Soldiers Of The Apocalypse

As the thing came crashing down, I remembered that I could port with the revival of my core, but it would be too late. I'd be split down the middle with the ground and my volatile cores would explode as a ravine opened up below me. The energy would surround me and focusing I was able to pull myself back together. The thing wasn't done though, it was reaching for me, for my cores. I had been put back together though, thus, the finger hit me like a falling meteor and sent me crashing into the bottom of the fleshy crevasse at supersonic speeds. Twisted and crushed at the bottom of the place, I began to focus on my cores, and they were different. The monster's was pumping out golden liquid alongside blood, and the panther's had more golden flames mixed in.