Drakador_Chaos
The hum of the time-dilation matrices do not seem to calm him. Prime turned back to the large pillar of code that was flashing between colors, constantly demanding his attention. Perhaps, after all this time he can finally muster the processing power to convince himself of an orderly way to stabilize the situation.
Prime blinks to the glowing pillar and proceeds to write on it, typing line after line of cryptic, pixelated characters that only he knows about - Technology-based runes of a sort - only to erase them and try another string of symbols. Unfortunately, this just leads to the same problem Prime has encountered before - there isn't a solution he was "happy" with. In an almost depressed manner, he produces and reads a crimson manuscript - a catalyst of communication sent by the Warlord of the Hunter fleets himself... A cryptic hint on the intended end of this "event." Prime studied it for a moment more, wondering, guessing, assuming...
...There was just not enough information for another solution. This feels right and wrong at the same time, glorious but harrowing, victorious but defeated. It seems the only choice was indeed to involve himself. He remembered Window-Null's warning, the reminder that he was just the Avatar of a God, a facade that can be destroyed at any time. Of course, it will be very hard to do so, but this... new universe... how can it be so brutal?
Prime puts away the manuscript in a sub-dimensional storage pocket. He enacts a few gestures which forms a few translucent symbols, which combine into a spell. Soon a mirrored copy of Prime appears before him. He nods to the copy, who nods back. The copy then starts glowing, the eyes burning with bright red fires and a set of celestial, artifact-like objects appear from behind it and form a set of futuristic wings. A small cantrip appears and extends itself to become a Staff, infused with about 700 Terra-volts worth of electrical energy.
The Battle-ready duplicate disappears with a blinding light and a thunderous boom, while the original Prime returns to the large pillar of "code" and types once more - hopefully for the final time on this certain pillar.
"...Resonant-Discord charge is at 55%... I hope I don't have to see what it does."
The Dimension of the now-annihilated Proxy shrinks slightly and begins retreating, the entity inside it somehow afraid of a singular being... which in truth isn't so singular after all. The Subcores, still heading towards the Proto-Core, begin charging multiple weaponized systems...
Getting the area denial systems ready!
Psionic missiles loaded
Hacking protocols on standby
Rift-folding fields awaiting confirmation to fire
Getting the Slave-AI kamikazes ready!
All weapons ready for alpha-strike
Temporal destabilization fields charging up
Guys, hang on! Do you feel that...?
All the DC assets just completely stop, suddenly, without reason. Some sort of buildup occurs near the Proto-Core when suddenly...
BOOM!
Like a sudden surge of lightning, a figure appears before the opposing Avatar. The figure seems just as imposing as the Proto-Core, a pure white avatar with fiery red eyes and arcane-looking mechanical wings, segmented heavily and bonded by bursts of electricity. It seems to "hold" a staff with two ends emitting high-intensity electrical fields, supercharged with all kinds of energy, including psionic, rift and... warp energy. Sufficient thought was put into the mirage - this avatar seems to know that contact with warp energies can be damaging if not adhering to the correct containment procedures, so it is psychically projecting hands and fingers holding onto the staff while the main body of the staff, which is acting as a resistor for this overwhelming amount of energy, is actually being controlled by miniature gravitational rails on the avatar's physical "arms."
it has pre-activated a very imposing psionic mindshield and is covered in an electrical field. Large energy signatures are being transferred into multiple combat systems in this Avatar, much to the same vein that Galvanic-Aether is coordinating the subcores within its frame. However, the Avatar is just standing there glaring at the Proto-Core, possibly waiting for any reactionary retaliation.