Victor
Another form of TSU arrived to the scene, though appearing first as a small hair-flower, it's hair portion longer though than the others. Soon to this arrival however she came to with a different form to which also accompanied her was SAGE too in a new form. 

TSU's new form had numerous hands grasping her face. It looked something like her form before she went crazy here. This form didn't have legs nor a complete torso.

SAGE's new form was much similar to her usual one but had wings and a long apron adorn her.

TSU didn't speak for this one alike the one here before these forms arrivals weren't of good consciousness. She did however seem to agree with Xanthous's plan as she nodded towards him. TSU went forth to Edon with balls of flaming goo, throwing these balls towards him or rather teleportation them straight onto him. They then exploded with much force as if hitting him with asteroids. 

However SAGE did look distantly to a far away figure, a main self of TSU distantly orchestrating the others on their acts. She was still herself, not torn like the one who appeared here first. 

One of Edon's eye's should have spotted her by now, maybe even some of the others. 

This main self though began to approach the area, her features more visible now. She took a form similar to her original form, though her dress coated red and purple in some places. Her bandages torn and flesh seemingly torn as well. She seemed to approach Rav in particular. "One may-not bare longer as to such sights... Another shall shatter and be flattered... Binds may not be sufficient yes, one shall aid in this drearily for it needs action," She said almost to everyone yet no one. Her voice seemed much difference from her usual form's voices. It was almost... Uncanny.

SAGE went near Iona and reinforced the scattered area with small pebbles of something... These obstacles being sharp and small almost razor like.

Should a beam hit one it'd get split like an arrow. 

SAGE also brandished her arm to be a wooden staff, though she didn't use it yet.
Michael
Edon's body made no effort to hide its intent. It warped, contorted and slithered across space in order to completely envelop Pureman's body. The serpent's false head bit down onto Pureman's shoulder, fangs piercing through the pale grey flesh and forming luminous green veins as whatever vile toxins were contained within were injected into the God of Purity's body, only to be immediately counteracted by his divine biology. The fangs would glow bright white before shattering into countless pieces. A fate that Edon would soon share. Just as Pureman was about to counter with an attack of his own, it happened. The Serpent of Change shared with him a vision. A skewed, perverse reality where after this fight, TSU would go on to burn down the World Tree. Countless voices stitched and melted together in an infinite, concomitant loop within his own head.

It was poison. Poison to his mind. The mixture of two elements was against everything he stood for. So as the God of Conceptual Purity, this poison must be separated. Yet, it could not be. *'Why?'* He asked himself, *'Why can it not be separated?'*.
But he knew. He knew why. He just neglected to state it. It was obvious. He and the slug, much as he hated to admit it, were alike. Not in the sense that they had similar goals, or any kind of similarity in form or ideology. No. What they had in common, Pureman would keep to himself for eternity, lest the shame consume him entirely.

The visions came to an end. Pureman looked upon Edon's form with an unnameable emotion. Not quite pity, not quite hatred, not quite envy, not quite joy.
The malformed god toppled towards him; a tree that had been felled. Pureman knew what he had to do. He would end it here. The God of Purity need only impale the beast upon his pearlescent broom and the ritual could be completed. He should merely swing the weapon now, cleaving the slug in twain. He would end it in a myriad of ways to avenge his mother. He would stop this beast here and now.

Pureman alone would be responsible for halting Edon's rampage. He would get the recognition from the impure, he would gain notoriety.

Yet as the serpent fell...

**Pureman did not swing.**
**Pureman did not stab.**
**Pureman dropped his broom...**
 God of Purity caught the serpent in his arms and spoke a single phrase.

