[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Schrodinger and the tattered heir clash. Some of the bystanding seths are sweeped up by the heirror's assult, forcing them let go of their forms.
Unfortunately, because Schrodinger had aimed from the side and left above him wide open, he is easily disposed of, reduced to merely his glowing scythe, which does not do much without hands to hold it.

The scythe clatters to the ground.

This signals the rest of the seths begin rushing towards the tattered heir all at once, attacking in a chaotic unison with their own less upgraded scythes.

There are pained fading cries as the closer attacking seths are slashed cleanly in half. The ground where they fall is stained red, despite the flooring being implied to be some sort of smooth tile.
Schrodinger attempts to regain the rest of his form. He reappears faintly on the ground, but his arm is lobbed clean off. He looks up at the assailant in silent horror.

Is this the end?


Meanwhile, Nil watches from the back of the crowd as some of his brethren are clearly doubledying.

Oblivion is calling his name, he might as well answer.
Nil dashes towards the sinister attacker, brandishing the unmarked gravestone in his hands, planning on using it to throw at the tattered heir.
It's made of solid stone and is somewhat heavy, but Nil seems to be strong enough to carry it, despite the speed reduction.
"Take me with you!"

[seth count: 501/520]

A dishevelled and wounded naksprite slowly phases into the dream dome only to collapse, dropping a load of null crystals at the entrance. He stares at the spectacle with vague interest from his floor resting place.

The creature makes another harsh, breathy grunt, aiming to impale a nearby Seth with the strike as it embeds its weapon in the ground and uses it as a point of leverage to lift itself off the ground and spin around the weapon in a sweeping kick meant to clear the immediate area. Despite the rage driving it and its barely comprehensible words its fighting prowess hasn't been diminished by its madness in the slightest: on a whim it turns from that calculated move, to twisting the stave to split the weapon into two halves, lunging forward when it lands from the kick to make a pair of successive overhead swings meant to dispose another Seth. It's practically a blur tearing a staticky, bloody swath through the crowd, destabilizing them with wide sweeping hits with either its body and unreal strength or its two weapons before picking through them one by one, seizing on the shock to decimate them.

The magic attacks closing in on it are either sliced through  by the wide trails its attacks make, or fade to nothing upon impact, failing to earn its regard in any real capacity. The dead Raines fair better at least, their attacks some of the most significant opposition it faces and it takes steps to accommodate, attacks growing more frenzied and howls likewise as it swings its weapons with with enough strength to parry the mace strikes it fails to sidestep, mustering some impossible strength to knock them back every time. Until something breaks through, finally, one Raine's vicious overhead strike making a clean impact that knocks its head downward, bringing an end to its attacks and movements.

But it's still standing.

It's still standing, arms hanging low. And now its pushing... Its pushing upward, against the mace bearing down on its head, to look the attack in its eye with its own cold, hollow eye, shudders running up its body from the effort. Like lightning its hand lunges forward, aiming to embed the weapon in its assailant and rend in an upward slash meant to tear them in two, static following in the weapon's trail should it strike true.
".... d o n t....... iNterFere............!!!!! D O N T I N T E R F E R E!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Static cries with it as it resumes its whirlwind of decimation, blurring a path of destruction through the assembled ghosts.

The ghost of Raine that had managed to land a hit, only to be cut in half, emits a sound of pure agony before dispersing into dust and eventually disappearing.
This causes a smaller group of Raines to attack with a more intense fury, regardless of the incoming flood of macaroni and cheese.
The others, however, start to panic before they are picked up by the other flying Kats, who are doing their best to rescue those who have been covered by the flood of macaroni.
Some of the others weren't so lucky and are swept by the tasty avalanche...At least, before a stream of rainbow strings pull them out, along with any others who weren't rescued by a Kat.
The strings seem to be coming from a set of crystals floating near the strange girl with the normal eyes.

"Whew! It's been a while since I've used these...Is everyone alright?"

Raine flies up with the plume of darkness known as Zwei.
"...I...I can't leave all of you to this kind of fate..."
"Are you sure you want to help us?"
"Y....Yeah...I...I will...But...But what about you?"

The soul of darkness floats over and rests on the hood of Raine's cape.
"I'll be right here if you need me."

Raine looks at the scenery, trying to judge how she can get to this mess...
"Wait...Zwei, where did you put my mace?"
"I...kinda lost it when we were fighting Omega. Sorry."

"...Nuts."

The macaroni has subsided and the remaining Seth's are scattered about, some on the floor, some without their form barely moving asides from bobbing gently up and down.
Mac, Jasper, and Marin are on top of the piano, thankfully only barely affected.
"I don't like this party anymore..." Marin shivers.
"This stopped being a party the moment that ass showed up here." Jasper looks out at the chaos.
"Man, and to think I thought we were finally safe again..." Mac sighs, looking towards the ground.

Meanwhile, what the fuck happened to Schrodinger? Is he dead or is he double dead? Only one way to find out...

[Seth count: yet to be determined]

FLord gets up from his cross legged position, and starts walking towards the heir, wading through the bog of mac and cheese.

He also appears to be glowing with aspect energy.

"No. No one else."