Imorii vs Any and All Opposition

Raging air currents tore over the broken tundra. Sheets of ice lifted off the ground and stirred with broken grass as they entered the vortex surrounding a manifestation of energy and power.

Plates in the earth could be heard shifting as the cracking ice gave way to a deep crevasse. In the midst of this swirling sea of power, two white eyes could be seen piercing the debris of the miniature storm.

Several plants began to spring from the now broken earth, though they were grey and frosted. Mist stemmed forth from them as if they froze the already frigged air.

Levitating in the mists of this fifteen foot sphere of wind that might tear a house down was a lone female. Her face was glass with no emotion, she saw only in terms of her self defined terms of perfection. Together these icy plants would grow until they fused into one being. As their stems twisted and wove together they would form a four foot wide crystal trunk upon which a massive white flower would open.

Roots filled the glacial cracks in the earth as leaves shot forth. Each petal was approximately four feet wide and at least seven to fourteen feet long. The crystal material would shatter slightly at the pivoting joints and bases of the petals when they began to fold out and bloom.

The plant itself would be most like a tundra shrub, squat and broad the leaves reaching out in a forty foot wide radius white the top of the flow was not even thirty feet tall. In a manner of perfection Imorii lowered herself into the flower, and the petals began to close around her icy white skin. Once she had sealed herself within this icy plant it would begin to glow, giving off the same eerie white light as her eyes.

The roots would grow deep.

Upon the last petal closing the icy maelstrom would seize, and a gentle snow would decorate the work of art as the glowing light would fade deeper into the crystal plant.

A new transformation to the world was soon to blossom.

The area was rather devoid of any life, though this was not Imorii's doing. The only victims in her wake had been the few dying tuffs of grass.

The area was serene, silent, and the twinkling snow the fell upon the flower gave no indication that the hatchling god, made any attempt to arise from this flower.

The faded light that penetrated the dark snow drift was almost in a way, a spectacle of pure beauty.

The flower itself was a few miles form the nearest sea and if Cirque took his time he might notice as tranquil nature passed in the form of ripped storm clouds that the northern lights would on short occasions grace the the evening skies with greens pinks and blues.

The looming white light would shimmer across the many soft partials of snow, bringing a warm and comforting feeling to the surreal crystal masterpiece.

Solace; it was the only answer that was given.

Giving a huge yawn, the male with the white coloured hair held a hand to his mouth as he had his red coat slung over his shoulder. He carried Rebellion in his right hand as he walked over in the area. His boots kicking up dust as he walked. The male just finished a round of demon slaying and wanted to return home. He was very tired. However, something in him made him want to come here. Maybe to check things out? Tossing his coat on his shoulders now, as if it was a cloak, he arrived where he needed to be.

"Yo!" He called out in a tone. "Am I late or anythin'?" He gave a simple hand wave as he gave a slight smirk. "Seems like it's a party, but no one brought any food or drinks. Not even any music to enjoy this moment!"

He thrusted his sword down on the earth, while his red coat fluttered in the winds, making it look like a cloak. He gave a stare at everyone, his blue eyes focusing on everyone.

"Where is this place?Better yet, what is it?"

He stared at his surroundings, being in awe. At least it was more interesting than where he was or have been. The Crystals. So pretty. So lustrous. Something his mother would adore. That is if she was still around to see them.

"Yo.. Guys! What is gonna be happening?' He asked in a curious tone.

Imorii sat in her lone chair. She was relaxed. She was not the immature, young and naive child she was four days ago. She was much older now, nearing her eighteenth day. She had come to understand many things as to her failure before, how her mother had beaten her. At first she had thought this was an imperfection to her design but now she understood, perfection was not an absolute, but the ability to grow and adapt beyond limits, that is where her previous flaws had only added to guide her into designing herself in what would now be a more complete form of perfection.

The Aurora Borealis was bending down stretching past its skyward limits to kiss the massive flower which now shifted in color reflecting the very lights that dipped into it. Several sonic concessionary booms rang out. Cosmic winds tormenting above were constantly breaking the sound barrier in regions high above the flower.

The beautiful pre-apocalyptic scene stood before them, boding an ill tranquility like they were in the eye of the hurricane upon the cusp of the storm.

Eight thousand miles south, six spiders peered through the Colosseum walls gazing upon the immensity of Xodous' core. It could be seen despite that lay behind the stone. On approach an arrow shot out with a leaf shaped head. The culprit was as a tall female elf standing two miles from the coliseum with white hair pointed ears and a green tunic. Had Imorii known this was Negina, Shale's aunt.

