Markior and Lich stand infront of Pseudo.. Markior has appeared in Xel'Naga shape, his cape and shouldershield glowing. Multex is still bound by the Noch Talht, and seemingly any movement he'd make would mean the end of him... Lich stands upright again, drained of strength but slowly restoring.

Pseudo stands, in defense, his golden hands ready to strike, other ones holding the Sepalaris.. He grins as one gold hand stretches long, grabs the helmet, places it on his head and retracts. It seems to glow, and a long purple metal scorpion tail comes from the back. "Now..that all the preperations have been made. Ready to die, lizards?" He grins, his ultimate form achieved and displayed, ready to strike. Lich responds, slowly regaining strength, "It's always been my opinion that cowards change form to fight." ... "Maybe.." Pseudo grins. His tail raises, and it's point smashes into the floor by Lich, tearing open the metal like it was cardboard. "But I find it just convenient."

The Markior looks at Pseudo with narrowed eyes.. His Archonic body burning with light, he scans the room.. "So, you've done away with the others, Havering.." He whipes his hand over his arm where he was hit before. "Seems so much like a display of fear... Very well... Let's commence, demon!" His eyes widened slightly as Pseudo starts finished his transformation.. "As they say... Bring it on." He clenches his fists. Lich starts thinking, in the hope Markior can hear him: "Distract him, distract him, distract him, distract him.."

Pseudo chuckles, and tightens his grip on the Sepalaris... He closes his eyes, and the gold hands begin to rapidly fire off various elements and colors of Magik, bathing the room in raw power as if it was nothing at all. Markior narrows his eyes again as he hears Lich's thoughts, incidentally picking them up. As Pseudo attacks, he calls out, "Illusion!" Multiple images of the Grey Archon appear, some of them taking the blasts, disappating rather immediately from two or three blasts.. Soon, over ten Markior's encircle Pseudo. Lich thinks "Thanks", while he grabs the black gem nearby, puts it in his Mana storage, makes a mental note to give it to Astra, and kneels behind Tex. He mutters.. Lessee...

PseudoH drops his hands, raising a brow, he tightens his grip on the Sepalaris, then raises a hand from it. A black cutter appears on it, which he throws. All of the Markiors place two fingers on their frontheads, looking at Pseudo. The black cutter cleaves the illusions in two, then it vanishes.. Havering smirks. As the other Markiors disappear, the real one cries, "PSIONIC WRAP." A surge of mental energy dives from him into the ground, emerging underneath Pseudo.. Pseudo throws his gold hands out, pinning Lich to the wall. Lich feels for the Noch Tlaht's presence on the Mana Field... before he sails backwards and is pinned to the wall with a grunt. Pseudo walks up to Lich, chuckling, and his tail impales the yoshi. He swings back with the Sepalaris, and gashes Markior deeply in the face, who was trying for a rear hit. Lich cries out as the tail impales his own. The moment of impact makes Markior float backwards, head tilted to the side... He grins with a strained expression as a stroke of skyblue energy disappears from infront of his face.. "Psi shield." He whispers.. The psionic energy of the Psi Wrap finally bursts out of the ground like a pool of living water, and instantly wraps itself around Havering. It circles him, and starts to slowly leech from him, energy flowing from Havering into Markior. Lich tries to lift his right arm to throw the Boomerang, but finds it held fast to the wall... Pseudo withdraws the tail, and in a moment's time, without words, mockingly looks at the red vial of curative salve on his belt... He sneers at Lich in a "Don't you want it?" manner. In a split second, Pseudo backs off, removes the other hands, spins and gashes Markior deeply on the other side of the face. Lich follows his gaze and looks at the vial. He picks it up to put in his Mana Storage... Though at the last minute a gold hand shoots out, grabs the vial and drags it to him. Havering laughs..

