Low Spawn of Archtype
Though fairly common in occurence he sighs, finishing the installment he Vanishes blurring between the empty expanse far outside the Clutches of life-forms.
He arrives at it successfully by a lower archetype of the Crawling Chaos. He glares at Nyarlathotep, the Amalgamate elongate splitting creature.
overwhelming the surrounding with insanity it screech upon noticing him, Christopher lifts his hand, hundreds of blades of pure existence manifest around him.
awakening his eldritch Form, the origin of himself erupts the enormous sphere of flesh surrounded by Orbs, the appearance triggering Nyarlathotep.
It hurls miles of flesh towards him akin to a whip succeeding the speed of light Christopher hand enlarge growing ot colossal scale as it clashes against the Light speed whip.
The shockwave so immense the surrounding barely contain the Impact as it spread endlessly outside the reach of his control. The orbs form.
around the edge of the shockwave connecting it inverse warp towards Nyarlathotep, it smashes into him with enough kinetic force to make even the incursion of hate look like a petite child's fight."
Christopher hurls the Mass of flesh, trying to envelop his arm away, a sword of existence pierce into it as he forms Spears.
of not just colossal Proportion but the scale beyond even the largest of Universal Construct. his hand lightly trembles, the immensity surpassing what commonly used.
this without even one of his seals released, he release them, his true form erupting as a being of what can account as glowing near transparent blue takes shape.
only a humanoid frame as the great wings expand off his back, the Nyarlathotep incursion a nuisance, like the hundred of blade.
rush forwards cleaving and slashing thousands of times over against the Near endless splitting mass, the enormous tendril adorning its head that of unnumbered faces, screaming out in anguish beyond the wildest of imaginations.
A black figure slightly twisting and twirling at the top, back in color, an outline akin to human peer at him well. The slashes continue firing at the Javelin.
it surpasses even the speed of beyond light, equating to the force of a billion pulsar at the lowest, it erupts point blank to him in a pure explosion of Existence.
the force exertion extreme as the orbs making up gate start to shift, tendrils erupting as they pervade Nyarlathotep Malignant fleshy mounds of Tendrils not even eyes adorning it as only a singular Enormous mouth rest upon it.
Roaring out with teeth so hinge the inconception that of an abyss, erupting attack hail towards him. Pure chaos bursting from the Very seams.
Christopher dodging as a tendril, surpassing even that of before tearing past him at such a pace even the void of space is cleaved.
Kicking back at it, the tentacle whips towards the sphere. Hundreds of fleshy mass akin to whips burst from his own Eldritch body.
Connecting to the bit of Nyarlathotep. It cleaves off that part to stop the consumption, screeching as the existence pervades it, breaking down Nyarlathotep.
An attack comparable to a final a sword as large as the sun to an Ant burst forth gleaming with such an intensity of white even the embodiment of infinity White to fire can not manifest.
the blazing concept Slash towards Nyarlathotep, Christopher enlarge grabbing hold of him as he's cleave in half a brutal barrage of fist packed with the tons of in init breaks into Nyarlathotep.
brutalizing the being as it impact and crush in the squish flesh, making up the being vicious cracking reverberates as tentacle make their way to try to devour him.
Nyarlathotep Tendril impales Christopher he Groans pushing burst existence from the injury as the flesh appendage is burned and scorched to an Infinitesimal of an atom.
Erupting in an act of sheer fission and prospect the scale of atomic bombs upon the implosion of a sun, the force pushing both back though infinity tangled in assault.
Split tearing an unconsidered amount of flesh upon both, Christopher lightly Sigh the orbs appear all around Nyarlathotep,
billions of hands OnTop of it glowing the purity of impossibility upon existence, they crack under the strain bursting Outwards beams of abysmal black and impossible white envelop Nyarlathotep its cry bursting out with the insanity of non-existence.
"you will not!" he expand to a millionth times the size of his average, expanding to the point of Nyarlathotep looking like a tennis ball.
Christopher grabs it, ripping and tearing the extremely weak Nyarlathotep apart with his grips bursting with the existence of Power.
He punches and crashes the bodily incomprehension against it, the entire cosmic fight that of a two-sided coin. Tearing it small enough existecne itself pervade once more.
forming it self into a dismantling source as it starts to converge the broken up flesh into energy for itself, he floats towards the hole.
The gaping crack Leaking the corrupting Influence of Non-existence, though too busy fighting itself to really notice, he lifts his hand to the conversion of a billion of undiscoverable character forming.
A shield of defense and offense, he grabs the edge. Pulling it shut, he fills in the stretch of runes' stress. Replacing it, then he bends and twist what account of impossibility.
He groans to himself. This process always. annoying, he craft out the runes infusing them with a successful portion of power, before putting them in place.
Millions of combination upon it all of character to power to be within the base of comprehension merely addressed as Rune for Christopher prospect.
the symbols conclusive with variable of not just infinity but conception primordial, annihilation, and many other characters of defined origin and strength.
Those words merely descriptors for the common mind to perceive, if he assembles and replenishes them secure the Closure of the hole as it breaks down and vanishes into the infinity shift of Always presence character the Walling sealed to the exterior.
He grabs his head, his eyes swirling as the process is very exhaustion "Why did it have to be a lesser archetype to Nyarlathotep?"
He rubs them. "If it was another, I could've killed it faster, but that infinity shifting bastard so difficult to deal with it did seem to be the lowest of categories lacking the cunning intellect I'd expect of Nyarlathotep."
Before long, he arrive back towards Avalon, planning to walk around it for a while after recovering. He walks towards his bed, yawning.
He falls flat onto it. Cleaning up with him. Groans, trying to sleep. He opens them, Gaia Mewls, entirely naked. "Oh, fuck." Christopher Murmurs.
His hand stretching grabbing hold of her, he push her to his side wrapping his arms around her. Gaia struggle for a brief moment. "Nngh damn."
Treated like a stuffed animal, basically no reaction from anything on him Christopher Snoring Gaia sighs "Ah drats."