Phobos: I am a God! You cannot defeat me!

Hank: Now where have I heard that before?

And with that, the final stage of the battle commenced, the outcome hanging on a knife’s edge as Hank and Tricky, both at their peak, prepared to bring Phobos down once and for all.

The reactor chamber hummed with barely contained energy, the walls groaning under the pressure of the battle between Hank, Tricky, and Phobos.

Each strike sent shockwaves through the room, creating sparks and arcs of electricity as weapons clashed, and blasts of dark energy collided with chaos-fueled strikes.

Time was slipping through their fingers, Hank knew it, and Tricky could sense it too. Project Nexus 2.0 was already in motion, and they had only moments to stop it before the nightmare Phobos had been building became an irreversible reality.

Phobos floated in mid-air, his body glowing with dark, dissonant energy. His eyes flickered with malevolent amusement, clearly relishing the struggle.

He raised a hand, summoning yet another storm of dark projectiles from the many swirling portals he had opened across the room.

Hank and Tricky barely had time to dodge as the barrage tore through the air, crashing into the metal walls and floor, leaving scorch marks and dents in their wake.

Hank’s breathing was ragged under his mask, but his resolve was unshaken. He darted to the side, summoning an energy rifle from thin air, and fired a rapid volley of high powered shots at Phobos.

At the same time, Tricky cackled maniacally, throwing himself into the fray with his jagged stop sign raised high, slashing through the barrage of dark energy like a mad beast.

Hank: Let Caine go, Phobos!

Hank’s voice cut through the chaos, laced with anger but still steady. Caine was their only leverage, Phobos had been using the old man as a pawn in his twisted game for too long in Hank's opinion, and he knew that they couldn’t afford to have him harmed.

Phobos paused in his assault, his glowing eyes narrowing as he looked down at Hank with an amused smirk.

Phobos: Is this what you want, Hank? So concerned for the weak...that's not like you at all

Without another word, Phobos made a grand, theatrical gesture with his hand, and the restraints holding Caine snapped open with a metallic clank.

The old man collapsed to his knees, coughing and wheezing as he was finally freed from his containment.

He was too weak to stand, his frail body had suffered too much from the long ordeal, but at least he was no longer a prisoner.

Phobos: There....you can have him. But you’ll have to deal with me before you leave this place.

Hank’s eyes narrowed, he appreciated that Caine was safe, but Phobos freeing him wasn’t an act of kindness. It was a taunt, a declaration that Phobos was still in complete control.

Even now, with the base shaking, the reactor humming ominously, and time running out, Phobos seemed completely confident that his plan was unstoppable.

Hank: Why thank you, but we’re not leaving without kicking your ass

Phobos: Then come and face your end!

The fight resumed in an instant, with renewed fury on both sides. Hank, his Hunter Form crackling with raw energy, charged forward with his Murasama glowing brightly in his hand.

Tricky followed suit, his laughter echoing through the chamber as he tore through the air with his stop sign raised high, ready to strike.

Phobos met them head-on, his Binary Sword flashing with dark energy as he blocked Hank’s strike and deflected Tricky’s wild swing.

The chamber was filled with the sound of clashing metal and crackling energy as the three powerhouses battled for dominance.

Phobos’ dark magic surged through the air, creating portals and summoning blasts of dissonant energy that sent Hank and Tricky flying backward with each impact.

But Hank and Tricky weren’t holding back either. With each passing second, they pressed harder, knowing that time was running out.

Hank summoned a barrage of energy weapons, firing them in rapid succession as he dashed across the room, trying to find an opening in Phobos’ defenses.

Tricky, unpredictable as ever, teleported around the room, slashing and hacking at Phobos from every direction. Phobos’ dark shield flickered and cracked under the relentless assault, but he still had the upper hand.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned a massive vortex of dark energy, which expanded outward in a shockwave that sent both Hank and Tricky crashing into the walls of the chamber.

Tricky: Dumbass keeps knocking us back!

Hank: Yeah, but it's time to end this, now

Hank and Tricky lunged forward once again, ready for the final, desperate push to bring Phobos down and stop Project Nexus before it was too late.

The chaos of battle echoed through the reactor chamber, sparks flying as Hank and Tricky moved in tandem, their combined attacks striking at Phobos from multiple angles.

