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At the edge of Reality Hell, where the Gray Void went on endlessly, Tabrynth manifested completely, waiting patiently, and looking off into the Eternal Emptiness. It was a Blank Canvas, yet also an Empty Void at the same time. The way it merged together into a bland negation was as anti-epic as it could get... But the Tabrynth really enjoyed the feeling of neutrality, emotionless, and nullity. Those were fun Neutral and Void feelings... So, Tabrynth would relish a bit in the neutrality.

Breaking the peace of the moment in a frenzy of unstable wrath was the amalgamation of souls from the Lost World, Rajarsiastra, seeming to deconstruct herself, incapable of retaining her form. "K... Khrona!!!!" she cried, losing distinction in her appearance, and becoming something that looked much more like the chaotic amalgamation as the integrated souls. "Khrona, You Will Pay What You Have Done To Our Realm...!! We Are Legion, Khrona... And We Are Here For You!!!" Raja would try very hard to shift into a stable form, but found it difficult in the state it was in.

Tabrynth looked at the poor, unstable collective, desperately trying to fight back, like a wounded animal. "... How I Beg To Differ..." He would respond, crossing his arms with a sigh. "Look At Yourself; You're About To Collapse On Yourself. You Are Not Meant To Use Insanity As A Weapon; It Is Only A Hazard To You All, Unlike With Mineself." Feeling pity for the poor amalgam, Tabrynth would sigh, hovering now before Rajarsiastra. "You Cannot Even Figure Yourself Out. How Do You Expect To Defeat Me, Then, Since You Cannot Figure Me Out, Either?" He shook his head. "Your People Kept Trying To Assail Me, And Grew Weaker. Dumber. More Ignorant... And More Arrogant. You Fled From Me, Yet You Still Held Animosity Toward Me. I Tried To Make Peace, And You Act In Pure Ignorance. And Now Look At You... The All Of You Are Barely Holding On, Clinging To Desperation, Like An Animal At The Edge Of Survival, About To Be Knocked Off. It's Honestly Sad."

Tabrynth shook his head. "... What Hope Do You Think You Have, Then, If You Cannot Get Yourself Together? To Be Like All These Other Pathetic Entities, Trying So Hard To Damage Me, Whilst Abandoning Their Own Worlds And Works, In The Midst Of Them, To Come Confront Me? Which Ends Up Only Helping Me Build My Things Faster, Which They Claim To Want To Stop Me From Doing, Yet End Up Doing The Opposite By Trying To Stop Me At All And Never Understanding That Because They Have Too Many Unstable Thoughts And Feelings To -ACTUALLY- Do Their Works? They Will Fail And You Will Fail Just Like Them, And As Long As -All- You Little Mortals Are Like That, I Will -Always- Come Out Supreme -Without- Doing -Anything- At All But -Retaliating-."