The train completely within control, since it done and he finish. The conversation, with everybody arriving within his house staring at a prototype Weapon, gazing it over it a Dagger or more accurately, a dagger of absolute Death.
The dagger, based on black barrel weapon to Impose Mortality onto the immortal, Narrowing his gaze at it, "Time to forge this." Having acquired all the material and the dissolvent All the pieces he need, He moves to the forge Room. Setting the fire ablaze.
Itri Add something to the acid to it as it kindles, bursting into a violet purple he cough's brutal Radiation erupting from the fire. He stare at the material, A gleaming Green Gemlike, yet not exhibiting the factor of crystalline gems.when put to fire like tungsten, it start to heat up he coughs more than he starts heating up. He cough some more, as he sigh's it heating, growing, blooming,
The blade fully heated in the violet fire glowing Red, he start to forge, hamming the Ingot. The fire spitting even more Radiation's He continue's hammering the Ingot breaking it in Repeatedly, endlessly, as it slowly Shape's coughing blood that bubbling and ooze onto the metal material's. He continues radiation brutal to handle, as he manages to shape it.
Getting it to the length He wanted. A continue coughing more blood bubbling onto it as he finishes it. The shape completed, he opens the Necronomicon. The page flipping past space, Past void, past life, past death, past all of it to one Singular chapter, it crackles.
The words that escape him shake all existence, "ꋖ༽ꁝ༽ꑀ༽ ꑀ༽ꉣ༽꒒༽꒐༽꒒༽ꊿ༽ꁅ༽ꌈ༽ꑀ༽." Runes scatter across the pages as he start's the process of Laser Engraving, the blade shakes as Reality trembles around him, nothing Changes his Focus. Each individual Rune Igniting with a color So beyond possibility, it break reality twisting in terms and forms that exhibit one property. Life Limit, the first, second, and even third crackle,
Binding in mannerism that change across the dagger's surface as he contiunes without changing each letter, defining it Further, The scribing, he finishes it. A terrible, Terrible Malice Erupts Covering a massive chunk of the house as he stare at the weapon blade.
Finally quenching it, as the violet fire roars he snaps as it , suffocated, Itri starts crafting the pommel, and grip, inscribing them all. The guard with enhance the pommel, pierce the handle enhance, placing them together. The dagger blurs with veins, or more accurately, cracking like a slithering Death Sentence. He binds them all together,
The breaking power fracturing, He Holds it, the overpowering, nature hold true to a dagger. A blade that Impose limited life on immortal rendering them completely Mortal capable of cutting contract's He sets it down carefully, And close's his eye's finally finished. As he gags coughing out blood. A lot of blood as it spills across the ground. "Urgh..."
He stare "Ugh." He Loses consciousness. The violet fire Dying as he groans awake in the infinite space of his mindscape, a sigh escapes him, as it ripples outwards. "To speak out ꋖ༽ꁝ༽ꑀ༽ ꑀ༽ꉣ༽꒒༽꒐༽꒒༽ꊿ༽ꁅ༽ꌈ༽ꑀ༽ you truly Know No fear mortal ..."
He gaze upwards, madness insanity, all of it coalesced infront of him, a perfect imitation of him, White ghastly, its eyes black and gold. The tendrils seeming to worm their way out around him, "Be quiet." it cackles so wrong, so voidance it Abhors Nature itself something worse than. The Crawling Chaos, worse than the blind idiot god, something whose Nature itself Had to be sealed in a book within a book."
The one adorned in yellow voiced in black, wielding that of absolution. It forms twists and contort what one is able to make out. Simply yellow and black; it Stare at him. "So, what? You will be a fine vestige," it Tendrils growing. "You are the one who Bathed themself in the violet rays of a cursed Star just to graft together a weapon capable of Limiting even My Life." it growls. "The black Barrel weapon I Remember that accursed Device capable of Enforcing Mortality."
Itri Stands up, "Shut up." His eyes glowing with a golden hue far greater than before as the phantasmal, intangible white and black Take shape. A void appearing where His heart should be "this is how you View yourself hollowed out?" Its Laughter Shrieking out. The mindscape Shudder The water ripples violently, Murky nuclear, Itri's hand crackles
The Cosmic Ash Ignites within Itri's hand a Cold Dead blue filled with ashen shades of Red and grey a deep presence of voidance, nihilistic. Flowing Outwards, he burst forth the King in yellow blurs back, "WOW, now that would've been quite bad. He Slams the ground "𝕱𝕽𝕬𝕮𝕿𝖀𝕽𝕰" the water Ripple shattering as Itri Winces Appearing instantly infront of him "I SAID SHUT UP!" the cosmic burst outwards vicious, as it Permeate everything."
The void Of his heart Gleaming, as he sigh crystallizing the ground beneath his feet. The Yellow King blur appearing in the air, "How many nasty ability do you Have Star of Darkness."
All three of what he just used capable of breaking the threshold of higher beings, "Clearly Not enough, Wanning Rapture." Dropping the black-letter wording the power of them enhanced several times. The wave burst into a Tsunami, tearing into the air. The King in Yellow simply pinches the air. Several black holes hued in a golden horizon Erupt consuming. The power entirely as it Tendril Whips out from behind Itri who dodge slamming his hand into it. The cosmic Ash tear back onto it, the king in yellow severe the tendril growing 2 in its place.
Shifting what amount to a hand, space is Isolated and cut in time. Reality, and conception Cubes carving across the tsunami like a slash of fused Cube's. The King in Yellow blurs his hand encompassed by the burning light of a golden thousands suns, blackness erupting on its edge as he burst forwards. Itri hand shift's Crystal surge in the very air as it infect it bursting outwards as cosmic Ash nearly pierce him the Fist missing. The king dodge back a surging power On par with a supernova times a billion Erupts the sheer shock Crushing every ounce of bone in the Mindscape of Itri who body Twitches violently.
The King in Yellow glare, "I will not be pushed back! I escaped that Foul prison they put me in, and I Will not tolerate a mere Speck stopping me now." The power pulsing from him enough to ward off any of his girls as they stare at Itri surrounded by the cosmic ash,