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"...!? My computation!" (Yggdrasil)
Her existence is computation, put in a crude way, she is like computer ram or virtual ram given existence. Her memory is vast beyond human comprehension, consequently if the memory is taken up by processes she won't be able to move freely. Some is taking up her processes, the opponent's magic is using up her memory space. Akin to spamming tabs on a browser to lag out the system.
She grits her teeth tightly, her jaw creaking under the intense pressure. She faces her opponent, a slim man in a 3 piece suit. His face is blurred, features obscured by grainy light that wouldn't clear up. She sticks out her tongue like a dog, heaving heavily as if life was draining out of her body. She's dying in a manner similar to oxygen deprivation. Her very existence has been analysed and brought down to its knees by a specific weakness she didn't know she had. She could never have thought her being could run out of coherence like this.
"Soul like entities either run on magic or concepts, as long as they aren't deities yet, they can still be done in quite easily.
Lament, you made the wrong choice. " (Ledaine)
"Have I? What went wrong?" (Yggdrasil)
As she spoke, she tried to muster her strength. Every fibre of her being is crying out, creaking like a door squeezed by two metal pistons.
"Buying time? You understand... Time is on my side." (Ledaine)
She can tell. Ledaine isn't even there, he's speaking from another space. Long ranged transdimensional telepathy, he's voicing his thoughts in the comfort of safety. She can't do anything to him, she can't break free in time with the affliction intensifying as time passed. Backed in a corner, she has run out of options.
Energy wells up in her body from the effects of {Feed}, using up external storage modules to direct magical energy into her body. She can no longer control her own body properly, flooding her own being with energy is like pasting a bandage onto a cracked damn. The water pressure alone will disintegrate that bandage, it is nothing but futile. Her eyes focused on the sight before her, she can't compute, she can't breath. It is all the same process to her, she subsists on computation, she is a simulation of Lastia's existence. Doubly more so now that she had discarded the body tying her to physical reality.
Ledaine had given her all there is to know. She wrestled 10% of divine authority from Eterna with her own willpower, Ledaine somehow acquired 11%. That marginal difference was all that is needed to overturn her power, disabling her defences. Ledaine then had somehow analysed the structure of Yggdrasil's being and is in the process of attacking it right now, compared to all of that the telepathy was trivial.
Suffocating, her nonexistent chest tightens and her lungs burn. Tears were shed and her mind follows accordingly, painting reality in a blurry filter.
"Dammit!! This can't be the end...!" (Yggdrasil)
Despite all the confidence, it's still taking a while for her to die. Her existence is being assautled by the enemy's magic, but her existence is vast and will require time to completely purge. Her logic circuits could no longer flow, her capabilities were rapidly shrinking... To that of a human's. Then... At least.
"Self-destruction!?" (Ledaine)
The tree explodes, bark erupts into flames that blot out the eery red sky with a gentle wave of smog. Pitch black clouds spread with residential zone 2A at the centre, drawing the concerned attention of the numerous residents. The clouds continue to spread, like a ravenous giant consuming all in its wake. To those on the ground, it might have seemed like the world was ending. The tree has only appeared for a day or two, these changes in the atmosphere were like signs of the end times, feeding into whatever eschatology the people believed in.
"This can't be real..." (Celia)
A certain blond haired classmate marveled at the sight through her bedroom window. She clutches her chest, remembering the incident of being whisked away into wonderland. Mirror type synthetic C grade Trace, a mass produced soldier designed to inflict mass casualties. Naturally, she didn't know it's name.
She only faintly trembled at the thought of it's hideous visage, the wriggling mass of flesh, the sharp glass like tendrils that sweep over the classroom. The heavy footsteps, loud sniffing and unbearable breathing groans that escape. If one would envision a horror movie's monster coming to life, that would be it. It was so disgustingly manufactured, as if it had been meticulously designed to incite fear and horror.
"Haa~ it's gone... It's gone forever, right?" (Celia)
She hated it. She hated the thought of it. Accepting the existence of magical girls is an insult to her dear father who died fighting an intruder. If they were as just and perfect as they claimed, why couldn't they have saved her? Why couldn't they take the place of her father? However, ever more so now than ever, she wished they were around. She wished the magical girls appeared out of nowhere to blow away the red sky and suffocating smog blocking the sun from ever reappearing.
"... Please... Please save us. A father's death is too trivial for you, their family's grief is even more beneath your notice. Because this is your real job, isn't it? To deal with what no one else can... " (Celia)
The rational distribution of roles to the perfect person suited for it, the optimal method to assign jobs to everyone, achieving a perfectly productive society. She tried her best to justify it, these reasons were born from the bitterness that she could never let go.
"They make you who you are. How magical girls see you, is who you really are. " (???)
Not a socialite or fashion model. Not a person of any particular importance, just a number in a spreadsheet. She turns around to find nobody, an odd voice appearing at an odd time. It's not surprising to find herself going slightly off her rockers.
"I can't accept this. Please, beat them." (Celia)
Without reason, she felt the magical girl that she met at the time was fighting out there. Or at least, she was sure that magical girl was on the side of humanity. White sparks flew in the air, Yggdrasil's existence was unravelling. They glow afloat, like puffy illuminating snowballs. Parts of her being have become translucent, like an apparition fading from the morning sun.
"It... Doesn't look like... I have a choice. I just have to do it. " (Yggdrasil)