Hank’s Murasama slashed through the air in precise arcs, while Tricky’s erratic movements kept Phobos guessing, his jagged stop sign crashing down like a relentless force of nature.

They had developed an almost telepathic understanding, years of violence and mayhem bonding them into an unstoppable force. But Phobos wasn’t easy prey.

Even with their synchronized movements, he deflected many of their strikes with ease, teleporting in and out of their reach or erecting force fields that absorbed their blows.

When Hank’s katana finally grazed his armor, Phobos retaliated with a devastating blast of energy, sending both Hank and Tricky flying across the room, crashing into the metal walls with bone-rattling force.

As Hank groaned and got to his feet, Phobos stood tall, his dark aura pulsing with energy.

Phobos: Pathetic, you two must’ve gotten confident after dealing with Lord X and those abominations. But I am far beyond them. You should know this by now.

Tricky: I didn't hear no bell!

Hank: You’re nothing we can’t handle, Phobos, maybe if you stopped blasting us back whenever we get close, you'd see how much of an ass whooping is waiting for you

Phobos was about to retort, when his expression suddenly changed, his eyes went wide, and for the first time, there was a flicker of genuine shock on his face. A gurgling sound escaped his throat as he looked down.

A fist had burst through his chest, blood dripping from it. Everyone froze, the shock palpable in the room. Phobos staggered slightly, trying to turn his head to see what had just happened.

And there, standing behind him, his hand plunged through Phobos’ back, was....Caine?

Hank: W-What the?!

Tricky: The twist! THE TWIST IS REEEEEEEEEAAAAAL!

Phobos coughed, blood trickling from his mouth as he turned his head slowly to face Caine.

Phobos: C-Caine...what are you doing? T-The plan...

Caine: Sorry, Phobos. But this was always the plan.

Hank:....Wait....Caine, what the hell?! You’re with him?!

Caine pulled his hand back, his fist still coated in Phobos’ blood, and the body of the former Nexus leader slumped slightly but remained standing, weakly clutching his bleeding chest.

Caine: I was, but Phobos isn’t needed anymore, as you can see.

Phobos, trembling, coughed again, barely able to keep himself upright. His voice was weak, incredulous

Phobos: W-Why? I...I have helped you...the energy you needed from Nexus...is there!

Caine: The energy you harvested was useful, yes. But you’ve been doing it for the wrong reason.

Hank: Wrong reason?

Tricky: What in the Himalaya are you talking about?

Caine: It wasn’t just about restoring my power. I’ve had my power all along. What I needed was more than that.

Phobos: W-What was it for? Only the portal...to bring them back?

Caine: Yes. The portal wasn’t strong enough to link the worlds, that is why we took Nikusa. But I needed more energy, more souls to power Project Nexus, and you, Phobos...you were perfect. I let you believe you were part of the plan, that you were restoring me. But that was all a lie. I had my power the whole time. It was far more amusing to let you think you were in control of the plan.

Phobos’ body trembled, and he tried to form words, but they came out as a weak rasp.

Phobos: You...you used me....

Caine: That’s right. You’ve served your purpose, Phobos. But now, the real plan begins without you, you won’t be needed for this.

Without hesitation, Caine reached forward, plunging his hand into Phobos’ chest again. This time, his fingers wrapped around something, Phobos’ still-beating heart.

With a swift pull, Caine ripped it free, and Phobos’ body went limp, collapsing to the floor in a lifeless heap. Then, Caine crushes the heart.

The room fell silent. The air was thick with the weight of what had just transpired. Hank and Tricky stood frozen, both of them still processing the shocking turn of events.

Hank: What....the hell....

Caine turns to face Hank and Tricky, his expression cold and unreadable.

Caine: Phobos thought he was going to be the one to bring Nexus to its true potential. But it’s me who will open the way for the real Master

Tricky: The Pillar Men!

Hank: No, you clown!

Caine: I’ve been waiting for this moment. Phobos was just a pawn in a much larger game. The portal to link the worlds is now strong enough. And soon, the true Master’s plan will come to fruition.

Hank’s grip tightened on the Murasama, his mind racing. They had been played. But now, Caine was standing in front of them with the real threat hanging in the air.

Before either of them could react further, Caine began to walk toward the reactor, his calm demeanor unchanged.

Caine: You’ve done well to get this far, Hank. But now...the real end begins.

