In space, the giant Tomon swayed from side to side, gently rocking himself to some unsteady beat that was bound to be in his own head.. "I Come From The Veritas -- An Alternate Dimension That Is Made Up Of... Well. Me." It was almost vain, but it was the truth. "Tymon... Or, Khrona, The Guy I'm A Piece Of... Had To Create The Dimension Solely Out Of Himself And Sustain It By Himself With Pieces Of Him Like Myself As The Makeup Of The Dimension. It Was Because If He Didn't, He Wouldn't Have Survived On Vescrutia... Just Like Vescrutia..."
-Jace opened his heart to Tomon, trying
the best he could to comprehend the guys complicated origins, but quantum physics was always Jace's weakest subject aboard the Pantheon. Toman was from another dimension he made himself, out of himself? where Vescrutia existed? It was hard to conceptualize but just a glance at the humble giants droopy eyes conveyed his pain to Jace. Now it was beginning to make sense; his strange appearance, his carelessness about the planet's condition in his eccentric quests for power wasn't in the least bit malicious. Toman---, er Khrona-- Tymon was a refugee, just like Jace was. He opened his mouth to lend some words of reassurance but the mighty celestial wasn't done speaking.
He glanced over to the reluctant Jace, blinking a bit and returning his head to the visage of him. "I Wouldn't Hold Back If I Were You, My Guy," Tomon said pretty casually, "I Didn't Just Gather All Of That Power..." His eyes suddenly sharpened, narrowing to slits and glowing with energy, smile widening, "SO WE COULD PUSSYFOOT AROUND!!!"
Toman's voice barreled through the starry blackness like the horn of God himself. Vibrations were the only waves that could permeate the cosmic sea, and they rung Jace's ears until the felt a lil numb. And then his vision failed him; darkness swallowed everything far a wide. The stars faded until they were nothing at all, the planets shrunk into planetismals, and the mighty celestial just smiled through the blackness. The only light that refused the creeping, black beast was the Jace's wrist, which burned like an emerald beacon. It illuminated his shadowy visage, until Tomon emerged from the void. His body had been fully developed now, like a titan standing on his homeworld. His nexus. His weakness?
What the fuck was going on?
"You Really Should Let Loose, Or You'll Never Get Out Of Here,"
-Jace never looked exactly worried; anxious yeah, maybe a little. But Toman's slick tongue folded Jace's apprehensions mighty quick.-
"When I Flapped My Wings, I Sent My Naten All Across The Area As Far As My Wing Beat Reached. Everything That Was Caught Up In It..." He paused, pulling something out of the darkness -- a moon. "... Is Now In An Alternate Reality. The 'Crystal Nightmare' Allows Me To Change Whatever My Naten Is Released To Into An Alternate Reality That Is Purely Discordant And Nightmarish, Basically To Invoke Dissonance About Whomever Or Whatever The Target Is."
"If You Release Enough Naten To Overpower It Or Overpower Me, You Can Break Free. But It Gets Stronger The Longer You're Here, So..." Tomon rolled his eyes innocently, then cocked his arm back, "CATCH!!!" Hurling the devilish moon at Jace.
-Of course.. they were in another dimension. Thats why Vescrutia disappeared, that's why he couldn't hear the songs of the Freshwater Sea or look at the ocean of cosmic lights that form over the Alps. His eyes widened to dinner plates, not at the incoming warmoon that grimaced and laughed at him, but at the sudden realization
that he actually could cut loose!-
-The tiny emerald gleam that was Jace morphed into a blistering beam of light that careened around the incoming projectile like a tie fighter, making sure not touch the moon, cautious of any more alterior affects of his naten. There was a reason Jace hadn't truly explored the extent of Genesis, and now Tomon would learn too. He was a tiny firefly in a sea of nothingness.. until he wasn't. The small amount of emerald energy concealing his wrist detonated in his sandtoned palm and released powerful and luminscent stellar explosion that illuminated every recluse and crevice within the Crystal Hell. The transient, astronomical
event could sheepishly be compared to the catastrophic heat of a supernova, which could rival the optical luminosity of an entire galaxy. But the contrast was disrespectful to Genesis. The mysterious source of power was equated to a catalsyt of life, or even the fundamental forces of creation. And this primoridal force could melt through the fleshy membranes of space and time like a blade saundered in hot coals. The explosion made no sound, but the might of it all devoured any opposing vibrations as well. It was just silent.-