Post by Marimba on Oct 31, 2023 22:58:36 GMT -5
Marimba had done it. With the help of the Mazoku clan's brightest warlocks and the alignment of the planets, he had managed to astrally project his spirit into hell without using any guiding candles. His time here, however, was limited. His purpose was to locate the soul of Gandigan. All the seneschal needed was closure: one last short conversation, one last battle. The mutant was on the cusp of breaking his limits, and at the height of emotions, he could even draw out that power Gandigan had once displayed. What he needed now was someone capable of helping him master it. Then and only then could he be confident in presenting himself as the new king of the north.
There was only one day's worth of mortal time to work with, and most of that time had already been spent tracking down his target. According to the rumors of the underworld spirits, a Namekian had been causing a bit of a commotion in Yemma's domain before ending up in the ashen mountains. Hell was a vast place, however, and that extended to each of its respective areas as well. Even as Marimba rocketed through the skies of the ashen mountains focused on finding Gandigan's Ki signature, nothing was turning up.
Time was running out, and it was looking like this whole expedition was destined to be fruitless. It was possible that Gandigan would not want to be found, even if they knew he was being looked for. But Marimba had one last thing to try before accepting that. The Mazoku traveled to the top of the mountain, where he and Gandigan once gathered together and defeated Amon.
With a bloodcurdling shout, Marimba's body unleashed a devastating and uncontrollable dark aura with matching onyx lightning, his body appearing to both expand and condense itself simultaneously, giving the illusion that his body was blurring, his power skyrocketing in turn beyond anything he had displayed before.
"GANDIGAN!!!!!!"
Transformed PL: 1,600,000.
WC: 324.
Using halloween privilege to enter AL thread without candle.