> Can't do that yet, then.
> Nothing for it. If this entity is coming to get a piece of us, we'll give it a piece of us. Start breaking this entity's borders.
>You set to work breaking it down. As huge and fearsome as this entity is in normal reality, outside of it, it is a fragile conglomeration of disparate things that have cling together, becoming one and many at the same time. And here, at its point of origin, it is most vulnerable to you. The cacophony of noises quickly stops as the barriers begin to shatter. The oppressive nature of it quickly fades away as the elements that created it shatter and fly apart. The chaos of the borders increases greatly as more and more shards of it fly away. Memories scatter to the winds, freed of impulses. The destructive impulse, lacking anything else, becomes impotent, unable to even actualize a thought that might give it impetus. Then there is the divine spark, stripped of everything, a forgotten god forgotten once again, no longer even an animus. Now bare to the world, you can see that it was once a tree, before it was forgotten.
>The world falls quiet. The presence is gone; it feels as though you had forgotten what it was like to not live on the edge of panic. A bit of bark falls upon your hand from above. Without their animus, these roots will likely not last for long.
>You were a child when the you arrived; frightened and hopeful. You can just barely remember as you stepped off the boat, wide-eyed and wondering at the city being built. You remember the fear in the air; the war had been lost, the Emperor had surrendered. You remember all too well the sounds of the planes and the bombs, thankfully absent from your life for the past few months. You didn't understand what was happening in the world, only that the war was over and your people had lost decisively. You understood this was supposed to be a terrible thing, yet the world seemed to be blooming anew. Your family fled from home, you don't understand why. But you don't miss it, so much has been lost and destroyed that it's difficult to remember anything else.
>More bark falls upon your head.
>_