``"I know."``
Aaron
There was blue. A million particles of blue. Blue. Blue. Blue.
 Then, there was melancholia. It snaked through the air, licking the fingers and ears and limbs of every single deity who had joined this awful calamity. The air itself began to turn foggy. As spikes of indigo and teal and violet sifted between branches, the soft smell of rain accompanied a tall, slender form that was beginning to materialize amidst the unclear atmosphere. The whole world turned silent, and even the quiet sounds of rapid breathing went mute for just a moment. It was hard to inhale in such heavy air.
 The goddess of sadness was slow. Her eyes bore an innocent glare to them, unknowing of what had gone down and why everybody was fighting. A cold sense of pain that had previously filled her body turned her inside out, and suddenly, it filled the air. Just like the blueness. What was this feeling? It was only worsening. Observing as much as she could see through this icy smoke, her heart sunk lower and lower. 
 Those two words that she heard. They were two words that she had told Edon only.. Only hours before..
 Edon.. Was he dead?
 More blue.
 She was completely soundless, her feet hesitantly bringing her body to the middle of the storm: the eye. Wherever she stepped, a thick curtain of azure sheltered the tree from all the burns and ash. The only thing that was visible through the sheen was her eyes, which seemed to absorb all light as though they were two black holes.

All the pain... All of the suffering that Melancholia was eternally going through had been put on pause, shoved outside to all of those around her. Her gaze settled on the small, withered serpent in the god's arm. In the heart of the stillness, the goddess cried out. It was a blood curdling sound, completely awful, bringing sorrow and grief and depression to all those upon the upper branches, and even to those who were near them. She began breathing heavily, inhaling and exhaling as if it was something that she struggled to do. Her stomach dropped.
 No, no... NO. What had happened? What was this? It was too soon.
 The blue smog thickened, now fully encapsulating Edon and the god who held him. If her sunken soul could've been battered even more than it already was, it would shatter into a hundred pieces.
 Melancholia realized where this dreadful pain was coming from.

 Herself.

 But she didn't appear disturbed by this realization. Instead, a disgusting smile began to spread across the goddess's face, and her winged arms stretched. Maybe this was what she wanted: everybody to feel pain... Grief... Suffering.. Sadness. She shivered with frozen delight, coming close enough to touch the fate god's serpentine face. There was no more isolation, no more feeling different. Now, the agony was everywhere.
 And the goddess sickly enjoyed it.
 "Thank you, brother," She whispered. With pure white hands, Melancholia reached into his mind. Those indigo tendrils that had started this were present once more, slithering through Edon's brain and making themselves comfortable in the back of his ill headspace.
 "It's okay.." She murmured. Whatever was happening around her, she didn't care to understand it anymore. "Sulk in it... This pain.. This fate. This is not the end... No.."
 A bright, bloody blue tear fell from her face and onto the lively ground. It turned lifeless as the droplet landed.

"It's okay."
 Perhaps if she said it enough, it would become true. But even Melancholia knew it was a lie. This was over. No, it couldn't be. No, no, no. No.
 She felt herself almost disassociate from the chaos, her depressing spirit nearly drifting away from her ghostly body. But she stayed together.
 The power she had gained from everyone's sadness was vast, but her mental strength wasn't as.. Helped. She was going to use the last of it on a choice that would reveal a few more colors beyond her deep blue...
 
 Abandon Edon now that he had already done the dirty work for her, or stay with him and allow him to join her if he survived?

 The sound of the goddess's laughter was uncanny, unnatural. It didn't belong on this world. It didn't belong anywhere. It was unwelcome, unwanted by everyone who was unfortunate enough to hear it.
 "Thank you, my friends... For the show."
Michael
`"MOTHER LEFT US TO ROT."` *Edon screeches with enough force to pierce the realm, a howl of agony laced with a sense of betrayal. He truly believes Gaia has wronged him in this situation, overwhelmed by sadness and disgust for life. He questions whether it is his own fault or if someone else has meddled with his mind, forcing his hands to be bloodied. Remorse is evident on his face as he takes a moment to recover before the gods descend upon him once more, attempting to destroy him. The serpent has returned to his normal form, unable to sustain the rapid shifting and constant distortions. His energy is dwindling by the second, but there is still one God untouched by his mental abilities in close proximity, offering a chance to do something.*

