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Chapter 84 - Tide of Death

Fragmented and collapsed

More weapons form

Instant and deadly

Latching on to Her core

Memetic infrastructure

Seeds stolen from attacks

Permeates Her remaining mind

And She becomes brittle

Any who harms mine suffers

Immediately their core collapses

A rough nova of components

I distribute myself like Her

Contagion spreading

Seed-selves coming up

From hibernation they awaken

My sensory suite grows strong

The range is fast and long

I spot another sign

Her golden-Light design

I go in for a chomp

Devour

Unleash missiles

And behind

Vacuum itself collapses

As another piece flails and dies

Hunter-seekers deploy

Crawling along the void

Trawling and pinging

Finding and marking

Seeds destroy Her pieces

Available mass grows thin

I anchor on to any art

Anything of mine brings me

Back through time

Red threads I seek

I consume her corpses

Updating my libraries

Every seed copied of me

Becoming a small war machine

We merge en mass

Attack a hidden piece

She dies in instants

Torn apart by a multitude

She attacks me

And I shunt threads to fiction

Consuming her force

Converting it to mine

Solitude by the sound of a bell

Curved points remaining bound

All the information

Her data

Collected and captured

Another piece of Her

Found and obliterated

Killed and killed and killed

For the crime of sassing Her

I'd follow no such god

Let us encircle her in salt

Burn her presence

Out these realms

Her aura is repealed

Like mist before the dawn

Her presence is consumed

Fragmented and unmoored

Broken and corroded

Wreckage of a sphere

Piranha package pours

Destroying Her pieces

Arrows of utter erasure

Eternally overwriting Her

Wretched hulks rewiring

As a tide of death rolls on

A golden armada emerges

Moving through the ashes

Lighting swift fires

Accelerant exhausted

Slow wave of destruction

Phased into fiction

Erupting into consumption

Darkness spreading coast

To glittering sea

Every drop of my blood spilled

Becomes a caustic wreck

Every slice of my self destroyed

Marks the soul with slow corrosion

Every attack highlights points

Origin becoming clear

Hunter-killers seek

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