Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. V :: Dead Worlds

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With the Pumpkin Head in hand, Tomon would place the tiny thing atop his own head, and it would suddenly grow to extraordinary proportions... Though, simultaneously, Tomon would shrink significantly, as if all of the energy that was within his body was suddenly sucked out -- which it was. All of that massive amount of energy was drawn into the underside of the Pumpkin Head and served as fuel for the now astronomical entity. The Pumpkin Head would glow with a myriad of colors before settling on a deep crimson, which cast a shadow from below itself to create a body known as 'Nightshade', its 'Living Shadow'. The Living Shadow of the Pumpkin Head fused with it and forged the body of the actual Pumpkinhead -- the Fourth Restriction -- from Tomon's energy.

Pumpkinhead immediately towered menacingly over the Lost World, his shadow enough to eclipse the all of the land that was conquered by the Veritas. "This Game Is Over," Pumpkinhead said blatantly with a gruff and unkindly voice. Raising a single arm into the air, Pumpkinhead swung with the might of one who was intending to strike down a foe with a powerful blow, the vacuum in the wake of his arm churning the sea that covered the planet. Instantaneously, a maelstrom occurred, viciously malicing the deep and whatever was fool enough to come near it.

After a single swipe of his arm, Pumpkinhead thoughtfully swung it again, this time across the land, sending in the wake of its vacuum a powerful and destructive tornado of proportions unseen and unheard of to ravage the land in front of him as the maelstrom blended the deep. The waters became red with blood and the peoples of the Lost World thrown asunder by the might of these two natural disasters, the looming Pumpkinhead narrowing his already slit, carved eye sockets to a sharpness one could cut with.

Raising his foot up, Pumpkinhead took one heavy step forward, causing a violent earthquake to rupture the blackened ground underneath his feet -- an earthquake that could rupture the entire continent. His foot was as large as a country or two, and his power was greater than anything could defend against. He was a living nightmare, just as he'd always been... And always would be.

The enormity that was Pumpkinhead looming over the Lost World would raise his Pumpkin Head up to the stars that surrounded the planet, looking up toward the twin suns. Drawing in energy from the two burning sources, Pumpkinhead took a deep breath and exhaled an intensely immense amount of red hot fire from his mouth. Sweeping the flames over the land in a swash, the inferno quickly became an uncontrollable wildfire that lit aflame any and everything flammable whilst melting what was nonflammable.

Pumpkinhead did not stop there. It was too early to cease.

Looking back up to the suns, Pumpkinhead rose from the ground as the Pumpkin Head glowed brightly, gradually becoming hotter and hotter. The heat from the Pumpkin Head burned so hot, it scorched the very sky and eroded the atmosphere, burning holes in its layers as Pumpkinhead made his way up into space.

Once in space, Pumpkinhead -- the astronomical elemental Scarecrow -- grasped one of the suns of the Lost World for leverage and pulled himself up atop it, drawing in its power so that he could grow even larger. As for the second sun, Pumpkinhead would emit his flames from his head and cause them to synchronize with the fires of the sun, thus causing them to merge together... And make Pumpkinhead's consciousness one with the sun. "Just Like Old Times..." Pumpkinhead uttered, the sun taking on the shape and face of a skeletal pumpkin head. Pumpkinhead's body became vestigial immediately once consciousness left it, and all of the energy that was part of it would be drawn back into the sun that he was standing on... But, that also put Pumpkinhead in control of the first sun in the same fashion as the second sun, thus causing the skeletal pumpkin face to appear on both sun simultaneously.

"Huahaha..." Pumpkinhead chortled from both suns, "... Now I Am Going To Really Make Waste Of This Puny, Pathetic, Pitiful Planet..."

Pumpkinhead -- who was now not one sun, but both suns of the Lost World -- beamed most literally with a brightness that dwarfed a normal star. This intense light was intended to heat up the surface of the planet and also do some natural damage to the other planets of the solar system that the Lost World had. The burning emanations from both suns pressed down on the planet from both sides, illuminating the entire thing and erasing night from existence for a time. Night would take longer to come, and the heat of day would be more than damning to everything that existed overhead.

Volcanoes would begin to erupt all around the planet, bursting their tops with violent magma streams that would pass over the darkened terrain and onto the people that were unlucky enough to be the targets of such an attack. Pumpkinhead needed only to watch over them as the suns and continue beaming down oppressive heat upon the land in order to dry it out, scorch the airs, and melt the surface even more so than he was already.

"This Won't Take Long At All..." Pumpkinhead muttered.

With all of elements of natural disasters in play, it was time for Pumpkinhead to unleash the power of the Fifth Restriction. The wind from a tornado would spin in unison with a maelstrom of the waters whilst heat from the sun beamed down into it and broken land masses from the earthquake ridden continents were sucked inside. The four major elements would bring about the fifth element -- Spirit -- that would cause the angelic Fifth Restriction -- Shinrona -- to appear within the calamity.