Apocalypse Reset: My Crab Can Heal the World!

A deep, reverberating hum shakes the world as the foam spreads over the land, launching through the air, gathering in certain places in giant, floating balls of power. It evaporates the lakes and rivers, absorbing all the moisture it can to bolster itself, stronger and stronger.

Nazakiel rolls his shoulders, flexing his fingers as though shaking off a light drizzle. He lets the foamat his arms, watching it trickle harmlessly down his skin.

He exhales, long and slow, his grin widening. "You put on a fine show, I'll give you that. But you still don't understand, do you?"

Nazakiel swings his arm violently, and all of the foam clinging to him is blasted away. "There's nothing you can do, you stupid crab! You think I fear FOAM!?"

On the surface, Clancyntinues to generate more and more foam - the entire kingdom of humanityated as if it had freshly snowed. Dozens of orbs the size of cities float in the sky, allection of his cleansing powers. They grow ever more massive - building up to Clancy's ultimate, final attack.

Nazakiel's fingers twitch. What should he do? He flicks through all of the possibilities. The only downside to his power is the strength of his imagination. With so many futures foreseen, Nazakiel isn't sure which would bring him the most delight. Should he impale the weakened crab with a spear of light? Or should he rain more meteors upon the kingdom until nothing at all remains?

Nazakiel cackles, sinister and defiant. Too many choices - he's paralyzed with indecision. Each moment gives way to another dark thought - another way to imagine the brutal end of this battle.

On the surface, Barns holds his hands to Clancy's shell.

This isn't how the battle is supposed to unfold.

Clancy is supposed to be invincible. And Barns is supposed to be the legendary hero. They were the ones who were destined to reset the Apocalypse. Weren't they?

"Clancy! Talk to me!" Barns cries, trying to get through to his crab. But Clancy cannot speak - all of his intellect is singularly focused on his task.

Nazakiel, still hovering above, blinks his eyes. Theirlor shifts from the crackling blue ofmets to green. A sickly green. Thelor of rot - Nazakiel has finally decided what he would do to Dimartino.

"I will spit in the face of this accursed cleansing foam," Nazakiel smirks. He can imagine it so clearly - necrotic green magic not unlike that of the Zombie Lords, ravaging the land. He will despoil all life. Not even the lush vegetation of Dimartino will remain - he plans to ur the earth, leaving nothing but the rotted and infertile soil of a kingdom doomed to never rise again.

But before he can do it - a dark form flies through the sky,lliding with him. Barns looks up in disbelief. He rgnizes that ability. He'd seen it only days ago.

Frais.

The vampiress manifests in the air behind Nazakiel, and in one fluid motion, she bites down on the back of the Sentinel's neck. He stiffens up and screams loudly as her vampiric venom surges through his body. Her touch alone - the great power of Lust she possesses, overwhelms Nazakiel's mind, if only for a moment.

In his daze he's unable to react in time. Frais bites down on him again, using her fangs to shoot her blood into him. She's not just trying to kill him - she's turning him into a vampire.

To an ordinary human, bming a vampire would only make them stronger. But to someone like Nazakiel, who already has powers, it threatened every aspect of his existence.

He screams and keels over in midair, shaking Frais off. She darts back in the air a few feet. Almost, but not quite - his transformation isn'tmplete. She just needs one more bite -

But he reacts quicker than she can. The green power ignites in his eyes as he looks upon Frais and unleashes the full extent of his power.

The vampiress flies defiantly in front of Nazakiel in one moment - and in the very next moment, she is gone. A cloud of dust and ash where she was just snds ago. Nazakiel's ungodly power, his imagination - vaporizes her like she is nothing at all.

Barns watches in horror as he sees Frais turned to dust quicker than he can blink. Nazakiel rolls his shoulder, annoyed.

"Pitiful vampire bitch."

He turns back to Clancy and Barns, but before he can use another ability, Clancy is finally finished with his. Suddenly, all the world turns white. Neither Clancy, nor Barns, nor Nazakiel himself can see a thing. But as their eyes adjust to the spectacular and dazzling display of light, the true nature of Clancy's technique bmes clear.

As Clancy lay motionless, hislossal body riddled with craters, the last wisps of his Kaiju State expand from his shell, projecting an even larger, ghost-like image of Clancy over the entire southernrner of thentinent. It expands from The Pale Court to Ordella, empassing all of the lands Barns and he have freed from the clutches of evil.

And then, the foam spheres in the air began to move - to react to Clancy's projection.

The gathered foam spiraled upward and around in dazzling streaks, lifting far into the sky as if obeying a force beyond reason. What had once been a chaotic deluge of holy foam nowalesced into something greater - something impossible.

A wall - no, a barrier.

The foam pulsed, forming a radiant dome over all of Dimartino. The once fragmented geysers of cleansing light merged together, forming hardened pillars of cleansing light that expanded into the sky and formed a single, impenetrable shield that wrapped itself around the entire kingdom.

And as the barrier manifests, it launches Nazakiel away, forcing him to the other side. He looks on in disbelief as he is repelled away high into the sky.

He watches the barrier form - a shield of effervescent light, roughly in the shape of a crab.

His eye twitches. Never before has he experienced such humiliation.

"A barrier, huh!?" Nazakiel screams, his voice cracking - but he's so far away that nobody can hear him. "As if a barrier can keep out Nazakiel, the leader of the Sentinels!"