Hank and Tricky exchanged a glance, both of them still reeling from the revelation.

Tricky: What now, Hank? Can I eat him?

Hank didn’t have an answer yet, but he knew one thing: this wasn’t over. And whatever Caine had in store...they’d have to stop it. The real battle had only just begun.

Hank’s fists clenched tightly around the hilt of his Murasama, the weight of Caine's revelation crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

Hank: I want some answers, you’ve been playing us this whole time! Why? Who even are you at this point?!

Caine: The name is still Caine, but I’m not some feeble old man you thought you knew. I’m actually older than I look, blessed with power far beyond your comprehension.

Hank: I can see that. No one has ever done that to Phobos before.

Caine: That’s because Phobos was always under me in the pecking order. You see...you probably assumed he had something to do with Nevada being destroyed....two years ago, correct?

Hank: Yeah.....wait....

Caine: It was me, Hank....I destroyed Nevada!

Hank: What? How?! And why did you use a meme to reference it?!

Tricky: Motherfucker took my home!

Caine: That's because I used power given to me by my God, and now, I will crush you with it!

With a sudden, powerful gesture, Caine raised his hands, summoning a surge of purple energy that crackled around him. The air became thick with tension as the energy swirled violently, engulfing him in a maelstrom of dark light.

Hank and Tricky watched, eyes wide, as Caine transformed before them.

As the transformation completed, purple smoke billowed from his body, swirling around him like an ethereal shroud.

Caine: The real fight is with me

Caine declares war, his voice now deep and resonant, echoing with the power he had harnessed.

Hank’s heart raced, the reality of the situation sinking in. They had faced powerful foes before, but this was something else entirely.

Hank: You think you can take us both on?

Caine: You’ve proven to be quite the nuisance, Hank. But now, you’ll see just how outmatched you really are.

Tricky, emboldened by Hank’s confidence, brandished his stop sign, a manic grin stretching across his face.

Tricky: Bring it on, Lean Man! We’ve taken down worse than you! Nothing is worse than God Damn Furries!

Caine: Oh I am going to miss the both of you

Caine launches forward, closing the distance in an instant, the small claws on his fingers brandishing a menacing aura to them.

Hank and Tricky braced themselves, ready to counter the onslaught. As Caine attacked with a flurry of claws, the duo fought back, combining their strengths in a desperate attempt to hold their ground against the powerful foe.

Hank swung his katana with precision, trying to find openings in Caine’s defenses, while Tricky darted around him, using his speed and unpredictability to strike where Caine least expected it.

But as the fight progressed, it became clear that Caine was not only stronger, but faster and more agile than they had anticipated.

Caine: You’re too slow, Hank! I thought I was the Old Man!

Caine dodges a slash and retaliates with a swift swipe of his claws, barely grazing Hank’s side

Hank: Don't you worry! I'll send you to the retirement home soon enough!

As the battle raged on, Hank and Tricky realised that they needed to work together more effectively if they were going to stand a chance against this new Caine.

Hank focused on finding openings, and as he did, he noticed that the purple energy surrounding Caine seemed to pulse and weaken with each blow that landed.

Hank: Hey Clown! We need to hit him hard! Let’s go all out!

Tricky: Let’s show this freak that we Saiyans have no limits!

With renewed vigor, they charged at Caine together, ready to face whatever dark power he wielded. The reactor chamber reverberated with the clash of their struggle, a chaotic symphony of violence.

They fought not only for their survival but for the fate of the worlds hanging in the balance.
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The scene shifted, the darkness of the reactor chamber contrasting with the chaos that erupted in its depths.

Sanford, Deimos, and 2BDamned were making quick work of Phobos’s manufactured army, tearing through the faceless soldiers with cold precision.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and destruction as they advanced through the corridors of Phobos’s crumbling base.

Deimos: T-That should be the last of them

Sanford: Yeah....just another day in Nevada....except we are not in Nevada

2BDamned: Well done boys, let's regroup with the others and escape

Before they could say more, they stumbled upon Christoff and Nikusa, hidden in a makeshift safe zone in one of the control rooms. The room was littered with debris, but Christoff had ensured Nikusa was safe for the moment.

Christoff: We’re ready for the evacuation process. We can’t stay here long.

Deimos: Where is Hank and Tricky?

