[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Rampaging forth like a storm, Helliodoro is as dull as ever, but perhaps there is the tiniest inkling of intelligence somewhere within the damaged grey matter of the Arrancar. One hand holds what is a cero, instantly formed and growing rapidly. Another hand clutches into a fist, intending to blow away the feline before him. Of course, nothing well ever be as simple as Helliodoro, there is always an intricacy to the situations he puts himself in, intricacies he fails to understand. However, that is the fate of the fool.
SLLLLIIiiice
The dual attack of the grinning Arrancar finds purchase as intended and with very little resistance, both of Helliodoro’s arms come away from his body rather smoothly, almost as if mimicking Marcos' own ability, unwillingly however. With his dulled perception, it took Helliodoro until his arms were free of his body for him to take note of the ongoing events. Strangely enough, the scowl that decorates Helliodoro’s stare becomes fused and eerily so with a knowing, manic smirk. The loss of his two limbs does not phase him in the slightest, instead he continues his frontal assault as though nothing had happened. Whether the star eventually caught onto the quirks of his foe and his abilities, or he didn't, it didn't matter to him. Marcos could have reacted faster and to Helliodoro it seems to be exactly that, yet it does not phase the Sun. This being the first time the two are interacting leaves unknown factors and surprises for both parties.
Making use of the torque he'd produced to launch his fist into Marcos' body, he instead rockets his foot from the sands below in a horizontal arc towards the legs of the Arrancar in front of himself. Once again one of his limbs is launched with herculean strength and a velocity to match. The arc of his assault propels his shin one of the mischievous Arrancar's knees, and the second knee in collateral. The destructive wave of force that would have been caused by the impact of his fist is not dealt by his leg as his shin makes contact with it's target. The first sound to be heard in a rapid symphony is the shattering of Hierro. Second is the splintering and decimation of bone, followed finally by the tearing of flesh and muscle as everything below and including the knees is severed and catapulted away. Mirroring the sickening sounds of carnage, the screams of pain from the deserts is a chorus of deafening clattering and shattering of earth and rock, followed soon after by a heavy rain of sand.
While his arms fall from their original home, they begin to spasm and shake uncontrollably, the cero clutched within a hand also beginning to flare out, almost as if trying to lash out tendrils of energy at whatever is near by.
Thud thud
Masked by the roaring clash of rubble, unheard by either of the two Arrancar, this is the dull sounds of both severed arms landing upon the sands. If it were anyone else that the cat were fighting, that sound would be hollowing. Unfortunately, it is Helliodoro who lost his arms and atop that, Helliodoro’s cero, now left unattended. Not a moment after the dull sound of the limbs hitting the sands, the world around Helliodoro and Marcos is flooded in a hellish, blinding white. A cataclysmic supernova claims the two bodies and more, a pillar of expanding out in every direction at an impossible speed. Most of what is caught is rendered non-existent instantaneously. The thunderous calamity within an instant threatens to claim not only the two combatants but all of Las Noches, coming just short of the main structure, a single step among the countless is left behind. This is the consequence of disturbing the careful flow of the Star's unstable core, a culmination of the wild and uncontrolled Reiryoku of the star, contained within his severed arms and composing the intensely compact Cero.
Whatever damage is previously dealt to the arena, is now null and void, an immense crater left in the wake of the incinerating explosion. Black and charred, there is not a speck of the marble sands that can be spotted within the expansive scar and from the smoke, only one thing is heard.
"GYAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU ANNOYING FUCKIN' IDIOT! THOUGHT YOU WERE SLICK HUH!?!"
The manic laughter of a Hollow who stands in the center of the black crater. Beyond the laughter however, there is something far greater to take note of. It is most definitely Helliodoro, but even those with a less developed reikaku are capable of noting the difference in the being. The once intense heat that could be felt within the Hollow was comparable to himself prior to his evolution, only it rose before being calmed. Now, it seemed that the depths of his Reiryoku only grew continuously, getting hotter and frenzied by the moment.
What can be said for the Felines fate? Either he would perish in the initial blast, or his regenerative abilities allow him to survive, much like Helliodoro. The latter being a worse fate. Unlike Helliodoro, Marcos will become subject to the destabilising nature of the Sun's energy. The regenerative abilities of the Feline suffer to hold the body together as the very core of the body becomes irradiated and sickly. Cells wither and die rapidly. The body fails to contain its life's ichor as it spills from each and every orifice rather brutally.
Within the crater, Hellidoro stands with his arms angled outward, his fingers curling in on themselves and then flattening out repeatedly. His feet shift and move constantly. His entire body seems to shift and move with every second that passes, entirely incapable of standing still it seems. His head shifts from left to right as he takes in his surroundings, spinning around entirely to get a full view everything. His eyes survey a land that even in its carbonised state refuses to stay still, each and every inch of the crater bubbles as though it were liquid before coming to a still and fading out of the corporeal realm. His breathing is rapid and almost seems like it stutters as adrenaline and an overwhelming bloodlust now fills the beast. This released bloodlust and vigor is accompanied by a fresh body. His flesh, hair and a majority of his form had burnt away like everything else, only to be regrown and regenerated in perfect shape without a moments notice.
"Come on out! Psst psst psst, come here, Gatito!"
The taunting words of a Arrancar pushed to his true nature.