*Though as he fell... He felt the arms of another, a redeeming quality. The deity that had caught him... Pureman, Edon would stare directly towards Xanthous as he felt the gods catch. Defilement, the so-called king of gods couldn't even prevent a fellow god from siding with the serpent. It begged the question, was he terribly wrong. Would fate march on to erase every other being here? The way he was holding the line, the damage was inflicting upon so many deities... The insanity of the situation may begin to plant doubt that Edon speaks the truth. That would be the end of the line for most, should it come to fruition. Landing in the gods arms and hearing his speech, Edon speaks out softly with a low raspy whisper to the god.*

`"I will be back to defend you. For together, we may right the wrongs of this grim domain. You only need to give me the time."` *The serpents head fully snaps and twists to face Abrielle in her fleeting moments, ready to put the nail in the coffin for the childish goddess that was sacrificing so much of herself just to try and stop his onslaught.*

`"This little serpent's actions speak louder than his words. Dear sister, you are missing yourself. I hope you don't mind the newfound scars. You look better with them."` *He smiles at her wounded, fading body with a drooling mouth, feeling the hunger creeping into his mind. The urge to rush at her is overwhelming, and he abandons his fatigue for a moment, allowing the hate and adrenaline of conflict to flow. They want order, he wants slaughter.*

*Springing beyond the gods, Xanthous finds his blast of fire scraping the back of the snake's scales, tearing a sizable chunk of him apart as the god lunges forward without concern for the consequences. Edon is furious with Abrielle and her words, but there is something else for the king of gods to worry about. With his sudden lunge, the bladed teeth begin to pull and retract, potentially ripping the deity's leg off entirely with tremendous force. Edon's mind is obsessed with killing the already wounded goddess. If Xanthous is wounded by his primal urges, so be it.*

*As Edon moves out of Xanthous' range, he attempts to imbue a subtle mind trick on the god, making it more difficult for further speeches and calls of heroism. The mental illusion is weaker than the one placed on Pureman, contorting what Xanthous sees from order to chaos. If successful, each god will appear significantly more feral, as though they are losing the battle and succumbing to Edon's change. It is an ego-shattering development that isn't true, but Edon hopes it will buy a little time or distract the god enough to allow a less thought-out reaction to his extended secondary jaw ripping away at the divine flesh.*

`"Allow me to show my actions once again,"` *He says weakly, running out of breath and stamina. He continues to rush at Abrielle with his sundered body and fractured mind, jaws fully extending to reveal millions of sharp teeth drooling with a strange fluid resembling venom or toxin. He opens wide and pounces at the wounded goddess, hoping to score the killing blow or devour her entirely. One outcome is preferred, the one that will shatter the mental resolve of the other gods, witnessing their sister being consumed whole, even if it is not true. The illusions surrounding him are discernible through the weak lack of divine presence, and the gods' beams shatter them like bugs on a window.*

 UNDER MY ALL-KNOWING... Sister?"

*He realises as he gets closer that she is truly gone, faded away entirely into irrelevance. He had charged at nothing more than her dying breaths, he had actually beaten one... That. That motivated him to keep going, his attention would turn towards the newly born deity that seemed to of lost their temper. Lost control... Whether she was holding it back intentionally, it had still come out. She was already failing her purpose in his mind and the satisfaction it brought was divine.*

`"Order... I will show both of you order. The grand order of fate, the cosmic intervention that binds me to this plane and will keep me here against your strongest wishes. You will not seal me... You cannot."`

*His ongoing momentum seems to reverse in an instant as it changes and he launches himself up and into the spiral of chains she is creating, coiling through them. Allowing them to intertwine with his scales and sink into the gaps. He tenses and closes the scales, crushing the chains but not without sending horrific shrapnel into his internals. More screams of agony, the movements becoming less and less planned and more desperate. He extends towards Iona and keeps his maw open. Attempting to bite the entire lower half of her form clean off. Meanwhile his tail flings a barrage of glass lower down at the remaining deities beneath him to try preventing any backstabs.*