Christoff: Fighting off Phobos-

Christoff stopped mid-sentence, his gaze drawn to the chaos unfolding further down the hall. In a flash of movement, Hank and Tricky were visible, locked in a fierce struggle with Caine.

The once-dead Phobos lay on the floor, a bloodied heap, and the battle against Caine was unlike anything they’d ever seen. A dark, purple energy surrounded the older man as he fought Hank and Tricky with terrifying strength.

Everyone stood in shock as they watched Hank get blasted back, slamming against the walls of the control room. He slid to the floor, groaning, his body bruised but still fighting.

Deimos: What the hell....is that?

Hank: It's....Caine

The words hit like a hammer, everyone except Nikusa was visibly conflicted. Sanford and Deimos exchanged a glance, their minds racing.

They’d all known Caine, or at least they thought they had. This wasn’t the same man they had once encountered. Nikusa, looking confused and still catching up on the chaos, asked hesitantly.

Nikusa: Who is he?

Hank: Long story short, he’s the one pulling the strings behind all of this. We need to deal with him, fast.

Sanford: We’ll get you out of here. You’ve done enough, Hank. Time to fall back.

Hank: Hell no! Take Nikusa to the van...Doc, how's-

2BDamned: I can't shut down Project Nexus 2.0, destroying it will be disastrous.

Hank: Shit...okay...you and Christoff follow the others

Christoff: I’ll lend a hand. It seems our good...."friend" is giving you quite a bit of trouble.

Hank: Fair enough...let’s get to work.

With that, Sanford, Deimos, and 2BDamned quickly escorted Nikusa, who still looked confused, to the evacuation route. Christoff, who had joined Hank in the fight, gave a nod to Hank as they both turned back to the battlefield.

Tricky, who had been struggling to keep up with Caine’s overwhelming power, was holding off the traitor at a decent level. Then when Hank and Christoff jumped in, Caine laughed, his purple and black form growing even more intimidating.

Caine: You think you’ve won, Hank? Phobos is dead, but the real power is now mine!

Hank: You’re not the only one who’s as strong as a God!

Tricky, still empowered by the Improbability Drive, darted around Caine, landing unpredictable blows, while Hank kept him distracted.

Christoff, with his own divine powers, channeled holy light into his sword, enhancing the strikes and pushing back against Caine’s dark energy.

The combined force of the three was enough to create a temporary crack in Caine’s shield, but it wasn’t enough yet to break him completely.

Christoff: We’re getting closer

Hank: Yeah, we should be able to kill him soon

Caine: You can’t win. I am invincible now! No matter what you do, you will lose!

Caine unleashes a wave of energy so powerful it threatened to tear the chamber apart. But Hank, Christoff, and Tricky weren’t backing down. The battle was far from over, but they had one clear objective in mind.

Defeat Caine before Nexus 2.0 could fully activate and before they all became part of Caine’s ultimate plan.

Hank, Tricky, and Christoff moved with deadly precision, each of them using their unique abilities to push Caine back, yet it was clear that their foe was operating on a level beyond what any of them had expected.

Every blow they landed seemed to be absorbed into the strange purple aura surrounding Caine, and no matter how fast Hank moved in his Hunter Form or how wildly unpredictable Tricky's attacks were, Caine always seemed to bounce back.

It was a surreal sight, these three powerful figures who had once roamed the ruined landscape of Nevada, unstoppable in their own rights, now struggling together against a force that seemed far greater than anything they'd faced before.

Their pasts had been forged in violence, betrayal, and survival, but the present demanded they set aside their differences and work as one if they were to stop Caine and Project Nexus 2.0.

Hank: This guy’s ridiculous

Hank narrowly dodged a massive energy blast from Caine, his purple energy swirling violently around him.

Hank's Hunter Form granted him boundless power, enough to crack the very air around him with, but still, Caine seemed one step ahead.

Tricky: No shit Sherlock! This guy’s stronger than Lord X, and that guy was a pain in my ass!

Christoff, wielding his holy blade with measured precision, managed to land a few well-timed strikes against Caine’s side, but each time, the strange purple energy around their enemy would flicker, absorbing the damage.

Christoff: He’s more than just strong, it’s like his very existence has been fortified with energy from another world.

Caine: You’re starting to figure it out, Phobos may have toyed with power from Nexus, but I have mastered it. You’re all nothing compared to what’s coming.

Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, Caine unleashed a powerful burst of energy, warping the space around them.

In a blink, the entire chamber shifted, and Hank, Tricky, and Christoff found themselves standing before the massive Warp Gate at the heart of Project Nexus 2.0.

The gate, a swirling red vortex, pulsed with otherworldly energy, and from it, a sinister hum filled the air. The room vibrated with power, and the three fighters could feel the gravity of the situation growing ever heavier.

Hank: So this is it.....the Warp Gate.

Caine: Yes...the link between this world and the Void has been established. Soon, my Master will arrive, and everything you know will be remade.

Christoff tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes flashing with determination.

Christoff: We’ll destroy the portal. Your Master will never set foot in this world.

Caine: Destroy the portal? Sure, go ahead. But even if you do, the connection’s already been made. The Void is already bleeding into your world. All you’ll do is delay the inevitable....for a very short time.

Tricky: How short are we talking here? Like the size of you dick?

Caine: Damn clown....moments. A few minutes at most

Tricky: HAH! YOUR DICK IS SMALL!

Hank laughs to himself, but he focuses on the objective. Time was slipping away, and the consequences were becoming more dire by the second.

Hank: Who the hell is your Master? Who’s pulling the strings here?

Caine: You’ll find out soon enough, Hank. And when you do, you’ll realise just how insignificant your struggle really was.

That was all Hank needed to hear. With a surge of energy, he launched himself at Caine once more, his right hand crackling with energy as he unleashed a devastating Discharge Punch aimed directly at Caine’s face.

Caine barely had time to react as Hank’s mechanical hand connected, sending the figure crashing into the ground with a deafening thud. The force shook the chamber, but Caine quickly rose again, laughing through the pain.

Caine: You’re all so persistent, it’s almost admirable. But it’s all for nothing.

The battle resumed with renewed intensity, Hank, Tricky, and Christoff each attacking from different angles. Hank wielded weapons that materialized from the Hunter Form's powers.

Blades, guns, even energy cannons, all aimed at overwhelming Caine.

Tricky’s unpredictable movements and chaotic power allowed him to strike with force that shook the ground, while Christoff’s divine strikes glowed with holy light, aimed at cutting through Caine’s dark aura.

But Caine was relentless. He tanked their hits, deflecting some, absorbing others, and occasionally retaliating with blasts of raw energy that sent them flying back.

His mastery over the dark energy from the Void was undeniable, and even with their combined strength, the trio struggled to land anything truly decisive.

The red portal behind them continued to swirl, and the air grew heavier with each passing moment. Time was running out, and Caine’s power wasn’t fading.

Christoff: We need to take out that gate, if we don’t, his Master will come through, and we’ll be out of time.

Hank: I’m not leaving until this bastard’s down!

Tricky: Same, he is a fucking rat!

Caine: You fools don’t understand. You’ve already lost.

Hank: No U!

But despite his words, the trio fought on, determined to find a way to stop Caine and destroy Project Nexus 2.0 before the Void could fully breach into their world. It was a race against time, and every second counted.

The chaos at the base was reaching a fever pitch. The red portal at the heart of Project Nexus 2.0 was destabilizing everything around it, causing tremors to shake the entire facility.

Structures collapsed, and equipment exploded as reality itself seemed to bend and warp under the portal's influence.

Debris flew through the air as Sanford, Deimos, 2BDamned, and Nikusa sped away in their van, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the disaster unfolding behind them.

Sanford kept his eyes on the road, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

Sanford: Come on, come on...Hank and the others better be alright.

Deimos: They’re Hank and Tricky. And Christoff’s with them. They’ve gotten out of worse, right?

Nikusa, though still recovering from her ordeal, remained silent, her expression worried. She trusted Hank with all her heart to come back safely.

2BDamned’s fingers tapped restlessly against the dashboard.

2BDamned: Trusting them isn’t the problem. The issue is that portal. If Hank and Christoff don’t stop it soon....

The rest of his words were drowned out as a shockwave from the base rippled through the ground, causing the van to swerve.

Sanford: Shit! This thing’s coming apart!

Unbeknownst to them, back in the heart of the facility, Hank, Tricky, and Christoff were in the fight of their lives. Caine was unrelenting.

His power, drawn from the Nexus and something far darker, had pushed the three warriors to their limits.

