Draiss sighed, before glancing to the side, his eight strongest Death Squad constructs decloaking immediately behind the males. "My death is merely a possibility. And the kitsune species as a whole is more important than any one kitsune you can name. Even myself or Amaterasu or Inari. If our people survive, then I can rest easier, though if I do die, you can very damn well bet I took every last opponent with me. I have ten avatars that I can shift to if I die, so as long as one of them is left my 'death' should only be a couple of weeks.<br/><br/>However, perhaps I should tell you about my opponent, the same Marilith that killed me when I was mortal."<br/><br/>He told his story again, this time starting at the abandoned dwarven fortress that the surviving thirteen had battled to, going up to the battle, and who Verdelet had killed him. It had been a fight, and he cheerfully admitted that the twist that had blown her ritual circle had been a simple gesture of defiance. Unlike the last time, however, this time the story went on, how he had merged with a Beyonder, unlike Kyuubi who had simply been gifted with a bit of their power, he had a full on, living, intact, and sane Beyonder existing as a symbiotic life form with him. How he had spent the 300 yrs on a plane that he had destroyed as he and V'elen had tried billions of times to merge, dying each time, being reborn even as he died, a bit hardier, more durable, tougher. How he had been captured and drained by one of Verdelets' associates, trying to build up the power to break her free, until his companions/women had broken him loose, though not before releasing Verdelet. How they had been dancing around each other, slamming headlong into each other, each with a fury that would leave the previous, tainted Kyuubi cowering in a corner in terror. And how he expected the end battle to be, in the midst of Ragnarok, his army of constructs and creations slamming into Verdelet's.<br/><br/>He waited a minute at the end, before nodding to the constructs behind them. "Those are my personal bodyguards, the absolute best of the constructs, forged in battles against billions of beyonder shards and a dozen beyonder leviathans. One of them is nearly a match for a demigod, if the demigod doesn't use their divine abilities. Eight of them can give any demigod a run for their money, even WITH the demigod's divine abilities, or give a lesser god a good, light workout. Me and Verdelet are working toward this battle, two enraged dragons circling ever closer toward each other, even as we soar ever higher. No matter how this ends, at least one of us will be utterly destroyed, their Beyonder consumed by the other. Because I can not promise my victory, that is why I want you all to report to Amaterasu if I do die, but manage to take my opponent with me. Protecting me will kill the multiplanarverse.<br/><br/>This is a game of Morality with the capture of the King giving me a victory, but Verdelet capturing my king means I get one move to put her in checkmate. And I have already gotten that last move ready. She HAS to finish this game with a certain series of moves, to prove that she is the stronger pawn between the two of us. We are pawns on a Beyonder Morality board, at best. Whichever wins determines the fate of the multiplanarverse, for at least a millennia, likely a few."<br/><br/>He paused, before looking to the side, his kitsune form suddenly sprouting all twelve tails, even as his expression became one of sorrow and exhaustion. "You know more than even Amaterasu does now. At least about how this game between me and Verdelet will end. How it HAS to end."<br/><br/>He sighed, before shaking his head, and looking up at the males. "Any questions?"