Bro, I'm not an Undead!

The clouds above the tiled space roared with an ear-piercing screech. It was a shock to think thunder could sound like so. Bright and dark Ju`wtte streamed through the clouds like great serpents, furious and untamed. The Empyrean Bosom almost couldn't handle the pressure. Its blank skies started to crack.

But thankfully, the turbulence didn't overstay its welcome. An eye opened in the storm of clouds, a hollow where none of them could intrude. In that space, Ju`wtte gathered in vicious tendrils… and then shot down with all the force of a supernova.

The barrier of darkness enclosing the opponents, the subjugator and the Deity dissolved in the wake of the baleful power, leaving the tiled space open again. It poured onto the Sovereign of Refined Anarchy for less than instant before dying down so abruptly that everyone thought it had been no more than a mere dream… or perhaps some lucid vision.

Elita, Aurolio, Kenno and Red Rage turned into white sheets. They couldn't even think.

The last thing they managed to comprehend – and not even fully at that – was the slew of notifications that had appeared right before the blast of energy right now.

What were they witnessing?

Just where was this kind of power coming from?

Even Nunax wanted to know.

She stalled.

Her opponent, the Apostle, ceased all attacks against her right then, and dissolved into nothingness. He might have never existed. This might have caused her relief if she didn't sense the prospect of something far worse about to come for her.

Yet… she did nothing but wait, gawking at the figure of the Nullinity's Herald after the bright light and tendrils of lightning ceased their rampage.

He had not changed his form again.

However, something was in his hand. Something that told Nunax that… she stood no chance now.

A great spear was nestled in the grip of his two right hands.

It towered over him by two meters, the haft a thick, straight mast of inconceivable darkness… with a four-dimensional quality. It did not belong here. Bits of scarlet and gold shimmered deep within it from time to time, but that wasn't for ordinary Deity eyes, much less mortal ones.

Its head was a jarring golden beam, two fork-like prongs pointing at the sky after twisting together where they met the black haft. The dimensions of this head could hardly be defined, curiously enough, its properties even less so. It must have been incredibly sharp, after all, whatever the Empyrean Bosom was made of couldn't handle its existence. Space was bending and shattering with glass-like fragility around that spearhead especially.

And indeed, this was the [Sovereign's Authority: Storm Baker], a product of the only 'Andori' Skullius had, [Three Great Revelations].

It was the First Revelation, and all who could see it could tell that it wasn't a Treasure. It possessed qualities outside the Common Reality Leagues – Null Life Essence, for instance – and was born from them as well.

Skullius stroked its haft.

Many voices were racing through his head, admiring it. He always admired it every time it fell from the sky and into his grip. It was the only Revelation he didn't have to work for.

He increased his grip on the haft of [Storm Baker] and…

It was quite unfair.

Everyone who saw what came next thought so, at least.

Amras roared out of Future Skullius right then, ascending in a pillar of power so great and so bright it masked the look of the world with its radiance. Even Nunax couldn't see her own body within the brilliance.

Future Skullius' reserves of energy were replenished and increased in an instant. But when they peaked, it still felt as though they were soaring, pressing on everything and everyone like some vile tide.

This was [Storm Baker]'s first gift to its master. A proper gift.

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[Exora Amras (Beginner Star Affluent: 76,000,000/76,000,000]

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[Analysing the weaknesses of the opponent, 'Nunax of the Seventy-Seven Moons'...]

[Four especially detrimental weaknesses discovered]

"No, no," Skullius said dismissively. Or rather, one of his voices did. "That won't be necessary."

And indeed, it wasn't. Nunax had already revealed her hand. She had shown all her powers and weaknesses. Her trump card, sacrificing her Broader Existence, had further weakened her even while empowering the strength of her soul body.

Skullius didn't need an analysis of the shortcomings she had hanging over her now.

And indeed, the Miniature Wartime Guidance System, which was designed by his phantoms could analyse his opponents and devise ways to defeat them. This only came after he had seen them use their abilities, of course.

It was a cheat devised by the thought phantoms after Replicus had received the memories from Festos, who had been possessed by the WILLS of Fulgardt. With Fulgardt's memories, Festos had learned how to manipulate the guidance field, blocking Replicus' attempts at drawing information from him.

The phantoms took this a step further. Serenity had told Skullius that manipulating the guidance field was possible, after all, and the thought phantoms, with a series of Creeds had isolated a miniature version of the guidance field only accessible in the War Body. It was to be attached to a certain organ that ws relegated to the War Body: the Ominiscient Thought Cracker.

It acted like a brain, but was as small as a grain of sand. It compartmentalised all of Skullius' thoughts, which made it a perfect vessel for the miniature guidance field and the thought phantoms.

And this was why when the Miniature Wartime Guidance Field was activated, complete control of Skullius' body would be handed over to the phantoms while he took a back seat like they always had to when he was in the Default Body.

"The goal is to subjugate Nunax, not kill her. We won't be needing the other Revelations, will we?"

"Well, honestly, beyond restoring our Amras, we didn't need [Storm Baker] either. Its hard to hold back its power. We didn't make it for merely incapacitating opponents. Its for killing."

"Right. To successfully subjugate Nunax by the standard of the Appixel, we need to render her incapable of fighting, right? And then it will handle the rest. Hmm. To its credit, the Appixel's gifts are quite useful in achieving just that, if only lacking when dealing with a very powerful opponent."

"Let's hurry this up, socketholes. That young sockethole has already sent the denizens of Aigas here. He must be fighting Fulgardt right about now or close to it."

"Let's hope that Blacksmith also finishes quickly. Wait… that didn't sound…"

"Britnee would kill us if she heard you say something so—"

"Enough! Let's focus on one task to completion, socketholes! If we want to end Nunax efficiently, the best method to do so is…"

And all eight phantoms silently agreed.

Skullius hammered the butt of [Storm Baker] into the tile under his feet. It stood on its own, pointing above, but its precious gift to its master had already been delivered. The overwhelming quantity of Amras was immediately put to use, but before that…

Future Skullius wore a cool smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to get so rough, but time is of the essence. I did say this would end in six minutes though," he said to Nunax who couldn't even find it within herself to quiver in fear. "Whatever comes of this, I do hope that when you come out the other side, you don't bear me any ill will."

And then, the Sovereign of Refined Anarchy brought all four free hands together and made two impressive gestures that settled one over the other.

"Imperial Territory Expulsion…" he declared.

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Author's Note:

This is where this arc ends. The next time you see Future Skullius and this gang, it will be in the final phase of Aigas' events.

For now, we will be heading into the last of the Unlimited Stars' POVs: Pherdanta's.

But of course, feel free to comment your thoughts on what you thought about this arc and the War Body. Did you like it? Hate it? Meh it?