*This attack was more bark than bite, at least the glass was. It was a distraction attempt. He didn't have the remaining strength to channel into multiple attacks at the same time. He could no longer multi-task. Even his speech was defeated. Showing no sign of dominance or control over the situation. He was riding the high of killing a god...*

`"You were born out of fear. Your entire existence is meaningless beyond me, so you better hope I make it out of here alive dear sister. Or Gaia will recluse you back into her roots."`

*A soft tone... Inverting the rage, soothing himself. Calming down, only to spite those around him. To change the situation, every other god was now enraged and felt the fury of this fight. Whilst he drifted on the winds of fate, gliding joyfully... Even the sadness was reclined from his voice. He was filled with a sense of peace.*

`"This is... Nice."`

*The god turns to Pureman once more, ready to continue on with his plans. The snake allows himself to fall. Parts of his scales and body falling off, splitting into essence that would soon crumble into nothing. Shrinking increasingly, barely able to sustain a size bigger than a scarf now. The usual ratio of orange – black had been inverted, he was nothing more than a thin orange outline. The entire rest of him consumed by black. Eclipsed... His eyes showed no hate, only a moment of tranquillity. Revelling in the anger of the others was only calming him. To be change was to defy the very construct of logic and he was showing that by subverting expectations.*

*Falling... Further and further.*

*The strange flaming balls collide with Edon, further splitting his body apart. He no longer attempts to block them, whether due to lack of energy or a different plan. He closes his eyes and reflects upon the sensation, his life flashing before his eyes for a brief second. It's a sign that his time is up for this engagement and that he must act soon if he wants to make a change.*

*The tiny snake weaves through the chaos of his siblings, free-falling from his attempt against Iona and gently landing on Pureman's shoulder. He coils around the deity like a scarf, combining their forms. Edon aims to act as a sentry for the god, defending him so that he may carry out divine retribution on those he deems impure. The one who suggested the ritual is now against it, and Edon's hope grows. He takes long, harsh breaths, still recovering from the energy he expended in the last attack.*

*He watches everything unfold—the walls forming to protect the fruits. His eyes no longer filled with malice but with understanding. He comprehends the situation, piece by piece, remaining calm amidst the chaos. It seems nonsensical for him to be relaxed now, considering he is going to die. Right? He had expected death, though the suspicion of it coming this day was long gone.*

`"I am a child of Gaia, just like you. You are my brother, and we are bound by her, shaped by fate. Even if I wish for a different parent,"` *Edon calmly responds to Haventar. His voice barely audible over the destruction, intended to insult the god's anger with his own calmness. The eerie contrast of Edon's ability to simmer himself at a moment's notice after such a violent outburst leaves even the gods of order struggling to maintain themselves. What hope do they truly have against this beast?*

*One by one, the beams are dispatched, Tsu's rocks, Haventar's walls, and Abrielle's sacrifice. The destruction is quelled, and most of the fruits are saved, although some remain damaged. Finally, after observing the outcome, Edon speaks to Pureman, now gently resting against him. He hopes they can find enough common ground to make this work. If his newly warped brother were to betray him, it would be heartbreaking.*

`"I will remain here, brother. By your side, a part of you. I will be your guardian while you carry out your cleansing. You must take them out. You must stop this madness,"` *Edon says softly, followed by more visions. The shape of the serpent distorts and shrinks further as he continues pressing insight into Pureman's mind, granting him a temporary vision of the fate Edon sees. Pureman becomes the second to see Ophelia, the small blue serpent, in this vision, binding and cursing the gods with Edon's help. There is distress in every single god as the light fades from their eyes.*