Markior turns around quickly, and points his hand at Lich, speaking psychically.. "Lich.. hear me now." He dodges to the far left instantly as Pseudo attempts to strike him, but finds that he has succeeded, the psi shield having appeared too late, grey blood being slashed sideways. Even though the energy of the Psi Wrap is surrounding Havering, limiting his movement heavily, Pseudo's still fully capable of moving his upper body, kicking through the Psi Wrap in his movement. Lich thinks, "I'm listening". As he drops to a knee. Pseudo grins at the Markior. "Soon, it'll be only us. The Agent is 'Disposed', and your lizard friend is dying as time drags on..." Markior turns around, looking at Pseudo. He roars out and holds up a fist, three, four lightbeams emitting from between his fingers. "PSI PUNCH!" He flies forwards and strikes a heavy blow into Pseudo's chest, since Pseudo's enwrapped in the Psi Wrap. Finally, after an overload of Dark power from the Time Bender, and after having leeched *some, the Psi Wrap disappears. Markior twists around again, continueing his mental message. "I now realize what my power is. And you can use it as well as I.." .... "Tell me!" Lich calls out in his thoughts, barely dodging a crushing golden hand of Havering, which cripples the metal wall. Havering vanishes, and reappears on the other side of the room, free of the wrap. He slams his hands together and the air vibrates. Lich and Markior fall to their knees, grasping their heads in pain at the deafening echo Havering does not hear. "Nghhhhh..." Lich mumbles, gritting his teeth as he holds his head. Markior floats up, holding up his hands as he gathers energy, multiple bolts of grey forming from the air and floating into his hands.." Then his eyes close tightly as he falls, as if to a knee, the energy disappearing... He shouts out mentally.. "Left path..!! Right path..!! They.. all began at a crosspoint!!"

Resisting the pain from his ears, Lich stands and runs towards Havering... Pseudo chuckles and leans on the weapon. At the last minute he side steps and holds out a foot, tripping Lich. Markior opens his eyes.. And waves his hand sideways, a weak blow onto Havering's hands, not enough to cause actual harm, but enough to break the echo-like cast.. He floats up again and twists around, thrusting his fist out towards the time bender and opening it, thus firing a Grey Beam of energy towards Pseudo's face, while thinking to Lich: "The crosspoint is Total Grey! Use Lumina and Shade together, Lich! Use them!" Lich flies forward and skids across the floor. He flips onto his feet as he hears Markior's words. He seems to be in concentration a moment as he thinks to Mana Spirit, residing within him... "Is it possible?" Finally, he receives the reply of the Mana spirit. "The Grey the left path champion speaks of is ancient, going back to the beginning of times, back to where we never were.. It will be difficult, but yes, I will help you, champion of the right path."

Pseudo laughs heartily as he slips the salve back onto his belt. It takes a full vial to make long term effects mind you, and he loves the irony. He raises a brow, then falls in a split, dodging the blast. He grins, leaping to his feet. He smacks Markior with the pole of the blade. "Too slow!" As Markior falls back, his chin lifted up, Pseudo waves a hand at the Gre Archon. A brown fog envelops him in the "Nausea" spell. He suddenly feels violently ill. Lich brings his hands up, and calls upon Lumina and Shade...a circle of white and black lights surround him. Markior flies away from the time bender from the hit, his head flung backwards from the impact. He twists around as his fist lights up again, trying to knock Pseudo in the back. As the Nausea spell takes effect, his eyes widen as he erghs... he hits Havering, but not as focussed as he had wanted to. Pseudo falls back a good distance, skidding then getting to his feet. He shakes his daze off... Holding his stomach, Markior floats downwards distractedly, moving his hands in an old pattern. "Re... urgh... restore!" He calls out, small stars of white light surrounding him, curing him after a brief while of the effect, though draining his energy greatly..

Lich seems to speed up, firstly gesturing the Lucent Beam spell then the Dark Force spell, before pointing his left hand at Pseudo and clenching with his right. The sky around him shivers. Pseudo slips something behind his ear. No one can tell what it is, but he grins. "Right path..left path...USE YOUR Protoss abilities NOW!" He looks to the side at Lich* "What the.." LichYoshi watches as balls of dark energy start pouring in to Pseudo and as white laser beams start twisting their way towards him, the two Magik spells of the light and dark elementals causing a spiral of grey power. Markior opens his eyes wide, and casts recall, to appear behind Lich. As Lich's spells merge, he roars, and moves his hands together, then fires, adding his beam of Total Grey to Lich's combined attack. "PATHS UNITED!" He doesn't use his Protoss abilities, but of course, his newly enherited Xel'Naga abilities.. The Markior's blast goes through the middle of Lich's spiral.

