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Once again, its eyes open to familiar landscapes and the sounds of battle. Although it knew it had just perished, it was alive once more. Resurrected to fight again. This was the fifth time it had died during the stalemate, and now a feeling stirred in its gut.
It was ready to feed.
It ran through the halls of the gods, treading a path it had followed time and time again. A shattered window. Stray webbing. Cracked walls. It looked down upon the battlefield, watching as its companions struggled. A stream of rejuvenating water washed over them, coming from the creature's gaping maw. Its teeth, strong enough to shatter bone, shone brilliantly with the light that reflected off them.
First, the man dressed with the garments of the moon fell. Then the woman who controlled flames. Then the woman who had been imprisoned with the creature not so long ago. Psylocke. Rage filled its mind, and it let out a great roar.
It dove out of the shattered window to the raging battle, and farther still. It sank into the floor, swimming through it as easily as water, proving its mastery over both domains.
Its fin, peeking above the ground, cut through the detritus like a sword through paper.
Then it emerged.
Swirling water and a head larger than thought possible, the creature circled the enemies, swallowing them all one by one.
The fools. They were all packed together like a school of fish. All 6 enemies writhed in the great one's stomach, trying desperately to escape. It knew it didn't have much time. It knew what must be done.
So its fin shot across the ground once more, leading to an edge. An abyss.
The creature didn't hesitate. It leapt. And as its world fell silent once again, there was one final thing he heard.
A voice, one that spoke only to him, called out.
“You got them all!”
Jeff the Landshark smiled, for he knew he and his allies had won.