[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Dylan and Mimi find the portals, thin line tears in space liable to open at any moment, are scattered randomly through a few feet radius of the space the heir used to be occupying. Invisible for the most part and some open they hang in the air, and the pair's efforts reveal them to be constructs of void to some degree, portals all linking to a singular alternate dimension. Troublesome and able to open at a moment's notice they made ranged attacks, and even focused attacks like FLord's punch, a gamble liable to be thrown back to the attacker, but it seems they exist only in that radius, and the radius of the path the heir took in its charge of Niki before. For redirection it can only rely on them when it itself is in that radius. But for now...

Right now the Heir is closer to the group, on the heels of that failed pincer attack. Snarling it whips its head to Katie, Micha and Nora, gaze following Micha when she vanishes and eye narrowing when she brings her weapon down and...! Splits the orb in two!

"Stupid girl... What do you think it's been doing, all this time. Your blade cannot end natural phenomenon."

The two orbs split in separate directions, each flying fast and free as the empty void, the Furthest Ring in their wake, turns... lively, somehow. Rainbow sky rather than black void, clouds, spectral scenes playing out in patches of space before fading to others, or away completely. Around Micha, like a changing film reel the scenery blurs. From the outside, nothing but mist obscuring any view of her. On her end, sweltering heat. Stalactites hanging overhead, a sea of lava below, more waterfalls of lava emptying into that chamber she suddenly found herself in and bringing the levels of that viscous stuff higher by the second, a gap in the ceiling above her breaking to deposit another waterfall of lava from directly above. What or how this place came about, its impossible to say, but the heat tells her if she doesn't act broiling is the best death she'll suffer. That's if the gattling round of weapons springing from thin air don't impale her first.

Down below, the Heir brings its gaze back down to Nora, bringing its fist down on a wicked swing that pummels the ground harshly enough to call up a wall of debris and dust to obscure its immediate area from view. Moving too fast to stop she sails into that cloud, and with her eyes no help the only thing she would hear would be another thwack indicative of a ground pound attack and a duller sound before a slab of rock rushing down her flight path from the other way. Outside the cloud, two of those massive arms end their pounding attacks and close in on the the barrier to rain a series of blows on it directly, ground shaking with every impact as the part of the group working that shield struggles to stay on their feet.

"Rivers!"

"G-Gah... I'm okay! But, we can't take much more of this, Falks! These hits are brutal!"

Cynthia wheels around on her backfoot, swinging her arm wide as she faces those hanging back, buffing, or acting to whatever end.

"Second defense squad, get on refortifying and keeping this thing up! First squad back up to recover, healers on them! Aw... Screw it, third defense squad, help out second! We can't afford to falter here!"

If they can't keep it up that just leaves the 4th... And, whatever recovered we can salvage from the first. Those two are some of that group's strongest but we didn't even have a chance to do much beyond peak their health before they rushed back in and now...

Falks bites her thumb hard enough to call up a drop of blood.

Damn...

Meanwhile, Ikin appears to have been... Completely ignored. As if the Scourge either hadn't seen him or hadn't cared.

The Smith opens the door to the dome, a confused prospitian delivery guy outside. The smith begins to survey the area, glancing at the flashing images, protective barrier, and the obscuring mist, noting the /feeling/ of the magma flows within.

"I told you that you wouldn't want to see this."

Raine holds on to Thoren's hand tightly, but not too tightly as to crush it. She's a little frazzled from that near-death experience...But she's glad that she's still standing.

But...who is this stranger that just walked to them...What were they talking about? Why did they have similar horns to him?
...But she bets she could probably ask these later...There's more urgent things to worry about.

But what can she do? She's filled with determination, but is discouraged from her previous attempts.

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Leaving his androids to whomever will take them, Eniar floats away from the castle and away from the fight, and puts on his glasses.
He follows his colleague, but not too closely...Just far enough.

With a wave of his hands, he takes out an ornate sniper rifle. He positions himself takes aim for his aimless fool of an acquaintance.
He's tired of this fool, and the fact that he's pretty much committed Treason...
The traitorous wretch should die a dog's death.

Judging by his trajectory, he should shoot....Now.
A bullet inspired by pure hope streaks across the sky towards Ikin.

Zowera Careon, the Knight of Space, nods. He creates a portal in Space next to Nora, and one on the wall in "Micha's" dreambubble.

Micha wearily floats out of the heated room through the portal. She pushes through and goes quickly to Nora. She grips the rock and pulls with all her might, lifting it off Nora and gets her through the portal as well. Micha stands there with the rock over head, the rock beginning to be eaten into the ether by quickly fading lights.

Micha moves to Nora's side and holds her.
"Are you alright?"
She says a bit worried.