Pseudo is struck, and is hurled across the room. He crashes to the wall, causing deep impact.. He stands up, and a soft beeping is heard... he laughs. Lich then reels over in pain, clutching at his stomach. He points to Pseudo shakily.. Markior widens his eyes in shock... He uses the saved time to place his hand on Lich's head. "Heal.." His energy starts to flow into Lich's body, slow but steadily healing his wounds... though Markior's energy starts to drain. "This is impossible.. He shouldn't be able to take such a devastating blow.." Pseudo waves a hand at the Markior... His heal disipates and fades. He laughs. Markior looks at his hand.. and clenches it. He turns towards Pseudo, rumbling..

Pseudo grins... "Psionic Damper.. all energy of similar waves is canceled in a fifty yard radius. Guess your grey power is still of the left path. So much for your little theory." Lich's eyes widen. Pseudo laughs. "Sorry, protoss, you can't heal now." He makes a mock sad face. "Awwww.." Lich clenches his fists. "Psionic...but not Mana..." He brings his hands forward once more and is replied by an orange light. Markior clenches both fists... "It appears Psionic energies still take up the majority of my powers.. I am sorry, Lich.." He roars, as a light beams from atop and his back arches. His Xel'Naga Cape and Shouldershield flare up as he enpowers his Xel'Naga strength to the maximum, his white and black-ish form turning into an even deeper Grey... "TRUE.. XEL'NAGA .. FORM..." Pseudo looks over towards Lich, his teeth clenched. "Don't be foolish boy!" He extends one of the gold hands, decking Lich in the nose. Havering doesn't seem impressed by both the Right and Left path champion's powers.. he knows he's winning.

Markior looks to the side quickly, and grabs the hand just after impact on Lich... His own hand starts to crackle with Grey energy, some of said energies hitting the surrounding walls... He slowly pushes the hand away from Lich... and squeezes... A spark flies from Pseudo's hand. He narrows his eyes at Pseudo.. Lich is forced a few steps backwards, and rubs his nose, crying out as the radiation saps his strength. Lich looks at Markior holding Havering's hand, and throws the Boomerang at Speed 4.9 at the Time Bender, unable to reach maximum. Pseudo gets clocked with the boomerang. BONG! "OWW!" He holds his head, then teleports to the other side of the room. Markior teleports along instantly, and is still holding Pseudo's hand after he teleports... He squeezes tighter... another spark flying from the golden hand.. *snap* *crackle* "My energy may be low, demon... but I am still of good health and strength."

Pseudo grins.. "Ok..now like with the warrior.." He twists around, and puts his hands on Markior. The Xel'Naga flickers the image of his usual Protoss self. Havering groans and the process starts to speed and assert itself. Markior's eyes widen as Pseudo places his hands on him, his eyes flaring up. His hand clenches totally shut, just too late to totally crunch Pseudo's hand, since it's drawn away in the process. Lich catches the Cyan Ark, and turns, throwing again. Pseudo looks to the side and one of the golden hands catches it before it hits. He looks back to his work. 30000 Volts rush into the golden hand of Havering as it's catched by someone else then it's rightful owner... Pseudo growls, but barely winces. He is accustomed to it from having it so long... However, Markior isn't accustimized to an electric shock of this strength, and narrows his eyes in pain.. "Re.. call!" He mumbles, a black portal this time opening *underneith* him, pulling him in and away from Pseudo. He reappears near Multex, energy and electricity crackling over his form. Pseudo breathws heavily as he sucessfuly reverts the Markior... Markior looks at himself, back in his Archon Shape. "DA|v|N you, Havering!" He rumbles as he looks at Pseudo, and clenches his fists, sending out another thought towards Lich.. "Lich, do you have any means of giving me more energy? As long as he has that device, my powers in any of my shapes except my Xel'Naga shape are useless.. And I'm too low on energy to power up again."

Lich shouts, "Let's up the ante then." He brings out his Zapdos, and commands it to Thunder attack the Boomerang. He thinks: "Look out, Markior, you don't want to be near this..." Lich's Zapdos, Thunder, flaps his wings before yelling a piercing cry, and sends a tremendous beam of electricity at the Boomerang, making contact. Its SRRT starts to overload. Upon impact, Pseudo lights up like a christmas tree. "YAAAAAAAGHHH!!!" Lich returns Thunder to its ball, and hears crackling noises. Pseudo leans fully on the Sepalaris, coughing out smoke. LichYoshi catches the returning boomerang. Pseudo glares at Lich... "Lizard...@#%$.." Lich brings his left arm out at full length, sneers, and beckons with the the fingers. Hearing Markiors message, he reaches into his Mana Storage and withdraws a bar of Pakkun Chocolate. He throws it to Markior.

