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"No, you idiot!" yelled John, as Herobrine regenerated and formed a suit of armour. "You're attacks aren't working! Stop-"
There was a sudden change in the atmosphere, as if time was slowing down to a crawl. The air dimmed to a dark blue and tasted of tin. The Chosen Few saw something like this happen back in the Imagiverse Centre when Kira was fighting Laadan. It was the fabric of Fantasy being put through the wringer.
A tear in said fabric opened up high above them, and an eye the size of a star, glass and set in bronze eyelids, emerged on a set of jointed appendages. A voice that John would describe as "like the clockwork of the universe" could be not just heard, but felt. "WARNING. CLASS 20 SINGULARITY DETECTED. ANALYSING AREA FOR SOURCE OF OUTLAWED ENERGY." The eye suddenly glowed like a supernova, outlining every surface and being in the void. For a moment, the Chosen Few saw into the void, platforms spanning out into infinity. In that moment, it was like seeing into the universe. The eye would then focus onto Herobrine, where the pupil dilated. "SOURCE DETECTED. SPECIES:HALF-HUMANOID, HALF-DEMON. POWER LEVEL: UNIDENTIFIABLE. INITIATING ELIMINATION PROTOCOL."
There was a sound, like Max's cannon arm charging up but magnified beyond the mortal scale of sound, so loud that it could no longer be heard. However, that could not compare to the sound and sensation afterwards, which was like a star imploding. It would have sounded like that if the ears hadn't shut down at that point. No-one could see anything but a bright light. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Nothing much changed, except that Herobrine, Rosa and Jason were gone. "ELIMINATION PROTOCOL COMPLETE. HALF-ANGEL AND HUMANOID MECH PILOT TRANSFERRED TO A SUITABLE LOCATION. EQUILIBRIUM RESTORED. HAVE A NICE DAY." On that note, the eye retracted into the tear, which healed itself. Time flowed back into the void, and all was relatively normal again.
A moment past before Max said, "The f*** just happened?"
"I think Herobrine pissed off a Celestial-type construct," said John, completely nonplussed. "I think that was Trutinus, the Construct of Balance. I've only heard of it in books and the like. Goldren created a lot of machines to keep the Imagiverse ticking."
"Well, at least that edge-lord's gone."
"Indeed. I think it's time to thank the gods."