 

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Quote:”Name? No, I never caught it, he didn’t seem like the type to exchange names. Also, what of the vacant spots? What have you done to prove yourself worthy of reaching that peak? Hmm? I’m sure the spots will be filled in due time.”

Izeel continued to stand idly waiting for the construction of the prison designed for Kassius to finish while the God-King observed the Hogyoku closely and responded to his inquiries. He listened intently to what he said but when asked about what Izeel has done to prove himself worthy while killing people wise he has not accomplished anything but his many inventions and projects were different stories. Although, he took this as a rhetorical question so did not bother to retort to his question. Also on closer examination, it proved that the God-King was not very fond of such talks in rank noticing the sudden mood change. He didn’t push it any further because he just overcame another mood swing seconds ago. The timer kept ticking away while they spoke as if counting every second these two personalities of different spectrum's' minds seemed to clash in this conversation. Upon hearing how whatever technique the God-King used to contain this Arrancar of Abomination in such a peculiar form of a ball of meat seemed to be unraveling at the seams, Izeel no longer stood idly by anymore walking to the computers constructing the confinement for Kassius.

He immediately started to redirect 90% of Las Noches power supply sully into his laboratory causing lights to either turn off, dim or flicker. With some of his technical equipment running above their maximum outputs, he managed to speed up to process greatly all the while listening to what else Max had to say with him still in view. He watched how Max crushed the Hogyoku casing within his grasp into pieces followed by Kassius getting thrown to Izeel as he caught the blob of meat out of the air like a second thought before taking a much closer look at him. Strange enough when he witnessed his greatest creation destroyed before his eyes, Izeel didn't react at all. What reason could this be when he showed clear irritation witnessing Max ruin his organization and laboratory equipment? Did he decide to alter his brain chemistry once again or maybe what he did present was an exact perfect replica for a situation like this? Izeel remained not phased for the moment focused on the completion of the structure, and just like the God-King was going to need to come up with new ways to stop Kassius, Izeel needed to constantly come up with new methods to evolve Dios Devorado to make sure it could contain Kassius. Soon after the timer hit 0 seconds on the countdown the Bocha that created a blackening cloud high up in the air began to take actual form finally signifying its completion.

Quote:”You may see me as some power hungry muscle headed brute but I am much more intelligent than I let on, amigo. I would be smart enough to not make only one Hogyoku or atleast have enough sense to make a fake and a real one. I did not subdue that monster with brawn alone, remember that and should I find out that you still have a potential Hogyoku your life will be forfeited. Now hurry with that structure because that blob is getting quite agitated hehe.”

Izeel immediately placed Kassius' meatball form inside of a rocket tube that shot upwards into Dios Deverado transferring him inside of the massive living fortress. For now, this would be enough to hold this abomination, but the wonderful thought of improving this holding cell to contain an ever so evolving being brought Izeel great joy. He let out a small sigh before turning to face the God-King once again when curiously on what he had to say about him, and what he thought he was viewed as. He cleaned his glasses before setting them back on looking directly toward Max with an eerily smile on his face and made sure to speak in a respectful tone of his voice so his words weren’t mistaken.
” On the contrary God-King I don’t see you that way at all. Power is nothing without the intelligence to implement it properly. You show what it takes to lead us into a new era and become something more than just savage monsters. You have clear sight in mind outside of mindless destruction, and not just anybody can bring so many clashing personalities together through just brawn alone. The Cero Espada is now properly contained until ready to be weaponized.”
Afterward, he handed Max a special device designed to remotely control Dios Deverado. With this device, he could choose to open up a doorway to unleash Kassius within Hueco Mundo or open up Garganta inside of it. This allowed the God-King to send Kassius directly into the World of the Living to the poor souls called that their homes, like a care package of death and destruction.