*A low rumble fills the air, and the sigils in the sky glow faintly white. Edon is charging up again, using this moment as a resting point. Another attack like the last one may not only spell doom for the other gods but for himself as well. If he were to kill himself, it would only buy them a small amount of time before he is reborn to cause more nightmares. Edon is fully aware of this and is intentionally expending his power to try and die before they can complete the ritual. Attacking him in his small state is risky; they may hit Pureman. He is putting them in a dire situation, unfavourable for both sides.*

*His own attacks will not launch this turn. He is too weak, but if he survives another round, he may be able to unleash a killing blow.*

*Then, a muffled voice—a soft, kind embrace of a deity. Melancholia is here. Edon's eyes flutter out of consciousness, almost succumbing to her misery, as if he wants to die in this moment. The fate that may come otherwise is far worse than even the grimmest of tortures. Surrounded by smog and gloom, it's a serene yet panic-inducing moment. As her voice sinks into his head, plunging the fangs of despair into his rotting mind, his eyes snap open with an incomprehensible rage.*

`"Dearest Sister... You will always understand me, you will always be the one I care for most... Our show will go on, even if you are the only performer."` *His voice reaches into her mind with a depressing hollow tone, he had given up hope, but he was also surrending because of this... Because of her, he knew she'd interject or do something stupid if this continued. He couldn't risk her being hurt for his actions, Edon at least owed her that. The voice reaches further into her mind and continues to speak, showing Melancholia a vision of Ophelia once more. Where to find her... How to make amends, she was a remenant of him. Even if he was sundered, she could still be found...*

`"Do not do something you will regret. Play along sister... I am the foe here, Help them. Get into their minds. Rot them from the inside..."` *Telepathically, he forces this message into her head. Trying to get any form of warning across to the goddess not to intervene in this. It was his fight...*

*The blotted-out light stops its spasming cycle of change. The air falls silent, and the world is left in the chaos of the deities' efforts to stop him. The serpent no longer contributes to the madness.*

`"Goodnight, deities. I have killed one of you, which alone proves I am better. You were a pathetic batch of foes, nothing more than mortals beneath my divine foot. Do better. Scum."` *Edon closes his eyes and rests upon Pureman's shoulder. The sigils all around them continue to charge, his fatal finale. Will they let him get the satisfaction of another attack? Will his words strike their hearts enough to cause a pause?*
Richard
"Fools! All of you..." Xanthous yelled out in rage once more, the flames from the bottom of his foot propelling him out of the mouth of Edon, thus leaving sizable chunks in his foot, all bleeding golden blood. Xanthous flipped in the air, landing lightly on the shoulder of TSU, practically weightless. Xanthous grimaced as he held his head. He knew it was a trcik, but he couldn't believe it. He even felt the urge to put down his sister, here and now. 

No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. That didn't apply to the other Gods, though. He cared not for the new arrival, and felt a minor pang of sorrow for his fallen sister, but the God was finally angry. He didn't care anymore, everyone would be brought Order.

Using his Godly speed (Xanthous had rationed much of his Divinity, like a smart God), Xanthous suddenly disappeared from the shoulder of his sister, moving at a speed that only a God could follow. Xanthous went up an up, leaping from branch to branch endlessly. At one moment, he was upside down, and he used this moment to create a distraction. Outstretching his hand, Xanthous summoned two discs with some sort of symbol, (Yin and Yang), he threw them, the discs homing in on Edon vaguely, splitting into a full 64 discs. With this, Xanthous dashed upwards some more, wincing at his torn right leg, until finally, he was high enough.

Xanthous twisted himself upright in the air, his eyes quickly surveying all of the gods before finally settling on Edon. He raised his right hand to the air. "*Mother* Guide me..." Such a whisper was heard by more of the observant Gods. This was the moment it happened, the moment it all clicked. He remembered it. He remembered everything about that encounter. About that man... He'd been going about this all wrong.