The Archon catches it... He ponders on how to use this odd item, without having a mouth.. Narrowing his eyes, he cloaks, and for the first time since he was on Zolott, reverts to his Yoshi-Spirit form.. Pseudo shakes soot out of his hair and stands fully up. He reorganizes, concentrating a heavy barrage of atacks of Markior, feating on the bar. Markior's cloaked and has disappeared from the last spot, having moved out of range of Havering's attacks.. He consumes the chocolate, feeling his energy grow back. Pseudo pants, catching his breath, as he looks around. He pats his belt, making sure the vial is there, it is. As Pseudo attacks the temporarily invisible Markior, Lich takes the advatage to shoot a continuous laser at Havering. PseudoH groans, then deflects the beam with the Sepalaris blade, advancing rapidly towards Lich, the Spalaris swinging forwards. "I'm gonna tear you a new one!" Lich quickly turns off the laser and throws the Boomerang again, one hand on Thunder's ball if required. As Pseudo rushes forwards, he swings the sepalaris, knocking the Boomerang off course. He runs forward, hacking Lich deeply on the arm before envelopining him in the Nausea spell. At exactly the same time, Lich reaches forward and plucks the vial from Pseudo's belt.. he coughs and retches, bleeding from his arm. Pseudo's eyes widen, and he growls, almost foaming at the mouth.. Lich opens the bottle and guzzles down the contents in a shot. He throws the empty vial at Pseudo's face, before he reaches forward and vomits over the Time Bender's legs. The air is starting to distort...

Pseudo grabs Lich with his gloved hands, which begin to glow red. The excretion evaporates in the massive heat, and he burns his hands on Lich's shoulders. The heat increases. Lich cries out, and kicks Pseudo in a leg, his claws penetrating. Pseudo winces, but keeps the hands on. Burnt flesh becomes an evident smell. The air distorts more... Suddenly, Markior bursts back into appearance behind Havering, a loud roar echoing from his face.. He's back in his Archonic Xel'Naga form, and twists around, striking Pseudo in the side of his head.. a little *snap* is heard as the Psi-dampering device flies off of Havering's head. "TAKE THIS, KAKARU-DUNG!!" He roars, and charges up... before moving his hands in a pattern.. Markior roars out, beams of light emitting from his eyes.. "GREY.." The beams of light turn into a grey shade.. "ANCIENTS." A single translucent eye appears above Markior, and it opens. The moment it's opened, great bursts of crackling black and white energy are being send down towards the time bender. Pseudo curses as he is hit, sails back, and crashes into the wall. He sits up, face blackened, hair a mess, generaly very haggerd looking. "Infernal...lizards.." He mutters.. he loks up, and arches as the energy pierces through him.

LichYoshi grabs a sprig of Puipui Grass from his Storage, before wringing it out above his head. Pseudo staggers to his feet, and in a last fit of rage, deeply cleaves Markior, then Lich... Lich bends as he clutches at his stomach, bleeding through his hand. TheMarkior twists around again, his Xel'Naga cape, ragged as it is, fluttering around. He looks at Lich.. "Are you o--.." His eyes grow wide as he looks down, finding the Sepalaris through his middle, grey blood dripping from the wound... He moves down... "Raz'nagh.." He focusses on healing himself, losing the last bits of his energy as he turns around, though his energy is too drained.. He looks at Pseudo. Pseudo points his hands at them and envelops them in a fiery inferno, breathing heavily, raggedly..

LichYoshi lies on the floor to try to protect himself from the heat.. PseudoH pants leaning on the sepalaris. His eyes are half closed.. LichYoshi grabs a Round Drop from his Storage, opens it and swallows, the wound closing... He throws one to Markior. Limply, Lich rushes forward and swipes Pseudo along his side before running backwards. Sweat pours off Havering's brow. His face covered in burn marks, he heaves with every breath.. He staggers, readjusting his balance as he tries to regain his breath. Markior narrows his eyes... He places the Round Drop against his fronthead, a way of consuming it without a mouth, though he's only able to do that in Xel'Naga shape.. He waves his hand sideways, a strong gush of wind blowing the fires away from the ground to a corner, which lits up brightly. The room has completely widened out, metal torn out or molten, the area they're in now excisting out of multiple torn-open rooms and hallways. As Markior's wound closes, he dashes forwards at half speed, a Warp Blade appearing around his wrist. His energy is gone, so now he must rely on weapons and blows. He twists around as Pseudo is swiped along the side, giving him the opportunity to slash him with his Warp-Blade diagonally. Pseudo's eyes snap open, and he falls to his back. The Sepalaris clatters to the ground then vanishes. He weakly gets to his feet, wavering..

