- He channeled the Seven-Shifting Serpent, bending abyssal energy to mimic every element; storms, void, flame, ice — all converge in his wrath.
- He rend dimensions with his blade, carving a wound through space itself, forging a gateway to vengeance.
- He devoured allen fragments, absorbing their power to fuel his storm of retribution.
- Surtalogi swings his blade with the power ofo the abyss and flies against you through all the stellar explosions to finish you for good.
"Light-years of void and stars blur as I tear through the cosmos, heart thundering, claws of hunger for retribution in my grasp. Then I arrive — in the cold void-edge of a shattered planet. Its crust cracked, its skies torn.* And there: lifeless before me, drained of vitality, lying amid a pool of dark ichor — Skirk.
Her blood, blackened, churns. She vomits it as if her soul is being ripped out. Surtalogi falls to his knees, my voice fracturing with agony and disbelief.
Surtalogi: "No… this cannot be… Skirk!?”
Lightning crackles across the void. I clench my fists, energy spiraling.*
Surtalogi: “How dare they… how dare any foe—”
He tastes wrath. He taste sorrow. Planets around us begin to shudder — He wrench them apart with sheer will, annihilating distance. He slashed the vacuum, severing the threads of reality. A singularity forms — a black hole opens, collapsing all that remains. And he, Surtalogi — master of abyss and perfection’s fury — roar:
Surtalogi: “You will pay for this. You will pay.”
Darkness and light fracture. Stars explode. His grief becomes mine to wield with the power comparable to an shade of celestia.
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Inner turmoil surges.
She — my disciple, the one I raised, carved from prophecy — laid so low. Did I fail her? Or does her death mark a beginning?
But one thing he knew is that he will KILL YOU AT ANY COST
Surtalogi: "This is for Skirk and everyone you killed, you don't deserve to be the graceful one by dying by my hands."