Name: Lovecraft Would Love This Rank: S Type: Good Participants:
Summary: As they get close to the end though, a massive hand pushes through the portal, forcing it wider as the entitiy climbs out. They realize they're standing in front of Dark God Malum, and their only hope is to hold back the god with whatever magic they have, push it back long enough for Alisa to finish closing the portal. In the midst of battle, Alisa and Sofia grievously wound the god, forcing it to reel back while ALisa closes the portal, cutting off the god's arm in the process. Others: Does the quest involve other non-player characters? If so, mention them here. Enemies:
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“I think… I think we did it babe?” The sight of the portal seeming to destabilize and diminish something which Miss Serena seemed to certain welcome, the emerald eyed enchantress looked to her lady love and let loose a breath of relief now that she knew that the job they had come her to do here was now done, and squeezed the mitt of her mate happily as she realized that the long road which had brought them from their home finally seemed to be at an end.
“It's finally…!” Huffing and smiling as a tear or two joyful relief seemed to creep from the corners of her eyes, the beryl beauty glanced back to the rift in space and perhaps time as well just to confirm that everything had been taken care of, and perhaps regretted doing that almost as much as she did accepting their victory. After all, the universe did so love to surprise them, right~?
“What is that…?” The siren certainly feeling no shortage of surprise as a strange and dark thing seemed to thrust itself through the opening at what was probably the very last moment, for a moment Sofia could barely believe what she was seeing before her as such a large object of mystery seemed to warp and distort before her eyes, for a moment it barely seemed to have any shape at all before it finally seemed to divide and branch and take the form of something which almost looked like a claw. Though the size and the strangeness of it certainly seemed to spell out the idea that it was like none of their world.
“Is that… A hand…?” Instead such a protrusion seeming to defy definition as it formed into fingers which seemed to writhe about like the arms of an octopus which was being bound only by the trunk from which it bloomed, the latter seemed wedged within the rend between dimensions and thankfully finally seemed to quell the transfer of those innumerable imps, yet there seemed to be no victory in that fact. Instead it seeming that the endpoint was only further away as those dark digits seemed to flex and a large and glowing eye opened on what would otherwise be the palm of the mitt, the witch of the water could only shiver as she looked toward something which seemed to look back at her, and see so very much as it did so…