In the depths of the chaotic hell-storm of the negative dimension, titanic entities stirred and animated. Fires burned in the void impossibly, damned beings from a million devoured worlds and beyond howled before their oblivion, and visible energy ran and poured like water. Antis roared and fought in the ever-shifting recesses and grottos between the bones of planets long gone; immense shards or rock and raw matter, spinning and dancing over an abyss of raw power . The primal might of this sea of pain, of every angry thought, every feeling of hurt and rage heaved and spouted up, pouring up towards massive free-floating spear of obsidian.
In the recess of the structure, once a decent sized continent on some obscure, forgotten planet, you looked out a window at the domain and know satisfaction. You revelled in the crackle of fire and the despairing howls of those dragged here from other places. This was your kingdom; everything and everything in it was yours. And soon, so would be everything beyond. You leaned out and glanced downwards, surveying the upward rise of the gargantuan tendril of liquid hate. It had almost reached the shard of rock you perched on; soon it would envelope the stone, and the raw power would be used to force space and time apart, and than you would step through to the next collective victim of the Antis.
Retiring from the window, you headed to the main chamber, where the crude teleporter awaited. Other Antis sensed you and scrambled to flee, pressing against each other and into the slightest depression in the crude rock walls desperately. You ignored them for the most part, idly popping one into your mouth as something to tide you over on the journey. With your incredible speed, the miles of twisting passages pass quickly, and soon you leap into the main transmission chamber. A cylindrical metal tower of various alloys stitched and wired together, crackling with electricity, plasma, pain,and other fuels, dominated the room.
Previously the amount of raw anger needed to establish a navigable link between universes was extreme, and could only be opened occasionally. Now, you reflected impatiently, waiting for the power to build sufficiently, with increasing amounts of advanced technology being looted from taken systems, it was becoming easier and easier to send Antis to other realms. Which increased the speed of their downfall. Which increased the rate at which Antis could be spawned and dispatched to still more universes. Perhaps, one day, the conquests of the Antis would expand at an infinite speed, taking all before them and consigning it to darkness for ever. It could only be hoped.
A chill in the air and an inexplicable feeling of indignation heralds the arrival of your so-called Head of League Brunliaye. Well, child, are you ready for your first day-trip? He rumbled in your mind.
I spawned ready. You reply, resting the urge to leap on the older Anti and tear it apart, just to prove that you're the stronger. With difficulty, you reign in the tempting prospect. Soon. Remember, you are to go to the human world and reinforce the portal from that side, allowing our greater force to make the transition. You'll have one squad with you, other than that, you're on you're own. Do not dare to die until you've completed you work.
We've been over this a million times before, 'sir'. I know what's available, and I know how to get this job done. This world will fall. Outside, the tidal wave of terror surges up the sides of the 'building', infusing those within with it's ectatically wicked power. The teleporter blazes with black light, forcibly gnawing it's way from hell to earth, and you step through the tunnel, feeling the eyes of Brunliaye stabbing you from a million miles away as you emerge into
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