The declaration of resistance was fine, but at the end of all things, even the concept of hope was dead and most likely had been eaten by these creatures.
Victorious Genesis glanced at his companion, an invisible message passing between them. With a roar, he rose up into the air, dragging all the descending insects with him and leaving his companion a breathing space.
"Genesis Nova!" he roared as he sacrificed himself again and detonated his core, pouring everything into a technique that defined the concept of who he was.
His body unraveled to its foundation as profound agony ripped through him as if he were a mortal thrown into a cosmic storm.
In the midst of his death was laughter as Genesis Nova bloomed, a cataclysm of unbirth that erased countless trillion horrors, pushing the tide back just far enough to give the Primordials below a chance to catch their breath.
