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Brisa closed her eyes, got to her feet, and let out a breath that felt as if it were her first breath in a lifetime not taken as part of a fight. "Yeah. How 'bout we all get outta here." Back home. If only for a little while.

Brisa wet her lips, as aware of the rapidly-dwindling time they had and the weight of this encounter as she'd be of a naked flame against her paw. "You've mostly known sufferin' and pain so far," she said. "But there're good things in life, things worth endurin' that struggle so as you can...

Brisa had a good idea what kinda shit was going through Starr's mind right now. Sure, they'd never seen much beyond power-lust outta Giovanni, but most of their enemies in this long, long mission had turned out to be... Confused. Alone. In need of help. Not the kind of evil bastard you could...

Brisa took a breath of what might have been air, were this space made of matter, and slow sank to her knees, and then into a seated pose. A meditation position Owen had taught her, one that helped remind her that this was no battlespace, but something unprecedented. That word again... "We ain't...

Brisa winced. The critter really was a kid, huh? She owed that moonbat bastard a hell of a drubbing after this. "We're hopin' we can help you," she said, conscious of the tiny soul's guilelessness. "It's important to us. We don't want you t'be in pain."

So, this was the soul of that corrupted Eternatus? How many generations had it suffered...? And was that . . . a Tree of Life? It had hidden in one, only to be petrified and then sundered, before its long journey to this dimension. What did that experience do to a mind? Brisa padded closer...

Brisa rediscovered stillness in the aftermath of the combat. 'Combat' didn't really feel like the right word for it. What they'd overcome, what they'd achieved... It went beyond that. A struggle for the soul of one small universe, and the fate of many. By rights, she should be dead, or in too...

Oh, she would. She surely fucking would. Brisa climbed to the apex of the battlespace, and found her moment. With the blessings of two warriors so like her – Blacklight-wielders, tempered by duty and defiance, able to strike with bright intent and dark feeling – she could be a living bolt of...

Dave was calling for help with his corruption. Good. He'd be okay. He could reach out too. It'll be okay. We'll do our duty, and it'll've been goddamn worth it. Brisa's fur burned again with Blacklit plasma and golden lightning, and she rose higher, despite the aching in her body, the...

Dave's Radiance billowed around her like something between the heady buzz of a strong drink and the feeling she got when she was a half-strike from bitiing the dust. Determination. This was what it felt like... "Ain't scared," she growled, flexing her free paw into a gnarled fist. "We can take...

She had to find someone. If she didn't fight, she could stay with everyone a little longer. She had to remember how to fight for real again, in her gut, in her soul. Get an equal answer for this wretched truth. Brisa strode through the fucking tangible despair, feeling as if she was keeping her...

Brisa's face screwed up as her combat instincts forced down the feelings. The rage, the sorrow, the terror. Shadows didn't work like that – you couldn't just ignore them – but her training was older than her understanding of this. There ain't nothin' wrong with you. You've done enough. You...

All three of them... Astrid, Brisa, Starr. They might not be in one spot, back to back, but they fought together all the same. They were meant to. And somehow, Brisa knew, they all prayed at once to the dragons of Cibus' virtue, their patrons, divine counterparts to the way they felt and...

Brisa set her sights once again on the nexus of Radiance clutched in the amalgam's claws. Her Shadows were their best weapon against something like that, so she struck, again and again, until it went down. Can't risk otherwise. Can't tire out. Can't fail. Together, they were weakening the...

Blacklightning enveloped Brisa, lighting up every part of her with an achromatic glow, and she grinned at her patron with gratitude and with enthusiasm. "I'll do ya proud," she said, voice reverberating in the darkness. There was a word she'd come to use often on Cibus. Unprecedented. Never...

Luz' internal brightness gasped deep as the dread lifted off her. Even Brisa's death, the terror of eternal life, nothing compared to that sense of doom. Yet she'd held firm, hadn't she? Even in perfect emotional blackness, she'd implored Brisa not to give up. And now... "Shine the way for us,"...

Brisa whooped at the top of her voice, calling defiance across the whole Null Realm. The creature before them was a screaming, clawed void, whose grip threatened to burst their very spirits. It would have them be powerless nothings, drowning in misery for all time. There could be no retreat, no...

"Hold yer fuckin' ground," roared Brisa, wrestling back her consciousness with teeth and fists and gut all clenched tight. "Trust Owen!" The five-part powers were back, as if they'd achieved nothing. There were apparitions in the battlespace that the combat telepathy told her would come for...

The Blacklight's eternal despair permeated the aether, seeped into her body, crawled inside her mind. "Fuck you," she muttered, hardly able to get the words out. "Fuck . . . y-you... Augh..." But she pulled her paw from Luz, and clenched it as hard as she could, though it trembled, and held...

"By all Creation," swore Brisa, the very breath robbed from her chest by the sight of their best efforts vanishing into insignificance. "That goddamn thing is fuckin' invincible." There was no way they could defeat it, not with the data Owen was passing through on the telepathic network. It...