The group pushed away would regain their footing and tried to charge back, watching as the few who avoided the hands were crippled beyond belief. Such thorns were leaking and contorting the muscles, almost as if their system was compromised. With the looming monster above, they took the time to split in two groups: One to take care of the Monster, the other to escort and heal the injured and sick. As they tried to break away, the hands immediately came again, trying to clap them and prevent them from approaching further. Lilith took notice of this and adapted alongside the hands, letting the vines take a similar shape and size by wrapping atop itself. Stolas matched this by shooting a few stars with Sagittarius, letting the constellations form into Scorpio, sharpening the fingers to act as her nails, even carrying over the virus-like poison she was exhibiting.
With such a synergy, coupled with the previous hands, it was clear that they were taking advantage of their energy from such conservation. Such a theory, however, was dispelled as soon as one of their troops saw Stolas beginning to pant, having to be provided a Potion to keep himself afloat. Knowing this, the troop took advantage and used his own magic before being pricked, shattering the glass from a far distance, letting it explode and get all over his arms and face before he was able to drink it. Even with such cuts and a small stab through the glass on his forearm, he was still able to take in its benefits, if only briefly. A small rejuvenation, a second wind that he spends by blasting down more stars and creating Taurus, a hoard of strong bulls that would try to push them into the hands' grip. "Damnit... They're not slowing down! Reel back! Get some distance!" he'd demand, letting the other soldiers push back. Stolas would try to push the constellations further, watching them already struggling on the forces.
CLAP!!!
The second Stolas tried to approach, he watched as the hands clapped into the group, preventing them from leaving, stunting them with such forces. Such hands, however, felt familiar, as he'd be quickly picked up by Solomon while Famine runs their bodies over. "You recognized that, right?" Solomon asked.
"Yeah, that'd have to be-"
CLAP!!
Another smack, as the person responsible is visible from above. The two would be shocked, with Solomon snapping his fingers to catch the attention of the other kids and have them looking up from above. "Oh hey! I saw her before!" Applin chimed, despite not knowing what she truly was. "She looks a lot different though... Is that a new dress?"
The woman above would catch ahold of the mass vines sprouted by Lilith, taking advantage of its intangible form. She'd pull the monster in, letting her change form and act as a spiked club, spinning it around and using the Yokai's as projectiles to smack and rain down on the people, spiking them across the ruins, letting them be launched out from the mountainside. Despite the rebound and reinforcements arriving, it became non-stop in such swats, with Lilith's magic infecting on every impact. Once she finally landed, the Monster wrapped around her surroundings to act as a wall against the different styles that try to barrage. "Good... Good! I might want to keep this one." She'd mumble, as another figure was quick to punch in, taking aim at the mass group once they piled on. What they didn't knew, however, was that such a figure was provided assistance by another.
"IMAGINARY! MAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!"
"U! TO! PI! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
KRACCC!!!!
The first was from the King of Hope, the energy spiked and shined like a rising sun. Anyone within such a vicinity would be pushed down and overwhelmed by such force, ripping through such scales and crushing under them in its almighty push. A punch that would scorch through the land and make an open hole within the mountain, exposing the two that stood firm. The people can see both Axel and Enenra still alive after the collapse, the former as liquid gold, the latter rising as smoke. Not even the radiance from such an overwhelming force was enough to bury them, letting them scale up slowly, taking in the King's blessing. The second, however, was a lot more than even Imaginary Magic is capable of.
Two rifts.
Two holes.
Reality broke through as the second punch struck, piercing through a few soldiers and forcing them open, as the cracks exposed it all. One side, an angelic kingdom, with Ophanim flying by as its watchers, the Cherubs guarding the golden gates, the Angels taking notice and staring in horror at their exposure. the Other, a wasteland. A kingdom of black and red, the Magma as its only source for light. Demons that walk across such dreary lives, repairing and expanding their desolate rock they would forever call their 'home', looking back and noticing they were spotted. To each and every spectator, their view of 'Angels' and 'Demons' vastly differ. To Stolas' case, the Angels were warriors, gunslingers and hunters, while the Demons were Animals waiting to be struck down, forced to be shot by those above. For Tsukiya, the Angels were of spirits that finally had inner peace, blissful faces as they float freely with the clouds, while the Demons were of Oni, restless and famished, even trying to bite in their own flesh for nutrients in such meat.
For each afterlife, everyone has a specific interpretation as to what it could be, with the location remaining the same. The King of All stood beside the two, his own fist thrown alongside the King of Hope. Gabriel and Natalie have arrived as back-up, yet they were just as shocked to see someone like this would exist within the Circle. The sun was no more, the moon was beginning to rise, as the silhouette and lighting paints the King of All above both.
King Cliffside has given his assistance, as he punched into the Afterlife itself, with Heaven and Hell side-by-side. He broke reality, and reached through the other side in one attack.