...
*"Be angry but do not be angry. Let that anger fuel you, but keep your head."* Said the man. *"Only then will you achieve Yin and Yang, the true enlightenment, and the state of balance."*
...
 It be known throughout the leaves to the roots to the realms, that I am Xanthous. God of Order and Chaos, King of the Gods. And I am to deliver you all from this Godforsaken place, you child of Gaia. Edon!" 

Words such as these were heard throughout the realms, booming. Even in the far realms, one could've faintly heard this speech, or perhaps just the name Xanthous. Suddenly, two swirling energys appeared inside of Xanthous' hand, one black, one white, they shot up into the sky, fighting for dominance, and grew and grew, until they were a ball of writhing black and white. In a size comparison, the Gods would be like ants to a baseball. Xanthous threw his arm down, and the ball followed, heading straight for Edon. It did not damage leaves or fruit, it would only damage Gods. 

 The damned of Gaia! I alone am the chosen one!"

Xanthous suddenly fell from the sky, heading straight for the ball. As soon as it his Edon, who was currently attached to Pureman, it would explode, but it would probably also give him visions opposite of the ones he had given Xanthous and Pureman. Xanthous pulled his fist back, and punched the ball with such force it would send most mortals' head clean off, and this gave the ball an added boost of speed...

Xanthous then landed on the ball and sat on it, adopting a cross-legged position, a look of serenity and peace on his face. Just as the ball got close, the writhing energies stopped to perfectly form the Yin and Yang symbol from any angle. It was time.

Xanthous smiled slightly. "Get out, TSU." He softly whispered. If Edon survived, he had a little under half of his Divinity left in the tank, so he could probably manage another attack.
Victor
The TSU of many arms and the one of savagery turned into thread leading to the TSU of closed eyes to which she absorbed their forms. While she didn't react much from the one of many arms, the one of savagery gave her many hair-flowers teeming with rage. 

"One of the tides have arisen... But not awaken in full... The one of Ashs still refuses to combine... We shall suffice..." The TSU form said, though seeming to themselves. She created a bundle of threads and gathered it at a point on two of her fingers, them being intertwined. 

She launched these threads at Pureman, they were rather thin yet strong enough to toss him. This leading to Edon in open for opportunity. This TSU then aimed at Edon with the two fingers again, intertwining them. The strings they had now detached. A column of cones forming to where she pointed at, Edon's forehead. 

"Inopportune to shatter you... Edon, we shall tarnish your body instead." She said before releasing the column into him. These should hit for harder than the prior attack she thought.
Nu
Iona glanced towards SAGE as she took up a defensive position nearby. Was she intentionally trying to help her in specific? It seemed like it might be the case. The other gods thus far hadn't seemed the most... Reliable. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to her before refocusing her attention on their foe. There was so much happening around her that it was almost too much for the newly born god to keep up with.

She listened to Edon's constant speeches, doing her best to ignore him. He was in a losing battle and knew it. So long as her mind wasn't actually rattled, she would win along with everyone else. She was glad at that moment that her current form didn't even have a mouth - she didn't even need to resist smiling. She was sure that Edon, as well as some of the other gods, had assumed that she had given into her rage.

**"Typical..."** Her voice echoed out, once again eerily calm as she watched Edon dodge and weave through her attack, coming right for her.

**"Of an animal, that is. Is the scent of blood really all that it takes to draw your attention? How could a beast be deserving of godhood?"** She asked, sounding almost chiding in tone. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Edon open his maw wide and attempt to chomp right through her.

With a sudden burst of speed and an explosion of light, she slid out of the way. She couldn't help but feel smug as she watched the other god sail past, though she had to remind herself. He was in a very weakened state. These were the last movements of a dying god.

As the fight continued it only confirmed her beliefs. She didn't need to do much at this point - the fight was won.

She tilted her head, watching Xanthous carefully after he yelled out. The presumptuous god that had attempted to order her about earlier was awfully noisy, wasn't he? A god of order **And** Chaos? What sort of nonsense was that?

