@pile
In a brief moment, while Aya is still speaking, some sort of deeper aura manifests around the thing, taking solid form in the place of the removed portions of its body as blood-red equivalents.
As the demonshroom unleashes its spore burst, the aforementioned aura appears to flare, filling the area with flames. These flames are most intense around the spores, which are being burned away significantly faster than they could possibly grow, in a manner visually similar to friction eating away at high-speed materials. By the time of Aya's more severe attack and Giju's less focused one, the thing is entirely obscured behind a massive plume of smoke and flames, on top of the strange tornado previously manifested. In fact, while it does still land to some extent, visibly damaging the thing to a significant margin, Aya's attack mostly misses, thanks to the thing's quick movements, and what does "land" against it seems far less effective than normal.
However, in the process of charging Aya, Giju's various upward-aimed beams tag the thing multiple times, slowing it and, at least momentarily, destabilizing the aura that replaces most of its body. It brings a single strike forwards into roughly the center of Aya's chest, which goes flying in the direction of the thing's movements in many separate pieces. But, more than the simple physical harm, is something else, a sort of spiritual wound. It is as though a not-insignificant partition of what truly makes Aya herself was damaged, a sort of spiritual viscera flying out from the wound as well. Even with the near-maddening hatred that she brought upon herself, this is a suffocating level of agony for Aya, like a would that would place any normal being into terminal shock, clouding her mind and dulling her senses.
At that moment, the churning air and blood that surrounds the thing grows more intense, exactly doubly so, tearing at all those present. And after its attack against Aya, the thing stalls for a moment, stopping in its tracks, before turning and making a run for the cleaver, still suspended mid-air and coated in spores.
But, careful observation would prove there to be a flaw in this second wind. When taking damage to the head, or at least what remains of it, the aura around it will become wildly unstable for a moment, with this effect growing as damage is accrued. Exactly why this is the case is unclear, as the thing has not exactly shown to be particularly attached to its head before this point, but that doesn't truly matter.
@orbit
"Some things, some people, lost, left in the dark and the forests, drifted up into the skies."
The creature responds. Those paying special attention could notice it looking directly at the massive ball of molten material now hovering a dozen or two kilometers off the surface of the Sahara desert. Matricrado, as well, turning to focus on the creature, almost feels as though a veil was removed from before his eyes, showing what this thing truly is: an inchoate mass of souls, the faceless, forgotten dead, numbering in the billions. And that's just the human ones, beyond that there are a supreme variety of animals, large and small. None of these souls seem dejected about their predicament, though, and are silent.
Those in orbit with proper senses can feel... something, in that massive ejected core. Something not unlikely the presences of "unreality" felt elsewhere, but much more intense. And those with proper sight, could see rather large, centipede-like segments going into and out of the structure and down into the earth below, as though chaining it in place, each as thick as a man is tall and thrice as wide.
@DMUA @Lou_change
The brass figure "turns" to Dieman, orienting its human face towards him, before responding.
"By 'this', you would be speaking of the light surrounding this place, yes?"
Its voice isn't discernably male or female, more the words themselves appearing within whatever Dieman's equivalent of ears are than what normal sound is, as one may expect from the lack of facial movement on the figure's part.
Entering the wall of light, Lou finds the same scenic locale as Dieman, and can even see him conversing with a highly unorthodox brass figure.
@The_Divine_Phoenix
There is a short pause from the feminine voice, before it responds.
"... I see. I am a Collector, of sorts. It's the best word to use that you would understand, I think. Not like that really matters a lot, given how downhill this entire place has gone. There won't even be anything left to bother with at this rate."
The voice responds, sounding rather jaded.
@Paul_Frank
The serpent's dying attack eviscerates most of the smaller creatures, leaving the most intact ones little more than a head, two front legs, and part of a torso, limp and lifeless.
Meanwhile, the two descending angels' attacks bear down on the creature, tearing at its flesh and throwing it around, but are seemingly unable to affect its bones, exposed as they are. The creature, for this efforts, spends a short moment appearing to force something back up its throat, before a series of greyish-green lamprey-like things extrude from the inside of its mouth, explosively flying towards the two angels.
@Earth
Due to the rather extreme movement of the center of the earth's magnetic field, the whole of the field shifts with it. On top of being drastically weakened overall, exacerbating the issues that follow, the area first five or so latitude lines, starting from the exact point on earth opposite the current position of the core, are almost instantly rendered barren wastelands, cooked to practically nothing by the now-unfiltered infrared radiation of the sun and killing whatever life remained sans specific extremophile bacteria.