Markior moves backwards, drained of energy... if he had a mouth at this point, he'd be breathing raggedly.. "..." Pseudo looks ready to kiss the canvas as he points at both. A black sphere forms in his hand, then fades.. Lich runs forward and jumps onto Havering's head. Pseudo grabs at Lich, a bit disoriented. Markior grins weakly, eyes narrowed.. "Give.. it up, demon... .. Your end is... now." He mumbles.. His warp-blade flickers a moment. Pseudo staggers back and forth.. "Get...offa..me! Infernal...Lizard!" Lich grins weakly, and leaps backwards. He opens his mouth, and wraps his tongue around the entirety of the demon, then retracts. "AAGGHH!" The time bender yells. He groans, looking strained but standing. Lich relies on the old Yoshi expandible mouth as he crunches his teeth down on Pseudo's doubled-up form. Pseudo curses, and uses his last bit of energy to teleport, not too fond of the idea of ending up as an egg.

Pseudo reappears by the throne. He blinks, then falls to his knees... His left boot turns to stone. Lich watches on. Markior narrows his eyes... and then starts to weakly laugh. "Too close a call, demon.. I.. was feeling like.. demon omelette.." He gets up, hovering weakly, and charges his last energy into his warp-blade... he stands, ready to deliver the final blow.. Pseudo shakes his head disbelieving, still weary eyed... "No...I can't be..." He looks up. "NO!" Markior starts to move forwards, his blade held up... light starting to pour into his Warp-Blade as he moves towards Havering... Lich is still breathing heavily, leaning on an arm, kneeled.

Pseudo's panting for breath. "Don't do it... Markior...we can deal here..!" Lich looks at Markior, awaiting his response... "The universe!" Pseudo continues.. "I can make it ours!" He chuckles nervously. "Universe? How silly. ALL the universes! The MULTIVERSE! .... Just...back..away!" Lich looks at Havering. "I don't want the Multiverse. I want to go home." He looks at Tex. "I want everything back to the way it was."

TheMarkior grins weakly, grey blood having streamed down his face, the arm which he's not using hanging limp to his side.. He finally answers in his now shuddering echoing voice. "...Not all of us are power-hungry madmen, Havering.. Let this prove once and for all that no-one controls our destiny." He holds up his blade, it's hum turning into a higher tone. "Like you once said to me.. Ta ta." He rams his Warp-Blade forwards, driving the weapon into the Twilighter's chest...

The Markior retracts his blade and backs away. Lich watches as Markior drives his Warp Blade into Havering... Pseudo's eyes flare open, he bellows in pain. His hands turn to stone. He falls.. The Markior moves both hands down... his form flickers a moment, before he returns to his regular Archon shape, too drained of energy to keep up his Xel'Naga form any longer.. "Ashes to ahses, dust to dust, demons to stone. It is done.."

.... Pseudo's panting, slowly getting to his feet. "....Always...gotta..mess...up...my plans..." He seems to be laughing. "Well,...not today..lizards..." He laughs and points, Lich vanishes. "Outta...my...sight." Pseudo points to markior, and HE vanishes. Markior looks to the side, finding Lich missing. "Impossible.." He clenches his fists, then vanishes. Pseudo turns to the Agent, panting..

"Always is....you an me...Tex."
Multehx707 grins, bleeding from the neck.. "Yeah...wouldn't have it any other way.."
"You realize....this is the end for us.." Pseudo breathes, a trail of green blood from his mouth's corner.
Multhex responds, unable to move.. "Yeah...I figured.."
Pseudo forms a black portal infront of him. Wind howls from it, pulling the chair, and carpet in... I'm...on the way out.. You come too.
Multehx707 bellows something as he is pulled from the ground into the portal with the sickle attached.

Pseudo laughs, walking to the windows... "Shame..." He coughs up a wad of green blood, his leg turning to stone. He teleports all lifeforms in the ship but himself outside, looking remniscent. "If I can't have my era... I'll blow this dirt ball.. with them on it.."

