sounds out, as its rotund torso rips open like a great maw of jagged teeth, revealing a strange rectangular shape in its center. A visible halo of rainbow light shrieks into view over its head, like a terrible angel screaming its wrath at them for their defiance. It is a twisted divinity, from the looks of things, a shard of horrible power that wants nothing more than to murder all of them.

    And so, it explodes.

    The sound is loud enough to hear from the city above. The energy blasts outward in white-hot light against those too near to avoid that part, and the rest get a nice taste of lightning that arcs in all directions as all of its accrued charge it released all at once in a suicide blast.
Athela Valemore     As Resolute Blade tears into the monster's burning metal hide Athela gets a look up close at what lies within. The seething unholiness that propels these monsters in their destruction, scorn and resentment from the Great Titan that created them at its source, gave them non-life to ruin the world it could not have for itself. A roiling ball of elderitch rage.

    And then it exploded. A massive unholy bomb and Athela was right on top of it.

    There was little she could do. Even with her blessed reflexes Athela barely had the split-seconds to wrench Resolute Blade from it's deteriorating hide, having no intent of losing the divine weapon.

    It takes all the protection of the divine forces that watch over her to prevent her from being turned into a splattered across the cavern. Even then it's entirely across the great chamber that Athela impacts with the ungiving stone wall, almost stuck there for a moment before gravity catchs up and she collapses to the ground with a groan.

    Intense pain rolled through her body, likely one or more things broken by either the explosion or the violent stop against the wall and floor. Still, she manages to lift her head enough to open one eye and stare across the cave. Registeel was gone, having consumed itself in it's own rage and exploded rather than letting them strike it down. Whatever works.

    "I hate that move," Athela manages to groan, before collapsing entirely.
Raziel     Raziel keeps shoving fire elemental energy into the monster...things were going good.

    However, the light started to balefully leak from it, before...

    'Oh.'

    The explosion rips through the area, throwing Raziel from it's back. Tumbling end over end as the force of it sorched his body, he manages to just barely recover mid air and land with a skidmark clawing through the stonework as he just barely managed to keep on his feet. Dropping to a knee at the force of the explosion. Releasing a breath, the Reaver was not very happy at that.

    His eyes looked around, aiming to pierce the veil between living and dead.
Nova Terra     Nova has no idea what the giant is doing until the very last moment. She quickly drops down from her kneeling position, pressing her body against the floor of the platform as the whole chamber explodes!

    Nova coughs amidst the dust and debris, raising her head to look down towards the place where the Registeel used to be. It's hard to see through the smoke, but since that was a self-destruct, it's unlikely to still be moving.

    Nova stands up once more, examining the parts of her suit that were scorched by that last blast. Thankfully she is still intact! Nova raises her rifle over her shoulder as she returns her focus on the center of the chamber. She waits for the fallout to clear, but holds her ground just incase the monster DID survive.
Jonathan Joestar When the dust settles and the light has faded, Jonathan is left prone in the crater. His shoulder pauldrons and shirt were destroyed completely, leaving him only in his tattered pants and boots, clutching his sheathed sword. The self-destruction move was unavoidable for him, as he'd been left completely drained from pouring all of his power into the combination of light and darkness.

He looked worse for wear, but as a testament to his sturdiness, he was very clearly not dead just yet. Although, his injuries were grievously severe and it was evident he couldn't move. He didn't even seem to be conscious.

But perhaps that was for the better, considering the pain he'd be in, otherwise.
Staren     Staren is behind the doorway when a burst of light and lightning blasts out of the door! ...Good thing he was behind cover. That looks like it would've been very bad to get hit by.

    He steps into the doorway again, missile launcher ready! ...But he doesn't see Registeel. He looks this way and that, "Where'd it go?!" Once someone makes clear that it self-destructed, he pulls out the nanobandages and sets to work stabilizing the wounded.
Morgan Berselius Aaaaand the giant golem god decides to go out with a bang rather than let them have the honor of actually finishing it off.

What a goddamn spoil-sport.

Unfortunately, Morgan is a little too slow to pull Jonathan out of the fire in time to prevent him from being caught up in the catastrophic eksu-plo-shon. Indeed, he might only be able to spare the half-unconscious Hamoneer the indignity of actually dying to a suicide attack. Hell, he was almost too slow to prevent /himself/ from getting caught up in the catstrophic eksu-plo-shon, but Morgan Berselius is made of sturdier stuff. Even with an arm torn off (again), his body is already beginning to reconstitute itself.

Morgan looks over the remains of the so-called god with an unamused glare, before letting it fade into something a little less... tense. "Alright, hold on you near-corpses," Morgan says, bidding the shadows to carry the fallen-- Athela, and Jonathan-- closer. He sits down atop a chunk of shattered Registeel with an exhausted sigh and lifts his lantern over the bodies.

It /almost/ looks like a funeral rite...

Except for the fact that he seems to be casting a spell. A healing miracle of gentle moonlight silver and calming nightsky blue. It's... Not really /super/ effective? Morgan's divine healing is mostly focused on the soul. This is just a simple spell to try and reinforce the natural regeneration process.

And, you know, maybe put some of that blood back into the veins and arteries where it belongs.
Morgan Berselius There's a beat.

He gestures vaguely off-screen and just straight up /yanks/ that one cultist he'd bound up earlier back out of the corner that it had been chucked into. "Alright," he says, frowning at the Metal Cultist. "What exactly was your plan here, metal man?"
Athela Valemore     The injury done is bad enough that even the healing magic takes a few minutes to settle in. She's not going to do much fighting for a while even with that, but Athela does let out a groan to show that she is still at least alive. "Bloody hell I HATE when foes do that." Followed by leaning her head aside a little to spit some blood out. Feh. Split lip from landing on rock is minor compared to everything else that hurts right now.
Count Kord     The veil reveals something to Raziel...

    An ingot of metal sits embedded in the impossibly durable stone that makes up this chamber. It's a pretty ordinary-looking object, with no defining symbols, aside from some braille-like divots along the top that say: STEEL It does not emit the wrath of before... it simply shines faintly in the spectral realms, as if its magic power bleeds through all things. It is a piece of mythical steel, from the looks of things, and is shaped precisely like the core of Registeel's being.

    Registeel is dead, and all that remains is its metallic heart, having somehow survived even the epicenter of its own blast.

    Anyone that looks at it can feel it. This isn't just a physical object. It is condensed elemental power. Glancing at it brings to mind whatever the imagination sees as Industry and Metal.