Even from the two mile range the arrow was not aimed above the spider; for the power, speed and penetration of the device was strong enough to split the crystal and continue on six feet into the soil. Some form of binding magic could be felt weakening Imorii's grasp over her arachnid emissary. Sensing that the other five spiders would soon be found out Imorii did not choose to halter her assault on the core; but rather sent crystal mycélium from one of arachnid's back legs into the soil.

These crystals were so small that they shot through the soil unseen. Whilst the other spiders engaged in combat being crushed and mutilated one by one by the power family and friends. At any moment Imorii could re-animate them but choose not too, for Imorii was now gathering more and more crystal below the debris of her scattered father, and sending more and more parasitic roots into the coliseum itself.

As this progressed she viewed the battle between the young man that brought down her father and was currently fighting her mother.
It was imperative she understand why a mortal had defeated a god, though the mortal somehow did not kill her mother. Imorii found this very odd. Perhaps her father had chosen this moment for her own rise of power? According to the information she gathered from her first 'mother' Natasha, the one who'd taught her to speak among other things, she understood well the importance of children to their parents.

Eventually the opportunity struck and the area was clear the defenses off. From underground Xodous, icy walls of a fortress barricaded the core within the deserted arena. No sooner than this happened a crushed spider re-animated and stuck its fangs to harvest the core.

A large orange skinned man seiged the makeshift crystal walls, immediately pounding and pounding them shattering them with a large sword. With fierce strength and courage the man cut through the solid rock even as Imorii sent it inwards to embed upon his flesh.

Imorii gazed down upon the fallen petal who's inside was a window to this event. Rising her palm she summoned a vast collection of energy and which she began pouring like liquid lighting in a surge of power into the window, thus begging to rip reality apart, creating a doorway through which the spider leapt. Without fear the man leapt for the portal after the creature sending his sword forth to crush its small body, but Imorii closed the portal dividing two points of existence and cutting the forearm in half.

Of no concern to her, her grandfather Zathire's bloody hand still gripped the sword as it tumbled once and skidded to a stop the fingers unrolling lifelessly from the handle as snow began to sweep over what remained of his attempt to stop the inevitable.

The spider latched onto Imorii's chest, and she pulled off her shirt sticking her hand between her breasts and ripping open the cavity to her non-existent heart where a swirling black vortex sparked with purple lightning.

Upon touching the core that vortex lit up in a fiery orange blaze, which super heated to purple, then a blinding pure white. Imorri cast the old core to the air where it continued to float. Looking down at her ribs and a self healing manner, she closed up her chest. She smiled some, she could see the contenders lining up to stop her now as if she'd telegraphed their every move.

Imorii gave a sickening cough, and began to vomit a black tar onto the ground. It was time to give 'Natasha' back. She chewed up some red substance in her mouth and brought together the very same molecules of Natasha's face. In a red paste, she spat the face out, letting it fall onto the tar which began to burn wither into a messy pile of blood eventually turning into a skinless baby. Imorii brought the child to her breast and it began to nurse. Slowly but surely the mess of flesh formed, grew larger and solidified, with bits of flaming crystal working their way into the bone structure of the forming child until there stood a fully sized nude adult version of Natasha. Bringing her crystal clothes about herself once more Imorii also summoned a dark void which laid a black cloth upon her improved version upon this reality's Natasha; one which no doubt to the emotional distress and envy of the real one, still maintained a face.

Imorii's Natasha and the returning spider minions would be the ones to greet them as a large fourteen foot diameter sphere began to hover above Imorii; one that would become visible to the Armamentalist first but eventually thicken in energy to the point where normal beings without gifted eyes could gaze upon it too. As of now, it was a clear gyrating swirl, discharging the occasional band of lighting within itself.

All was going according to plan; perfectly.

Gods, Goddesses, and Djinns of all shapes and sizes, could easily shape the land; nay, the world into their liking. Even if they have to eradicate those whom stand and oppose of their ideals and trivial gains. However; there was one man, who transcended himself from his entire race to achieve his main goal in life, but failed all thanks to a certain prophecy who risked his life to save the kingdom to where that man was about to rule. Oh sure he may have been defeated, but his legacy lives on. This man was named Ganondorf; the chosen wielder of the Triforce of Power, a legendary feat that made even gods to quiver below him. Before the time of being defeated, Zathire was somewhat smitten by the Gerudo's raw potential of controlling an entire band of thieves and manage to bring Hyrule to his knees countless of times. If it wasn't that, then it was most likely Ganon's unimaginable strength that is unrivaled by many. Because of this, Zathire's loyalty to him cause the warrior to become adopted by the Gerudo King; not because he felt sorry for him, but the fact that the warrior had enough potential to lead his entire nation of monstrous minions by his own. One of these days, he's going to give that leadership to someone, and Zathire was that perfect choice.

