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Asmo said, "Yeah. Me too." Just then, all sanity fled from his eyes. "Hey, Patches. All these worlds. Lots of food. What do you say we go raise...
"There's a portal here to pretty much every world that matters," explained Maya. "And you two now have the power to come back here any time you...
"It is." He smashed it on the ground, and everyone in the room was transported elsewhere. It was a huge chamber, with stone walls that smelled...
He turned and slowly stumbled away. Dusty had been holding the urn in his magic the entire time, while Asmo was still focused on that crystal.
"So... I'm free to leave, then?"
He got up after a minute of struggling. "...I should be dead. I don't know why I survived." He hacked up more formaldehyde. "You are the superior...
"They're soul fragments..." Asmo walked up to one as if he were drawn to it, and picked it up. Just then, a familiar stallion staggered in. He had...
"Good. Let's go." Asmo made his way to the throne room to find shelves containing thousands of large crystals.
"You alright? Need to sit down for a second?"
"Whoa, hold on it's me." Asmo took a few steps back.
Dusty and Maya decided to check the throne room for threats, while Asmo waited for Stuffy to wake up. He took on the form of that cat.
"That was... horrifying," said Maya. "I can't believe you beat him, dude! Nopony ever has!"
Asmo chuckled. "Good."
Asmo retracted his tentacles just before the patchwork reached them. "Any chance he'll live?" he asked.
His eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare..." He started to pull his way out, but Asmo pierced his side with a tentacle, holding him in place. The...
He was hurt, but not out. He looked down at the sword in his body, then up at Stuffy. He grabbed the sword and began pulling it out.
Asmo gave him a hard uppercut, causing his massive ball of death to fly elsewhere.
(Stuffy's 'reality', I was implying he was dazed) This knocked her on her back. He got up, looked down on her, and dragged a hoof across his...
"We should just let her enjoy this beat down," Maya said. Asmo and Dusty did not object. The stallion snapped back to reality, if he could call it...
His pupils shrank as formaldehyde shot out of his mouth. As the first wave of attacks ended, he started to wobble.