 

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護廷十三隊
Two Weeks Later

 

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Two Weeks Ago
Monitoring a Beast
Kassius had finally been effectively removed from Hueco Mundo’s surface, the monstrosity was now living cozy in his floating prison. This was not enough to satisfy Maximiliano and so he stuck around in Izeel’s lab, lounging around and monitoring Kassius alongside him. Max made himself at home, toying around with all sorts of lab equipment, nothing vital to Izeel, just random odds and ends. However he was always quick to hover over the scientist’s shoulder when any alert related to Kassius rang out. It seemed like the monster was unable to leave his new home but further observations were required.
During this time Max made a few requests of the scientist, the first was a Reiatsu dampening tool or device, something he could wear that could lower his signature and mask who he really was. In an odd twist of irony Izeel crafts a head wrap for the God King to wear, masking not only his Reitasu but hiding his mane of black hair as well. Looking into a mirror he adjusts it and looks at himself.

”Hmm, a bit of a hassle to put on but I think I’ve got it.”
He comments out loud about it but is otherwise pleased with it, turning his head to the left and right. Ironic to even say but the man felt quite “naked” without his hair out, such a trivial feeling would pass with time. With his hair gone his Reiatsu signature would dip as well, something possibly felt by everyone in Las Noches if they were at the palace. At one point in time the term “everyone” only meant the Espada, their fraccion and the former Espada but now it has a different meaning.
The Strength of Hueco Mundo
Between pestering Izeel and monitoring Kassius Max had used that time to test out a new toy, the strange egg he consumed after his bout with the monster. Layer upon layer of spirals were placed on it to keep its power compressed only releasing bits at a time so the God King can get accustomed to it. He had adjusted enough of its power to project it unto others, namely other Hollows. One by one, Gillian, and Adjuchas evolved into Arrancar, bit by bit Maximiliano was growing a massive army the likes of Hueco Mundo had never seen.
Shinigami are more than prepared and equipped to handle the average Hollow but how would they handle an Arrancar? They would have to compete with Sonido, Hierro, Regeneration, and Resurrección. Would the average Shinigami be able to take down an Arrancar or would they require help from their higher ups? Max would not test this theory, not yet as he wanted to grow his army more, he was preparing for something grand, something that will rattle the very heavens.
Back to the time spent in the lab, on one particular day Max was laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, thinking, pondering, plotting. His mouth parts to speak, inhaling in a way that is done to get the attention of Izeel.
”You know, apparently Quincy used some sort of shadow portal to invade Hueco Mundo, same for Soul Society as well, I believe. You would know better than I since my knowledge was passed down through word of mouth. That being said, do me a favor amigo and look into it, yeah? Either figure out how they work or figure out if we can open up a Garganta on the other side of them. Our next big step will be the slaughter of those Quincy scum.”
It was yet again another request yet this one should prove to be more entertaining as it give Izeel a chance to use his powers around Hueco Mundo as a whole. As lazy and idle as the God King was behaving his mind was constantly thinking of ways to attack his enemy, right now the Soul Society is too much of a force to deal with, especially with their lack of Espada to challenge their Captains. Right, the Espada, two new Espada joined the fold, Kassius and Helliodoro. After suffering defeat at the hands of Max, Kassius and then Marcos the manic dull minded Arrancar proved himself strong enough to hold the title of Segunda Espada. Despite how much he may have protested against it Max would be a fool to turn away someone strong enough to fight against the upper ranks and still live. That Star certainly is a hard one to kill.
Present Day
An Idea
Two weeks have passed, Kassius can officially be considered contained and secure, for now. However, Max continues his stay within Izeel’s lab, staring at something just out of sight that seemed to be quite interesting to him.

”You’ve made great leaps in your ability to replicate Shinigami technology. What are these again? Gi-gai? Gigai? And we can just use these to walk around in the world of the living? Fascinating.”
Maximiliano is a rare Hollow who has not stepped out of Hueco Mundo very often to feast on humans back during his days as an Adjuchas, given the nature of his Reiatsu their souls would collapse before he could even eat them. It was not as if they were very filling, not like another Adjuchas would be and they would boost his power more than any human soul. Though this also means he has never gotten a chance to see that world much, a handful of times when hunting with packmates he would accompany them but mostly stood around as he already knew what would happen if he got too close to a human. So it is reasonable that the God King has a bit of a curious nature about the living world. The mindless humans who have built towers of stone, metal and glass, swarming the streets like ants over a carcass all while being oblivious to the higher beings who lurk outside their senses.
Maximiliano sits down looking at the Gigai still, pondering its advantages and disadvantages. He gets a devious idea, one that he could entrust to another Arrancar but he wants a chance to do footwork himself. As God King he should not dirty himself with grunt work, however, Max is a hands-on ruler he enjoys doing things himself. It is this mentality that has given him total control over Hueco Mundo, directly killing those who would challenge him or oppose him. His devious idea is recon, he wants to study up on the human terrain, if their eventual battle with the Quincy spills out into the living world it would be good to catch a glimpse of what it would be like. Shinigami patrol patterns, if they use such a thing, large populated areas, and where the Quincy set their roots at. His plan is to minimize human casualties, if this is done perhaps the Shinigami would turn a blind eye to them long enough to wipe out their common enemy. Max starts to grin and looks over to Izeel who is probably working on some experiment.