When Ganondorf's defeat came to past, the berserker was crushed that his idol was defeated by the hands of a 17-year old Hylian who the warrior mistaken to be an elf. Not once, but countless of times. Because of this, Ganondorf's legacy was spread throughout his adopted son's dimension. With that being said, the Gerudo was looked up to as a god. Shale; Ganondorf's grand daughter went out of her way by reviving the petrified overlord that was placed together piece by piece, using all of the reccomended items, including the very essence of a certain 'Soul Edge' to revive the once-known king back to the world.

Besides going after the other remain parts of the legendary relic, today was an off day for him. His mothers by the name of Koume and Kotake--two whom are able to magically combinde into their true form by the name of Twinrova--were currently easedropping on the world to where Ganondorf's addoptive son by the name of Zathire was residing at. Beyond their eyes, they could see the burly beserker's arm being chopped off, all thanks to what was supposed to be their Great (x2) grand daughter. They both look at the lessly concerned father of the orange man and cackled with their old and ancient laughter.

The Gerudo overlord didn't respond to those questions, nor does he ever pay attention to his old senile dirtbags that he unfortunately dubs as his mother. Of course; he cares mostly on important things such as obtaining the Triforce, but knowing that his own son was defeated by this... abomination that doesn't deserve to be a part of his family. Grand daughter or not, this was something that he highly disapproves on. Gradually turning his unparalleled muscular frame towards where the elemental witches were speculating the entire world at the brink of it's down fall, the alpha male couldn't help but watch Zathire continue to struggle through in the wake of the god's domain. He fold his able-bodied arms from side to side, giving off a low growl of disappointment. Ganondorf never expected that the berserker could lose his fighting arm already, but he somewhat admire the male's moxie. He had the strength to keep going, but it looks like his inner-protectiveness will probably peak it's ugly head soon enough. Then came two of the king's trusted advisors: The Sorceress Veran, and the General Onox. They both show their graditude to the Gerudo King, but they didn't receive any attention back from that. Looking over to where Ganon and his 'mothers' were visioning, they both take their attention back to their leader and said--

"I am; what I create."

It was the perfect sentence, and the reasoning as to why Ganon's power would be to no avail. The perfection in Imorii's design was only now becoming clear; and it lay in the fact the presiding guidance of fate had chosen her mother and father as beings that stemmed from pure creation. With her core ignited she possessed the power to create herself, and shape her own being into whatever she needed to be. And thus by mere will, she enabled herself to become stronger than Ganon.

Against this perfect power, there was no hope.

With the energy that sprang forth coming from inside her, she had ridden herself of the dependence on the outside world. She was now a wellspring of power, able to deepen and widen the flow of her never ending source and her potential had grown exponentially.

With a single movement of her hand Imorii blocked Ganon's assault upon her sphere with the immensity of her light, countering the darkness with its opposing force, bombarding him with seven repeated layered walls, each eighty feet wide and six inches thick. They would pulse downward at a forty-five degree angle to meet him, gliding at a slow six feet per second. Despite what they lacked in speed, each visibly tingled and crackled with what looked like sparks trapped within a glowing glass wall, giving a deep electric hum as if they'd been loaded with too much energy. Each wall was calculated to match the power of his previous attack, sadly for the warlock there was no glass involved, instead these walls were purely formed from the bane of darkness itself and were nearly impervious to any of his attacks. His two choices were to cast aside his ego and dodge them or waste his time trying to crush through their defenses as they would continue to drive him downward into the snow and if he still didn't back down they would harmlessly pass through the earth not even disturbing a snowflake at the same time not letting an entity of darkness such as he pass through would continually drag him downward through the earth itself no doubt tearing his cape and scratching his armor until he mustered the strength to shatter the last one.

Neurons could be seen faintly tingling inside these creatures' brains. Due to exact speed, location, direction and position in which these neurons traveled through specific hemispheres of these creatures' brains, Imorii could make out the layout of their brains and see which atoms were discharging. In essence Imorii could read their minds; in the most literal sense the world had ever known.

Calculating procedures underwent through her mind and she began to break down and calculate the thoughts she had read, realizing it was time to enlighten these arrogant saviors, upon the flaws of their own misguided justice.

"Fools do you not yet understand? That which is the flaw of your imperfection. The single purpose of life is to preserve its existence indefinitely, yet you blindly seek to destroy yourselves, under your own self proclaimed guidance to rid the world of evil. Your imperfect eyes see only the potential of power and energy lying within those cores; but your perception is inverted. What you judge to be the outside of the core is actually what lies within. Your very existence and this whole universe, flickers away and dies before your very eyes. When Xodous' core dies you will all implode into oblivion. And here you stand meaning to destroy the only God of Creation that can repair your pitiful incomplete and dying universe."

