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It had been a long time since the Pale King committed suicide inside his palace in the dream realm. A part of him regretted it, as he didn’t tell his Root about it, he didn’t make sure to find some way to get the vessels out of the abyss, but there was no going back. In five minutes, he would emerge from his dead corpse, into a much more powerful form. A form that would absolutely wipe the floor with the Radiance. He could feel that it would be the longest five minutes of his life, just due to how eager he was to rip the evil moth goddess to shreds, but he just had to be patient.
After the five minutes had passed, a scream vibrated through the entire White Palace. Moments later, the entire palace exploded, revealing a large creature, a giant Wyrm. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed towards the epicenter of the dream realm with blinding speed, charging at the Radiance. She immediately started sweating bullets at the sight of this. She summoned hundreds of swords, which embedded themselves into the Pale Wyrm’s skin, but he didn’t care. The Radiance was violently mauled by the Pale King. And again, and again, until she was forced to retreat upwards. This made the Pale King realize that this fight was going to drag on for a very long time. But he didn’t give up. He needed to win, he had a wife to come back to, children to save, and a kingdom to rule, but he noticed something. A sea of void was rising below him, the approximately 19,000 shades rushing to his aid, and leading them all, was the Pure Vessel’s shade. The Radiance was getting desperate now, having recently hit the very top of the dream realm. The void consumed the entire realm, leaving the evil moth no escape from the attack.
Ṇ̸̯̋O̸̧͛ ̷̙͑M̷̭͈̈İ̶̕͜Ṅ̷̝̭D̸̤͖̄ ̸̳͆͂T̸̨͕̓̒O̴̮̍͝ ̷̝̏͘T̶̺̈H̷̜͝I̷̬͒̕N̶͒̌ͅK̴̫͂
N̸̨̎́O̴͔͋̇ ̵͉̮̎͝W̷̫͇̽̋Ḭ̵̼̆̇L̸͔̔͠ͅL̷͔̫̕͠ ̸͉͉̎T̷̫͚̊̅Ó̸̺ͅ ̸̛̹̠̈́Ḅ̴͔̊̅R̸͈̼̃E̶̹͈͗͘Ā̸͓̃K̷̤͝
N̵̗̎O̵̢̕͠ ̸̜̿V̷̘͗O̷͐͜I̵̧̒C̶̯̈́͠É̵̱͙͗ ̶̩͓̏͋T̸̯̠̒͗O̸̘̅ ̵̮̼͑̀Ć̵̼̳̾R̸̙̝͠Y̷̪̊͝ ̵̟̗̓S̵͖͓͂U̷͍̼͌̾F̵̬͕̓̎F̶̜̘̈́E̸͎͒̚R̵̪̉ͅI̴̼̊N̴̠̦̚G̷̣̀͝
N̶̨̓Ó̴͖ ̶̫͗P̸̥̃A̵̭͂T̵̼͝I̸͖͝E̷̘͝N̵̜̕C̶͙̅Ĕ̸͚ ̶̝̇F̴̢̚Ö̶̹Ȓ̵͙ ̷̱̅Y̵̳͘O̵̘͂Ù̷̪Ṛ̶̾ ̶͔͘B̷͇͆U̴̙͂L̵̹͑L̴̛̪S̵͓͐H̸͇̐I̸̪̎T̶́ͅ
The Pure Vessel promptly ripped open the Radiance’s face, and nodded towards their father. He immediately knew what to do. Winding back, they used a powerful lunging attack, Making lots of essence spill out of the Radiance, before killing them by stabbing them even more times, until she dissolved into nothing but stray essence.
The Pale King woke up outside his palace, or rather, the remnants of it. He was no longer in his Wyrm form, instead being turned back the manlet he was when he first came out of the cast-off shell. Sprinting towards the stag station near the palace, he immediately went to the crossroads. Entering the Black Egg Temple, he blew up the door with the dreamer seals with a blast of SOUL, running into the core of the temple where the Pure Vessel was sealed. They lay on the floor, clutching their chest in pain, but they immediately looked up at the presence of their father. He then lunged at his child, embracing them in a sweeping hug.
“My child… I’m so proud of you…”