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She absorbed every hit, she finally took some scratches, but that's all it was. Her wounds quickly closed, her smile fades.
"Is that it? You broke past one limit, but this isn't such a coddling place that that would be enough.
More. Shatter them, splinter them across the void with brilliance and elegance!" (?)
Brute force has no place here, she needs to work her mind. Rapidly expanding power, drawing the world tree's essence and using it as a bomb... A rudimentary technique for god magical girls. To keep progressing, she can keep at it and try to connect to some unknown higher power, but other than Yggdrasil that sounded too convenient and delusional. Then the last measure is to create that concept herself, how?
There's a big difference between borrowing the world tree's power, and using it as the world tree. A qualitative gap that couldn't ever be overcome. She can't rely on it to win. If it was the her now, even Vinia could be consumed. It was practically cheating. However her enemy has also changed, one much more unfathomable. Eterna wasn't this strong. No one was. She was at the summit of her own world, and she wouldn't ever feel like she earned it.
The concept of death vanished in this individual's Oblivion Magia, it let her ascend as much as she wanted without fear of tribulation. Her body would not rot when overloaded with magic, anything considered 'lethal' wouldn't ever harm her or this opponent. That's why the opponent hasn't bothered to attack her, not that she can't make exceptions to the rule. She wanted to observe. The wishes, the blessings, the culmination of this individual when she wanders into the abyss at the end of time.
In other words, the Yggdrasil here may not be the real Yggdrasil. She might just be a hypothesised simulation, a digital copy being toyed with. That's right... A simulation. {Feed}, consume magic, the fundamentals of existence, the arcane and mystic. A dark red light split forth from her feet.
"Oblivion Magia." (Yggdrasil)
She wants to see what I can do, so she'll at least allow this much right? Rather... The dark red does not paint over the white. It explodes into thin fractals, as if the world was a broken television screen. The world itself rumbles in protest under the pressure. In one flash movement, she pasts the silhouette figure with her sword, countless slashes tear into it like ravenous sharks. One after the other, black ravines of red stars open up, as if the white atmosphere no longer existed.
Each red star used psychic constriction on the figure, preparing her for a larger attack. Universal attacks? Dimension wrecking? There's no longer any place for brute force, so it all stretches back to {Feed}. Quantity is mere foundation, here is when she breaks the second limit, stepping into the divine.
"Conceptual attack! Seize the mystic and the divine, Authorisation restriction!" (Yggdrasil)
Consume the enemy's emanation with {Feed}, in that instant supplant reality with {Feed}. Bear all under {Feed}! This blade will plunder its way forward. The tip of her great sword pierces through, truly taking to the next level.
"Amazing. You've truly met expectations, that attack would destroy most minor gods. Including this pitiful vessel of mine. You've heard what I am right?, I've explained the state of things over and over..." (?)
Cracks of light showed up over the black figure, drawing a 3 dimensional figure. Pieces of it flake off, revealing the figure underneath like a crumbling egg shell. Glowing white hair purer than snow, a face not too different Yggdrasil's in terms of beauty. Truly, a magical girl. Perhaps it's the power of magical girl transformations that they always turn out beautiful. The demeanour and atmosphere wafting from her could truly be described as divine, no words could hope to match the indelible aura of her visage.
A fur coat surround her neck, her combat dress was similar to the one piece of old magical girls. All that who loves will love that who loves all, Trace manifestation overturn, samsara overbreach. Why? Why is this possible? She's using a shadow to summon a shadow, arcane that cares not for mechanism, this is...
"That's right. It's what you set out to do. You want to revive Lastia? Then learn with your flesh." (?)
Incomprehensible, even for deities. Transcending all, the real body has long become unable for the mind to interpret. There is no cohesive form, she has become one with existence. When everything is her, she is above everything. Much like... Much like Yggdrasil, the world tree's source of power. The world tree is only more powerful than individual worlds because it holds them, it is their manifestation. A human is stronger than a single organ because. A human is many organs together and can perform numerous processes a single organ cannot.
That is the relationship between this individual and all of existence. Knowledge beyond knowledge, power beyond power. If she so wished, she could snuff out the multiverse like an exposed candle wick. Meaning, each time she ascends... She loses free will? If one thought carefully, the universe itself didn't have a will. Yggdrasil certainly didn't send Yggdrasil to be born, the world tree's actions are as natural as gravity binding soil to earth, there is no intent.
"... It's okay, I won't return to my primordial self. I've promoted into a Fragment of a shadow, but I won't be anything more than a shadow.
In other words, I am an avatar, and at my full strength I can almost match my primordial self. I'll prove it. " (Primordial Shadow)
No longer donning that pitch black darkness that obscured her figure, she simply looked like a charming girl. However no matter how beautiful she looked, there's no masking her expression. Her eyes are always gazing beyond this space, looking at some place else. Rather, she's genuinely struggling to see a hiding ant, that's how it felt now that Yggdrasil tore holes all over this Oblivion Magia.
She can observe the shadow's movements, but she can't respond to it. It seemed like the opponent wad strolling towards her, a strange trick of the mind, but she had actually moved at imperceptible speed. The distance was closed, and a single punch was all it took to pulverises her. Yggdrasil went splat, her body flattened and disintegrated into paste, and the paste flew at an incredible distance in all directions. When the shadow was done, she had spread finely across the world.
If every mass was equal and spread apart equally, which mass would she regenerate from? How would it be decided? Did the soul linger on any one piece of gore and began the regeneration process based on where the soul is? Then how was the soul distributed? Whole or fragmented? Which piece of evaporated flesh would it slip into?
This one. The one of her choosing. All that was left behind in her wake was a couple of blood particles. The lucky scant few that avoided the air pressure of the attack and therefore didn't scatter as much. She regenerated from a single blood vapour behind the primordial shadow, and sent an attack of her own. A slash and a thrust, her great sword roared.