[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Slowly, slowly, the plume of darkness known as Zwei makes it outside with the others. It falls to the ground and sits there. As much as she's strong enough to project an image of herself...she didn't want to.

"Raine...I hope you're going to be okay...After all the shit I caused..."

There was a certain...hollow tone to her voice. A sense of a lack of emotion.

She doesn't even notice the bird pass by.

The storm of weapons batter the area relentlessly, blades, shovels, lances, scythes, morning stars and maces, wands, an array with seemingly no end in sight thrown without care but numerous enough to bring about shudders in the dome's foundation as they sweep the area slowly. The scourge watches it all with a blank expression, eye falling to Raine when it notes her charging in regardless of the sweep crossing her path. When she makes it through, defense aided by Nora's ward, it wordlessly keeps its gaze on her, drawing its weapon in one hand not out of shock but some obligation. It's ready for her, doubtless, but not for the burst of speed she suddenly puts on with those wings, and it swings its arm down fiercely to try and intercept but the reaction isn't fast enough. Cleanly, head on, she manages to nail the beast in the gut, with a strike crushing enough to bring up a cough of static and send it skipping the ground like a ragdoll before crashing into a pillar with a heavy enough impact to call up dust and debris.

The storm of weapons taper off to almost nothing shortly, the tears in space pixelizing away from the bottoms up. For a moment, everything is still, the chaos coming to an end and making way for calm. Nothing moves.

It doesn't last.

An oversized gathering of hooks resembling a hand spring from the rumble, drawing the tattered heir by the shoulder like a ragdoll. Flipping in midair it comes to rest on its feet in a slump, one arm at its stomach as it looks at Raine squarely. The other clawed appendage on its back mirrors the one that drew it from the debris, both propped on the ground as it crouches.

"Not yet.... not without him."

The ground below them cracks as the hands exert some tremendous force, launching it with dizzying speed... Not towards Raine, but just a little to her left, one extended in an attempt to clothesline her. Digging into the ground as it passes by it halts the heir's flight, the other coming down from above in an attempt to smash her into the ground. Then the other, as the two limbs rain a series of crushing slams and slashes without rest.

"get in my way........ and...... not without you."

Raine was pleasantly surprised from the attack actually connecting. Granted, she had a lit of help, and she was grateful for that.

She keeps her eyes on the heir, her serious expression unwavering.

A strange familiarity to this situation surfaces. Fighting against something indescribably horrifying, with powers she can barely conprehend.
Ah, yes...Her first face-to-face encounter with Chronos.

But this time, she's not going to stand there in fear. She's not going to run.
She has friends right behind her. She has her life ahead of her.

She has a reason to fight, beyond just simple revenge. She has people whom she loves and they love her in return.
She wants to make sure that they're safe.
She will hold back her fears, her doubts, for their sake.

"I'm going to stay in your way, no matter what. Only one side here is leaving this battle intact, and I'm going to make sure it's going to be mine."

As the heir flings themselves over to her with their desire to kill, she grips her mace and swings it to defend herself. Despite the fact that her crutch is gone, she tries her absolute best to keep up. It does well, but she can already feel herself grow tired...She had to make this quick...She had to find something before she loses all her strength.

The Kats outside can't do much aside from pray. Praying for a sign, any sort of sign.

And deep below, Antheia simply watches as the events unfold. She can't help but worry a little, but she knew she couldn't give in to the feeling of despair brewing at the back of her head.
What of the enemy back up there...? Has it killed off the rest...? Are they still holding on, trying to prevent that monster from destroying everything?
She couldn't tell from down here.

Just as the seths are about to exit the dome, a blast of energy knocks them down from the outside. The bubble membrane right before the doorway had opened for just a moment before closing itself back up.

"Agh, what the fuck was that?!"
"Not safe, that's what."
"That's the last time I trust a fucking bogus carrier pigeon."

The large group of seths block the hallway in an awkward pile.

The tattered heir swings its weapon in an upward cleave, knocking FLord's strike aside with ease. The dark limbs springing from its back continue their pummeling of Raine seemingly independent of it. Two on one... But those work with a relentless will behind them that barely takes its attention. That, or the creature's ability to multitask is on another level, it lunging forward with a quick stab meant to impale FLord as one of the claws rakes the ground, aiming to grab Raine and lift her high into the air before slamming her violently into the ground.

"no."

Down below, Thoren's projection falls to the ground, just barely catching himself. His soul stays locked in the center of the room however.

Probably safer that way.

His projection gets back up, and notices the Kat in the room.
"...how long have you been here and is Raine still in danger?"
He fills in the rest of his form with proper color in an attempt to appear solid. His eyes are slightly faded, but not quite blank.

This is really weird. Is he considered alive or not? He's still unsure. His engine is still working at least.
The main screen is currently dark with the words "sleep mode" on it.
The glowing thread connected to his soul seems to be resonating.

It doesn't seem to be reacting to Alpha Seth however?