“Let’s stop here so we don’t have to kill each other.” Terumi said with a smirky grin, and as the 17-year-old being known as Fuseli decides to eventually agree. He’s struck by a wave of Umbra’s Azure, and it begins to tear and terrorize him from pieces to pieces while it knocks the wind out of him. He looks at Terumi and sees the truth in his eyes — chaos not from The Wyrm but from the unpredictable power and lack of pattern order that is The Wyrm’s strength. Which is like a virus to the Order of Totality itself and anything that has Order — everything — in it makes everything become nonsensical, absurd, chaotic, and Esse Retexere. “So, Paavo ?i?me?ija, ready to Observe me?”

  “Paavo, don’t fucking do it! I’ll be fine, just... don’t fucking Observe him!” Fuseli yells in pain as Esse Retexere increases in effect, and his screams are full of agony and anger. Terumi ran his shoe into Fuseli’s chest as he smugly smiled at him.

  “You can’t deal with Chaotic Radiation of Totality? How so fucking hilarious that you are so powerless to stop this Radiating Virus of Totality of mine, so fall and keep falling!”

  “Bastard!” Paavo shouts at him as he sees him.

  “No!” Fuseli shouts in fear and desperation. “Paavo… why? You fucking idiot of mine!”

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  “Oh yes!” Terumi exclaims in pure ecstatic orgasm. “You Observed me, and now I am retaining my powers, you little shit! Keep doing it, and I’ll become a God just like I always was!”

  Paavo looks at Fuseli with a guilty and remorseful expression on his face, as if he knows he messed up big time. Paavo isn’t affected by the Chaotic Radiation of Totality since he doesn’t adhere to logic or illogic and transcends the constraints of modal realism, exerting their very essential influence over the very fabric of existence across classical logical and non-classical conceivable modalities. Terumi looks at them with a smug and uncanny smirk as he grabs the collar of Paavo’s garment to force him to look at him, to Observe him.

  “Let me tell ya two about the Chaoskampf — in the dawn before creation and all that there Is, there was the silent, indescribable state of nothing, all that Is Not or in Kabbalah — Ain or Ayin. There were two beings that preceded Totality and Is Not — one was the Biblical deity God Himself, and the other was [statically redacted] the former was the Creator, while the latter is the Destroyer, who can destroy anything and everything without causing paradoxes or anything catastrophic to Totality. And by the logic, Paavo is the incarnation of Abaddon.”

  “Bastard! It’s lies and I’ll fucking kill you!” Fuseli shouts and pushes him into a Total Cauldron. Along with himself deep into the fiery pits of temporal fluctuations that shimmer like kaleidoscopic cracked glass across the entirety of creation and existence. Which leads an individual across the time continuum across universes or even possibly beyond that.