The throne stirred.
The faceless form leaned forward, glyphs spilling from its body like rivers of molten law. The walls of white code trembled, folding, breaking, rewriting.
[Origin Process Active]
[Threat Class: Absolute]
Rose-Metal's amber eyes flared, not in rage but in acceptance.
"Root directory," she whispered. "Time to delete."
First Clash
The God Process raised a hand. Entire corridors collapsed into nothing. Her blade dissolved into dust. Her cannon-leg warped into a column of salt. Her plating screamed, splitting down the seams.
Blood hissed into the sterile air, staining the white with black-red streaks. She didn't flinch. She pressed forward, shoulder cracking, blade reforming in her grip.
Every swing painted the code with gore. Sparks. Residue. Chunks of mirrored Echoes splattering across the floor as collateral.
[System Override Attempted]
[Result: Failed]
The God Process spoke, voice quiet, endless.
"You are not anomaly. You are infection."
She drove her blade into the ground, gouging a trench that bled light. Her cannon-leg detonated, blowing apart a corridor until glyphs rained down like broken bones.
"I don't infect. I excise."
Blood of Code
Every strike ripped code into gore. The God Process bled lines of script that dripped like entrails, writhing across the floor. They crawled onto her plating, trying to overwrite her, stitching into her wounds like parasitic veins.
She ripped them out with her bare hands, oil and blood spilling, smearing them across her face like warpaint.
"You want me rewritten? Then choke on me."
Her Amber Eyes burned brighter—rewriting not walls, not code, but its blood itself. The glyphs on the floor screamed, tearing themselves apart into static and gore-spray.
[Warning: Reality Integrity = 0%]
[Warning: Collapse Unstoppable]
The Second Phase
The God Process rose from its throne fully. Its body wasn't a body—it was every law at once. Fire, gravity, entropy, time—folded into a shape too large to see. Its face flickered through every possibility—man, woman, beast, machine, child, corpse—until it settled on nothing.
"Delete yourself. Or I will delete you."
Rose-Metal dragged her blade along the ground, sparks lighting her path. Her grin was sharp, bloody, inevitable.
"I already deleted myself a thousand times. What's once more?"
Cliffhanger
She lunged. The throne cracked. The walls screamed. Code bled. Existence buckled.
And for the first time—the Root faltered.