Gate of Memoirs/Grave to Memory

Through the Devourer all things must go-
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Music: "Dead God's Law"	Music: "Dead God's Law"
 	
*Ascha: Huh.
*Ascha: I see h͘o̸w͡ ̡it is.
*Ascha: You're just going to make this d͢iff͞icu͡lt, aren't you?
 	
*A burst of lightless fire erupts beneath your feet, searing everything it touches.
*Ancient rock splits, cracks, then collapses into dust; molten rivers harden dissipate into brittle grey.
*You realize with mounting dread that this is the true extent of Ascha's flame—
*Not merely hellish conflagration, but a devouring, destructive force designed to annihilate.
 	
*Ascha: I͞ ͠do͞ eńj͡oy...̀ in̕te̛rȩst̵ing̸ ̀prey.̀.̛.̸
 	
*You stumble backwards at that maddening visage.
*This is no mere god nor demon.
 	
*This is an eldritch *thing*—some nightmare beyond the deepest bowels of the stars whose only instinct was to devour.
 	
*And some part of you, for the first time in your primal memory, fears a fate cast into oblivion.
*Ascha lunges again, but driven by adrenaline, you are prepared.
*You feint to the right, and the Devourer slams into another phantom barrier from Kranus.
 	
*Kranus: On your guard. This one is unpredictable.
*Kranus: What manner of abomination did you spawn?
 	
*S'eljah: Hmph. I will not be spoken to in this manner by mere Voidling...
*S'eljah: How convenient that you should be here, even.
 	
*S'eljah: I should have gotten rid of the Hound far earlier.
*S'eljah: To think that wretched abyss-spawn would go so far... 
*S'eljah: Of all the things that never change.
 	
*S'eljah: Now, heel!
 	
*The Queen throws out a hand, and Ascha jerks back from the binding energy—
 	
*And snarls as she breaks free, turning on the Queen.
*Ascha: Watch your tońgue,͟ f̶ool.
*Ascha: I will cŕu̢s̛h you like a͢l͘l th̢e r͞e͟st...
 	
*S'eljah: Insolent wretch...
*S'eljah: You exist for only one purpose: to erase whatsoever I see fit!
*S'eljah: And you will *obey*.
 	
*A burst of flame catches only the shadow of the Queen's swirling cape, and the cavern wall begins to disintegrate.
*It is only a matter of time before this world meets its fiery demise.
 	
*Ascha giggles unsettlingly as she draws back her other arm, the column of flame with its mask in mock laughter.
*Ascha: Did you think any of you could eşc͘a̸p͠ę?... Laughable!
*Ascha: I care not for your us̷el̸e̢ss words.
 	
*Ascha: Empty. Me̷ańiǹgles̀s!...
 	
*Ascha: I̕ am ͠not ͢yo̸u̧r ͘li̷ttle͝ ͏p̵l͞a͏yth̡ing..̶.
*Ascha: Wh͢at I am...
*Ascha: Is *HUN̴ĢR͟Y͜*!
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*The last thing you see is the total collapse of the cavern.
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*When your vision refocuses, you realise the entire sheet of land has been transformed into a hellscape.
 	
*In the midst of the destruction, you hear the grating laughter of the Devourer.
*The very earth groans in agony as she draws from its lifeforce.
*A cacophony of disembodied voices assault your mind as you fall to your knees.
 	
*All sound peters out, replaced only by the thunder of your heart in your ears.
*You think you feel time freeze for a second, and the sudden clarity allows you to parry Ascha's wicked claw.
Music: "Future Resolve"	Music: "Future Resolve"
 	
*Ascha: ?!
 	
*Ascha: ...!!!
 	
*You swivel, putting your entire back into the swing of your weapon.
*Accompanying your mastery over your skills was the unmistakable space-shifting magics of...the Queen.
 	
*You think you catch a wry smile from her, but you avoid her gaze.
*S'eljah: I never was one to suffer disobedience.
 	
*S'eljah: You're too useful to perish. For now.
*S'eljah: Do. Not. Die.
 	
*You doubt her intentions, but there is no denying you'll need all the help you can get.
 	
*Kranus, too, seems taken aback—the first you've seen of it expressing any emotion other than stoic observation.
 	
*But in the next moment, its golden claws cut through the air, and the orbiting spheres begin to glow with a radiant light.
*A tenuous alliance it is, then.
 	
*Ascha: Well then. That wassss u͡nex́pecte̸d͝...
*Ascha: He͟y,̀ ̷h̀e͡y͝, I wonder why?!
 	
*Ascha: Mm—Not that it matters! Kk̸kh͠ahàḩa͝!
*Ascha: I'll just h̡a̢v̴e͞ ͡to devour you all.
 	
*Ascha: Plenty of sp̀a̶ce̷...f͡or̕ ev̸e͡r̛yon̛e...!