@Incursean "Indeed, with the little milk-hearted simpleton gone, in that moment of weakness, it'll be easy to scrap Tennyson off. And then, both their Natura Empire and the rest of the universe will be torn asunder.
...i'm willing to work on this with you, Attea... what will you need?"
@Incursean -- so say, Tennyson is seen in a rather precarious situation by the woman he loves, and she runs off, he follows, but isn't able to find her...
...until he finds her empty husk of a corpse. What a way to break a /hero/..." a elated little chuckle left her.
@Incursean -- /The Magic Eater/. This little creature is something I created myself, unleashed against Prime Jade, it'll /slowly/ drain her cosmic abilities until there is nothing left. /Very, Very slowly./
A very... /painful/ way to die for the avatar of a cosmic entity, believe me. --
@Incursean -- significantly more taller than the last time the Incursean had seen her, almost as tall as the gravity concept, her aunt.
She looked at the Incursean princess in slight interest, it had been a while since they last spoke, after all.
"I'm listening."
@Incursean -- other Astrums, she too had magical locks that showcased her magic now, only hers showed a inky black abyss, with a few stray stars here and there; a mirror opposite to her far more /gentle/ and good counterpart and her pastel palette.
And she stood --
@PassiveTennyson "Thank you... I did make the plans for the reconstruction of this place..."
She smiled. First time she genuinely does so in a while. A long, long while.
"...Now come on, I'll show you to my private wing."