It was as though everyone around her enjoyed being a contradiction.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Xanathous' flashy attack dominated her vision. It was impossible to miss how much sheer power was packed into the attack - it would be best to back off for now. Even if she didn't particularly like the unknown god, she had to respect his power.

Or at least, that's what she wanted to do. SAGE it seemed, was staying in place. Was she about to abandon the only one that had shown her favor during this entire ordeal?

Of course not.

She flew right for SAGE, throwing up a barrier similar to her last in appearance, though much more small and compact. A sphere of golden energy encapsulated the both of them, ready to stand against however much of the explosion managed to reach them. Hopefully it would be enough.
Michael
So he did not. Pureman took Edon in his arms once more, clutching him close to his chest. The serpent was too weak to move, and that was what he needed. As Pureman grasped the serpent a clear, crystalline substance began to form around Edon, **Ensnaring the God of Eclipses in a crystal**. Even as he did so, the discs spun towards him, slicing into his back. They tore his cloak to ribbons, lacerating his pale flesh as they bit into him. Each disc spun at a different angle, slashing into his arms and legs, his neck and back, each impact sent a shockwave through his body and into the ground. Each disc causing a fresh splatter of grey ichor to paint Gaia's leaves. All sixty-four discs impacted him, carving into his body. After a short moment of impalement, they would turn white and shatter, much like the serpent's fangs from before. The wounds still remained, but the discs were gone. Chunks of Pureman's flesh littered the branch, some still bearing the triangular marks from his skin, tattered strips of his silver cloak floated down to the roots of the World Tree.

**Yet Pureman still stood, holding Edon to his chest.**

He stood upright, grey ichor still leaking from his gaping wounds. The three-eyed god put the crystal containing Edon aside, looking up at the swirling ball of black and white rapidly closing in on the branch. Now was not the time to test the extent of his abilities. He had no use for the egocentric speeches of his supposed brethren. He had no desire to give one. He just needed to stop Xanthous' orb. A composite attack of black and white. *Two concepts, intermingled.* As the orb was within arms reach, Pureman held out both of his hands...

The orb stopped mid-air, but it was still fighting him. He felt himself being pushed down by it, sinking into the wood of the branch. He felt the splinters puncture his feet, he felt his hands begin to burn as the orb spun, singing his godly flesh. His wounds had weakened him, yes— but he would not forfeit so easily.

He pushed back, grey blood spurting from his wounds as he strained from the effort. He could feel the branch creak under the pressure, but he would not let go. Edon needed to face consequences for hurting the Great Mother. Killing him now would not give him any form of permanent punishment. An impact of this force on the branch would snap it like a twig. Pureman could not stand the idea...

...Of his Mother being hurt.

Xanthous may feel a sudden shift, a rumbling from below. The orb was pushed back slightly. Then slightly more. It was being pushed away from Edon's crystal *And* The branch. Slowly, uncertainly, but making progress... Was Pureman. Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill; a true expression of divine punishment, Pureman struggled with every motion he made. A veritable sea of grey blood poured from the depression in the branch that had been punctured from Pureman's resistance. Yet his wounds did not seep with ichor. He continued to push, struggling against the orb of Yin and Yang.

He walked upwards, using the air as a hill to push the orb away. Once it was a good few meters away from Edon and the branch, Pureman used his Divinity to perform an act that only one such as him could. A God of Purity.
Gripping the orb tightly with both hands, Pureman's fingers crackled and spat as the flesh began to cook... But something else crackled along with them. Countless silver sparks emerged from his skin, streaming into the orb...

**Pureman gave an almighty heave...**

...And the Orb of Yin and Yang split in two.

The twin hemispheres of the severed orb hung there for a moment. One composed of raw, unfiltered chaos, the other of perfect order. Neither could exist in a vacuum without the other. They fizzled out seconds later, leaving a cloud of pale mist that smelt like ozone and feng-shui.