The battle raged on as Hank, despite his Hunter Form, and Tricky, in his powerful demonic state, struggled to land the finishing blow. Christoff had managed to wound Caine several times with his holy powers, but it wasn’t enough.

The entire room shook violently as the portal behind them expanded, sending out pulses of destructive energy that tore apart everything in its path. The longer it stayed open, the more dangerous the situation became.

Hank: We have to end this now!

With renewed determination, Hank surged forward, electricity crackling along his body as he went in for a final strike aimed at Caine’s chest.

Caine, seeing Hank’s move, summoned a gravitational field, trying to push Hank back. But Hank, using the full strength of his mechanical arm, kept pressing forward.

The two locked in a fierce struggle, Hank’s fist mere inches from Caine’s heart.

Hank: You're done, Caine!

Caine sneered, but Hank’s strength was overwhelming. The ground beneath Caine’s feet crumbled, and in a rare moment of miscalculation, Caine tripped, stumbling backward toward the portal.

Then, Hank unleashes a powerful slash across Caine's chest. For a split second, Hank thought he had won. But as Caine fell through the red vortex, he unleashed one last desperate attack.

A gravitational pull, wrapping around Hank’s body like invisible chains, yanking him forward. Hank’s eyes widened in shock as he felt himself being dragged toward the portal.

He struggled against the pull, firing off shots at the ground to slow his momentum, but it was no use. He was being pulled in.

Hank: Get your hands off my penis!

Thinking fast, Hank pulled out his Handcannon and aimed it at the portal’s frame. With a deafening blast, he fired, hoping to collapse the portal before he was dragged inside.

But as the portal shattered, Hank fell through the red waves, disappearing into the unknown. On the other side of the chamber, Tricky and Christoff could only watch in shock as Hank was swallowed by the portal.

The room fell eerily silent, the swirling red energy gone in an instant, leaving only the wreckage of the fight behind.

Christoff: He's....gone

Tricky, usually loud and unpredictable, was for once rendered speechless. He stared at the spot where Hank had vanished, his chaotic energy flaring up around him in frustration.

Tricky: This...This is not how you play the game!

Christoff: We’ll get him back. We have to

Tricky: I mean....do we?

Christoff: Yes T_T

Deep down, both knew that wherever Hank had gone, it was somewhere beyond their reach, at least for now
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In the Void, Hank’s body tumbled through the endless darkness, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He landed hard on a rocky platform, the impact jarring his senses.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up, surveying his surroundings.

The Void was like nothing Hank had ever seen. A vast, empty expanse stretched in every direction, filled with floating rocky platforms, some large, some small, all suspended in the air.

There was no sky, no horizon, just endless blackness dotted with faint, distant glimmers of light, like stars in a dead universe.

Hank’s instincts were screaming at him that something was very wrong.

Hank: This isn't Japan....

A cold, sinister laugh echoed around him. From the shadows, Caine emerged, his form towering and glowing with dark energy.

Caine: Welcome to their world, Hank

Hank: Their world? Who? The Space Pope?

Before Caine could respond, the air around them shifted, and suddenly, multiple pairs of giant, glowing white eyes appeared in the void, watching Hank from the shadows.

Their presence was oppressive, the sheer power they exuded almost suffocating. A deep, otherworldly voice boomed from the darkness.

Higher Powers: Hello, Hank....or should we say....the Soul inside of him?

Hank: Ah....

R.Hank: Shit.....

The Higher Powers, ancient entities that had existed long before the madness of Nevada, loomed in the shadows, their presence overwhelming.

They had disappeared ever since the battle against the Lemon Demon.

And now, Hank realised that they were the true force behind Caine’s actions...the link between Nexus and something far worse.

Soul: So they were the other link.....
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And that's the finale of the Phobos Arc!

With a Cliffhanger! :D

I had fun writing this, especially the wholesome moments...and the funny shiz.

Anyways, the next arc will be the final arc for this story, truly a sad time.

But how will it end after the way this Arc just ended?

Who knows?

You'll have to wait next year for that...

Probably about.....March?

That's what I'm thinking.

That gives me time to do the other stories, like Resident Evil and the League of Legends book.

And then I can wrap up Wednesday Season 2, the next arc for Undertale, and others.

I'm still debating whether I should continue the MCU story -_-

Anyways, goodbye fwiends!