Imorii jabbed her hand into the core and ripped out some essence, as she did this the very planes of existence warped and distorted only proving that the words she'd spoken were completely true. In her right hand she reached through her chest and into her own core and did the same then cast the essence into the giant gyrating sphere of energy. "Behold the fruit of my labor." As if metaphorically symbolized, the orb which hovered over her dead flower throne could truly be viewed upon as a literal fruit. "Fertilized with both this universe and that of my own creation the beautiful zygote of a new universe is created."

Imorii narrowed her eyes, one of the rare occasions that any emotion could ever be seen upon her glass like face. "Your own petulant ways of judging yourselves righteous and all understanding beyond that of I, who is a god, have determined with your rash decisions that I cannot know or understand perfection anymore than you. This hypocrisy has led to my judgment in leaving you behind in this retched world when it collapses. Your undoing shall rest upon the very hands of the Armamentalist who sought to deliver you from destruction. How ironic it must seem to you now as you realize the truth of your enemy is non other than yourselves."

Imorii gazed down upon Shale, the only one to have somewhat proven that even perfection has its limits. The words she'd spoken to her mother: 'I am no longer ashamed of you,'; They were true. "But because I have been shown value can still lay in imperfection I will give you but one chance. If by means all together you, who are all so determined to battle, can prove in this your contest you have chosen, that your imperfection can lay one single scratch upon my face, I will spare your universe before departing to my own."

With this Imorii returned to her seat beneath her gyrating sphere. Her ultimatum was made and the spiders and manufactured Natasha stood before the combatants ready to display the truth that none of them wanted to believe: That they were better off never having existed.

The spiders were of no concern to Imorii aside one factor, and it seemed she had gathered that which she sought. Everyone of these humans was contributing their part in what she needed to achieve ultimate perfection. The material they were composed of was nearly as strong as the swords themselves and much more if they weren't special. The collisons would merely ping against the hard legs of the spiders and their bodies would take in the magical aliments that the weapons had given them making them stronger. However there was one thing they could not adsorb: cold.

Cold wasn't energy, it was stability and the lack there of energy. This drew energy away from the spiders and made them more brittle and easy to shatter. However they had an internal energy source and would begin to warm up as their power was constantly supplied by Imorii. Even one managed to get struck by a hammer and fracture partially, however it was only a small fraction of second before those organic crystals healed themselves no differently than Imorii had done in her fight with Shale. If they thought such simple strategies would work on them then they were surely doomed by their flaws.

However Imorii was grateful, they had delivered to her the knowledge of ice magic, and even though she lost energy to absorb this magic, it was now knowledge that belonged to her courtesy of the ones gathered before her. She would continue to leave these spiders to occupy these lower humans by any chance she might gather something more from them, but as of now she had something more important.

It seemed time was ticking and it appeared the end was getting near. Rifts traced through the sky, the universe really was ripping apart and from what Imorii saw, without her divine intervention this world along with all the stars and galaxies that now depended on this single orb would soon see their end in a matter of five minutes.

It was time to prepare 'The Great Arc' that would save this world from the 'Flood'. With desperate time being of the essence Imorii did what she had planned to for four days.

Did they think she had merely done nothing in those four days Cirque had traveled back and forth and fought in the tournament. No. She had been busy sending the crystal roots of this flower deep into the mantle of the entire earth feeding off its warmth for energy. Now that her core was ignited it was time for them to witness her most beautiful and courteous act upon this earth.

It was time for the great harvest.

Countless crystal spikes of all sizes from needle to mountain rose from all corners of the earth, gathering up all the different life forms from around the globe. Far off to the sea for those who could see it, a great white shark could be seen skewered and hoisted up on a massive crystal spike. Soon its very body began to collapse and fold in upon itself as crystals grew into it drawing in its very essence as the mighty beast folded up and was drawn into the massive root network of her flower.

The tree of life had been planted, and it would drink the blood of the world.

Countless species were sucked up, one of every kind Imorii could get her roots upon. They would not be wasted. Their lives, beautiful works of art constructed by the previous god would be broken down and adsorbed, anaylized and cataloged into the deep archives of Imorii's mind.

Soon the flower began to draw in this blood glowing red from the warm energy of the earths magma core and the fresh blood it had gathered. Soon the leaves began to drip with crimson doo, this blood still steaming warm as it landed upon the frigid snow.

Blessed were these creatures that have given up their lives to be saved. Their memory and their art would never be forgotten. Imorii would take them with her into her new world when the time came to pass.