The Last Poster Wins! [v8]

[Sir Sivelos]

Hi. Tazz, can we get the DEE warmed up? It's kind of important. No, wait… LC, you have the ability to transfer between Superdimensions, right? Can you take me and Nightmare to Baal's superdimension?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*LC does not have this ability. Rather, blame the Mincia Intersuperdimensional Clusters, which are effectively gateways between Superdimensions without using the DEE, thanks to Dimensional Holes.*

*It's times like these when you realize how nigh-needlessly complicated this gets.*

*In any case, you get to the 1st Superdimension and teleport to Baal's location.*

*Baal is now literally in your part of Reality, RIGHT next to the Sovereign's territory-and, with the power of siege weaponry in the form of overly-powerful archers and their ammo, they seem to be winning. Baal is still with his Geomancers and his translator.

Translator: His most Admirable Tyranny Baal greets you again, Sivelos.

[Sir Sivelos]

*SIVELOS respectfully bows, as well as LC, Nightmare (to the best of his ability), as well as Dark Mind and Dark Meta Knight.* Thank you, admirable Tyrant Overlord, for having me in a time of war. What is the third trial that I must partake in?

[Ganyu]

*spectates*

[Sir Sivelos]

*awaits the Tyrant Overlord's commands.*

Nightmare: I see you've made it to his turf… Impressive. I've heard his castites are dangerous enemies though...

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

Translator: His lordship claims any toddler could get this far, and it would , and it is frustrating to see this 'opposition,' so promising at first glance, torn up and devoured like a mouse at every battle. His lordship sees clearly that the Sovereign has not as much power as he believes, to keep his civilians from breaking the silence. Nevertheless, his Most Admirable Tyrrany is looking forward to lay the Sovereign low and reclaiming the throne that was rightfully his...His lordship estimates that the realm and Sovereign will both fall within minutes of the final push.

*Baal sticks his sword into the bare edges of the bubble of Sovereign's realm and utilizes the sword's random property to make another sword. And another. And another. And another. It doesn't take long for there to be more swords than can be counted, and not longer after that for the locals to start screaming in terror...Baal's going to flood the place with swords, it seems...It kind of subverts every protective measure you or the Sovereign could think of.*

Translator: In any case, his Most Admirable Tyrrany has been...Err, spying on you. No easy way to put that. Nevertheless, he's pleased by your wise decision to refrain from giving reinforcements to Sovereign's forces. Thus, his lordship sees fit to tell you where the Arms of Atlas are that you so desperately need.

*Your mind flashes with images of another Daemon (Baal is apparently aware of the distinction), a humanoid-sized chap with a massive bow, stylized like a pair of arms. The man is Acidic Seoul the 69th. You see him in a Superdimension of specific qualities-very memorable qualities, including a ring-like construct in it's relative center.*

Translator:...His lordship orders you to keep that secret at all costs. Your Barrier ring must be completely functional at all times. His lordship also orders you to leave and not interfere with this battle. Same with you, Nytmyr.

*You're forcibly teleported back to the Mincia Intersuperdimensional cluster, not exactly recalling anyone named 'Nytmyr.' Ever.

[Sir Sivelos]

…Nytmyr… Nightmare? Whatever. Anyway, Tazz! I got good news. We need to go find someone called Acidic Seoul the 69th, who's in a superdimension with a ring-like thing in its center. Got any ideas?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*Tazz is about to speak, when a few things happen.*

*First, everyone present-thoguh ESPECIALLY Sivelos-gets the feeling of a snap-back, like a stretched rubber band returning to its original form. Sivelos feels a rush of power that simply doesn't go away, for some reason. This isn't a Class up or even a Level up, though.*

*Second, a singular, if noticable star in the skies above, twinking strong even in day, vanishes. Sivelos knew it as the Sovereign's Territory. It looks like Baal, somehow, overestimated his foes.*

**Even the Narrator didn't see that one coming, folks.**

*Lastly, a dimensional hole opens and a group of people tumble out.*

*90% are very battered Observers in a human-sized form, 9% are some random other people you don't recognize, and one of them is the Sovereign in his human sized-*

*...Wait.*

Sovereign: Ugh...I...I can't believe it...How...Why?...Ugh, Baal...

Observer: Milord! I almost thought you dea-ooouh...That cut went a little too deep for me, methinks...but Milord first! *Casts a cure critical wounds on...Sovereign...Uh...*

**Yes...Uh, that's definitely him...But...Augh...**

Tazz:...What the f*** is with-

Observer: Watch your tongue! No matter how battered and defeated, you are STILL talkign to milord, Sovereign Apotheosis-Ra Sivelos!

*Sovereign Apothesis-Ra Sivelos...And he looked EXACTLY LIKE the Sivelos that you'd immediately think of when thinking of Sivelos, except he looks to be a few years older.*

Sovereign:...I think...I think Apoth...Will do for now...Ugh...Baal, miles beyond me...Ugh...I'm going to need a bit of time to rest...

*Sivelos...They're both named Sivelos (or at least have it in their names) and they both look like mirror images, bar the Sovereign being older-looking. Sivelos probably never saw Sovereign take human form-and Sovereign probably never took human form in his life.*

*Um. Well.*

*Excuse this Narrator while he re-checks the script.*

Tazz: RE-CHECKS THE SCRIPT?!

*Yes! This was seriously not on the script that I recall! I'll need a long time, and until then...*

**The Narrator presses a button in the narration booth, which effectively renders all real progress in the story useless. To drive the point home, the Sovereign falls unconscious and cannot be communicated with now.**

*...Seriously, just stay there! Story on-hold! F****ing Author is crazy, and not the good crazy!*

Tazz:...Wonderful.

[Sir Sivelos]

Sivelos isn't my real name, but okay… And since when could you take a human form? And where are Galligath and the Castites?

Apophis-Ra: They fled in cowardice in response to Baal's onslaught. Ugh… The only forces I possess are the Observers, and my own strength…

Hm… Well… That really sucks. And also, why is the Narrator checking the script!? This sort of **** isn't supposed to happen!

[Dennis Jansen]

Hello? .-.