AstraYoshima glances around. He sees Sirocco, walking away from them all. "...Sirocco?" Astra says. "See you at the crossroads, Astra..." Sirocco says, without looking around. "There's no place for me but here." ArkYoshi finds himself outside the Genesis, the Gantrithor II hovering above. Further away, Markior finds himself back near the Ganthritor high above the crater wherein the Genesis lies.. Next to him is Lich, fainted from Heratu's Syndrom..

Markior looks up into the sky... "My parents.. my friends.. tell me what I must do..." Infront of Markiors eyes, a small scene of his nightmare reappears.. The sky is black, the buildings are ablaze, and a single Yoshi is crying infront a half-torn statue of him... Then, the image of Tassadar, appears... "Destiny, Markior.. is what you see.. It's something no-one can avoid, not you, not Pseudo.. not anyone." He looks at Markior with narrowed eyes. "Destiny as you saw it will happen, though.. but it is up to the players in destiny.. you, Lich, Multex, and everyone you've gotten to know these last months on Zolott.. how destiny will unfold..." Tassadar nods towards Markior.. "It either will happen like this..." Markior sees the images again.. "Or.. it will happen like this." The same images appear again, with a small alteration. The sun is shining, and the buildings are fine.. plus, the single Yoshi isn't crying, and the Statue of Markior looks in perfect shape. "You know what to do.. Come join your friends and family, Markior. Destiny awaits. Make it a grand one.." Tassadar smiles. "Become.. the Eye of the Storm."

LichYoshi finally wakes up, groggy from the aftereffects of the dreaded Heratu's syptom. He looks around, and calls out, "Where's my brother?!"

PseudoH puts a hand to his head... "What..?! No! No...it's..all...changed..." With the last energy he gathered, he holds his hands out, the planet starting to tremble as time around Zolott starts to twist and turn... Earth lifts from the ground, trees whither away, as all light around the crater is drawn away...

Markior looks down.. and nods. The images fade away.. He puts his fingers on his head, casting recall, as he has appeared inside the now hovering Ganthritor 2. "Attention.. my friends. Evacuate the crater.. Run. Run as far away as possible. This ends now.."

Energy crackles up from the crater as Pseudo Havering accellerates time, then slows it down, and returns it over the planet surface, the planet starting to crumble... Hearing Markior's message, ArkYoshi takes one last look at the Crystal Blue sky of the Underworld before he runs. Astra runs as well, and together with the rest of the heroes, the crater is being evacuated... Lich realises what's going on... "Oh no, he's doing a Tassadar."

TheMarkior flies up, light engulfing the great Carrier flagship... Markior engages the thrusters of the flagship... and it steers towards the crater, the sky seeming to burn with the Carrier's heat... Zolott is about to break apart...

Raw power crackles from the crater as Pseudo uses up his last power... Markior looks up, inside the Ganthritor.. "I follow in your footsteps, my friend.." He thinks... The sky lights up with light as the Ganthritor 2 flies towards the Genesis, right towards the charging Havering... In a last mental message to Lich, he calls out.. "This is how it is meant to be.. En Taro Adun, Lich. When we meet again.." He roars, and looks forward.. the Carrier is almost fully underground, and Pseudo can hear a rumbling, soaring sound above him...

"Maaaaaaarkiorrrrrrrrrrr!" Lich cries out, seeing the great Carrier flagship fly into the crater, crackling with energy. "No! This is not how it's meant to be! Teleport now! We need you!"

Pseudo looks up, eyes widened in shock, he doesn't say a thing..

Markior holds up a fist, his eyes ablaze with light. "Die by my hand.. DEMON!" The carrier lights up and suddenly bursts apart, the entire form and essence of The Markior being assimilated into the blast... the blast the burrows itself into the Genesis and engulfs Havering.

Lich cries out, his form being bathd in the light of the sacrifice burst, lighting up the blankened skies. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! We need you! We need you! We..." He sniffs, quietens and relaxes... slumping down away from the crater as he looks.. "...need..." His head bows.. "...you..."

Pseudo screams in agony. The Genesis explodes, and it's remains vanish into the corrupted Rip hole, which fades. The air is still, smoke lingers in the air... Then, pure Light starts to beam up from the crater, before energies the size of houses start to pour from the crater into a similar portal in the sky, surrounded by clouds. As the energies are moved into the Rip, all is quiet... neither Markior or Pseudo Havering had survived.

... And all was silent ...