Laadan was taken aback briefly, blinking out of sync with each of her eyes, when Kira said something actually positive, not only positive but used the inclusive we. It seems she wasn't the only one who is learning new words! She is broken from that moment by the disciple sent flying her way, it was time to finish this in style.
With a dramatic display, she lifts her head into the air and opening her mouth wide releases floating globs of translucent purple goo that joins together and grows in size, until it is the size of a beach ball. With its formation, ripples are sent through the air, and she reaches out grabbing onto something with all four of her hands, this being ethereal green chains forming out of the air, attaching to the glob ball which now has a glowing green star in its center.
"I'll let you in on a secret before I, Laadan, smash you through this dimensional plane," she says, swinging the large makeshift weapon in circular motions, causing space to warp around her and generating ringing sounds that resonate in the air. "You fail because you're too complacent, and as such, failed to evolve."
With that she swings the ball down upon the disciple, a force of which will literally smash him straight through into another plane.
Herobrine
As Herobrine lies dying,for him alone time stops, the area around soon engulfed in a sea a black except the tree and ground beneath him forming a small island. The sound of drips are heard in the distance, echoing. Luminous green orbs begin to appear and float around him and the tree, appearing one after, casting a reflection in the blackness. Shimmering white rings begin to ripple through the black as something approaches, that being Mal'kdet himself, stepping towards Herobrine, before suddenly warping up close.
"How many times am I going to see you bleeding? We really ought to stop meeting like this," the jester taunts, now hovering over him, the orbs now orbiting him. He tilts his mask sideways. "Look, I get it, life sucks and all that, fate is cruel and so on. But you've got to like, laugh a little at everything or it'll consume you. Maybe you are too hard on yourself, I dunno, but you don't seem to realize that in spite of it all, you have a lot to be thankful for, things that something like me can't have. Wow, geez, I'm sounding like some kinda motivational poster here, haha..."
A clenched dark hand with four fingers appears up from the inky black behind Mal, opening up to reveal an orange eye in the center of the palm. Floating above the air is a concentration of pure essence, feathery tendril-like whisps of blue circling its glowing form. It is like a concentration of life itself, and very well is probably such.
"Either way, I bring a gift, that being... well, a disappointment for the reaper, Aether, that which bonds all life, it'll probably not have any side effects," he says, drawing the living energy to him, its weird form coiling around him as he pushes it towards Herobrine. It, despite its weird shape and strange wiggling, has a natural warmth to it, healing him as it is being absorbed.
"You'll need all your strength to face Cardes, after all, haha. Try not to throw this life away carelessly."
With that the weird darkness dissolves away, space and time returning to normal like it never changed. For Heronbrine, he would have been the only one to have who would have witnessed it. To those sensitive enough, however, they may have felt a very brief hiccup in space/time, and a flicker of Mal's presence. It however must have been more than a mere dream, as Herobrine's wounds were healing, and energy would be returning to his body.
