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[Activate:: Gravity Blades]

I launch myself at the one directly in front of me, the largest of them. It somehow manages to deflect my attack. I should have cut right through it. Nearly past it, I spin backwards while inside of its defenses and manage to slice all the way through it. Below the rib cage, no spinal contact. It drops, squealing and thrashing about, it won’t be going far with its guts splashed on the forest floor.

[Activate:: Gravity Bullets]

Facing the rest, I jump backwards to keep my distance and fire. Another attack that should have torn right through them only knocked one down, the other blasts are blocked or barely even damaged them at all. Two of them split off into the forest, while the remaining 3 converge on me. I leap over one, and try to take off its head, I make it through the flesh, but my blade gets caught on the spine, and I’m taken to the ground as it falls. The other 2 take this opportunity to repeatedly stab at my torso. I roll to the right and slice the Achilles tendons of one of them, leaping back up to my feet. Bleeding profusely, I had forgotten what life had felt of, trapped for so long among eternal monstrosities. I am eternal. Life is so simple, so short, and on an inescapable collision course with its own end. I can feel it, like a memory forgotten at the back of my mind. I am cut off from from the spiral towards entropy. The drive to end life. I walk towards the creature on the ground, place my foot on its head, sinking its snapping jaws into the dirt, and grab it by the forearms, pulling. The arms tear off and spray me with its blood as the skull is crushed. I had forgotten this brutal simplicity. I close my eyes and feel my body pierce the other creature with the severed limbs. I feel the life leave its body as it collapses, just as I feel one of the final two creatures stab through me again. My hand grabs onto the snout and I push back against it with my other hand, dragging its spine out of its body along with its its head. The claws slide out of me when it collapses. The final one is found, and beaten to death, blow after blow, fist after fist, its heart keeps beating and pounding while I am continually stabbed in the sides and back until there is nothing but a mulch of dirt and bloody remains.

I stand, and continue forward in the direction of that light I had seen before. A dome. I make it a good while and begin to see daylight before I succumb to my wounds and hit the ground, but I cannot die…

When I awaken, I can see I’m not far from some sort of giant metallic structure overgrown with plantlife. It looks like it’s been here a long time. I try to think of how long I may have been gone, trapped outside of reality in a nameless dimension where elder gods ruled supreme, but it’s of no use. I focus on the now. This thing is on my planet. I leap to the top of a nearby tree to get a better look, and the sight encompasses my entire vision. It’s a giant city inside a dome. Huge extended feet support it, and countless pipes and tubes derive from it, digging deep into Loamerian soil.

It has been days now since I’ve been expelled back into my dimension, back onto Loamerian soil. Somehow, my powers have been greatly diminished, locked away. Flight reduced to leaps, wells nigh-impossible to produce without strain. I believed it temporary, a leftover from my return, but it has become obvious I must make my way back to my craft and discover the cause. It also has a deep connection to the Gravity Surge, together we were trapped in hyperspace, within that misty othergrey. It’s form and core, also altered by its time within that nowhere to be found dimension. Now, in a deep, humid jungle, I know where I am, and while I cannot sense it, I know that I left it on the other side of the world. It will take days to make it there in my current condition, if I can still run fast enough over water. I can’t afford to stay here on this continent with the cyborgs while in my condition.

It is nightfall when I reach land and first notice a faint glow off in the distance. But it cannot be my craft, I am still a few thousand kilometers away from where I left it, inside of a giant skull. Who or what could it be? How did it get here, through my gravitational anomaly? Could life have evolved that far while I’ve been gone? As I get closer I can see it’s from a large d– I’m slammed mid-thought in mid-air back down through the cool forest, and I splash into the ground. Peering through the coniferous treetops I see what appears to be a giant jeholopterus circling the area, with a few others in the periphery and higher altitudes. I decide to travel the rest of the way under tree cover, I’d rather not risk getting an arm taken off by one, no clue what my healing ability is like.

Before I can take my first step, I notice something moving in the forest. As I scan the undergrowth to determine the source of the rustling, a beast springs out of the darkness from the opposite direction, clamping its jaws down on my forearm. The spray of my boiling black blood is enough to melt its face and eyes, as well as loosen its grip enough for me to get away, but not enough to deter it in any way. It continues towards me, slashing and snarling, when two more bi-pedal entelodonts leap out at me from either side. I manage to stumble back to avoid them, but they deftly slide by each other without colliding. I’m only able to put a few feet between us when I make it to a small clearing, and 3 more emerge from the dark, scythe-like front hooves shining in the moonlight. Snorts and grunts exuding mists of condensation out into the cool air, drool pouring out of their giant fanged, tusked snouts. Their gaze, synchronous beady eyes interrogating my stance. Slowly they circle, awaiting their chance to strike. I won’t give them the chance.