”Mi amigo, I’m going to take one of these Gigai for a spin. It has been centuries since I’ve set foot in the living world. Of course I’m not asking for your permission.”
The man stands to his feet and approaches a Gigai, placing his hand upon it and raising an eyebrow wondering how it worked exactly. He manages to figure it out and merges with the Gigai, a brief white light shines in the room followed by the God King collapsing to a kneel. Concealed by shadow he can't exactly be seen and his black mane drapes itself over his body further concealing the result of the merge.
”This is what it feels like to be human? I feel so fragile and weak… Hmm, I still have use of my abilities… to a small degree. No matter, I suppose this will make due, besides it’s just a sightseeing trip… Ah, clothes, I don’t believe a loin cloth is… apropiado for the living world, yes?”
His Reiatsu patterns changed to that of a Fullbringer, given that race's powers being more akin to Hollow’s Izeel managed to use that to his advantage when crafting these Gigai. While Shinigami can mask themselves and seemingly become human, the Arrancar will become something close to human. Max rummages around with the clothing options, picking out an assortment of items and finally walks out as he places a hat on his head, clearly the man knows nothing about clothing considering how he parades around in nothing but a loin cloth but his fashion sense is surprisingly good.
”Ah! How is this amigo? Very human like, yeah? Hmm, this Gigai changed my skin color as well, that will take some getting used to. I’m very proud of my complexion, it matches the sands of our home, makes me feel close to Hueco Mundo, as if I were born from its very sands. Now, I’m heading off if anyone asks where I went… tell them… I’m out for a walk. Hahaha! I’ll try to bring you something back amigo, you’ve been a great help these two weeks.”
A Stroll Through Town
Max turns and opens a Garganta, and passes through it. On the other end it opens in an alley, out of view from human eyes. He steps out of the alley, his 6’8” frame is quite imposing here in japan, his facial features and his tanned skin make it obvious he is a foreigner. Some citizens think he may be someone famous given his appearance and snap pictures. The God King smirks at them and turns away to begin walking down the streets of… Naruki.
”It’s best not to get too close to Karakura just yet, I’ll take my time and make a smooth transition into it. Ah these humans, what curious creatures they are.”
No one knows they are in the presence of royalty, furthermore no one knows they are in the presence of a man who could level the entire city with nothing but his Reiatsu. All they see is a man who must be in town to work with Stephania, who else would look and dress like this and not work for that brand?

To Naruki

 

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TWO WEEKS AGO…

The thing known as Kassius was the first creature to ever inspire fear into the Godking, and it would seem that he paid the price. Though a brute in every aspect, Kassius was not a brainless monster, which makes him all the more dangerous. However, in his blood-thrill he could not possibly have accounted for the scope of Max’s power. It would seem that the aspect of Tension was superior to that of Brutality. Tension after all, is an endless potential that is never fulfilled, it is dread without relief, a subtle suffering. Brutality is loud, it is violent and painful and cruel, but it is brief, a physical moment in time that comes and goes. While Kassius possessed the ability to evolve in his regeneration, Maximiliano possessed the power of infinity in his spirals. In their first encounter, the Cero Espada’s regeneration simply could not outlast the God King’s constant suppression. Yet, just as spirals are infinite, they are also incomplete. In and attempt to completely destroy the creature, Max only succeeded in suppressing it. Incapable of killing, he settled with subduction, and in quickness of mind, chose to imprison.
The Godking would take Kassius back to Las Noches, unwittingly fulfilling Kassius’ desire in the first place. The Brute had begun walking in the direction of the palace when he was confronted by the Godking and Helliodoro. Though he was unaware of the palace’s existence, or that so many powerful life forms inhabited the place, Kassius had hoped that by walking in the direction of Elliora’s flight path he might come across other such brazen creatures to brutalize. Fighting against Max’s suppression, the pulverized Kassius would have his first tour of the palace as a lump of flesh and bone. To the many who remained ignorant of the creature’s arrival and power, their first impression of Kassius would come off as harmless and almost comical. However, the inhabitants of Las Noches could not feel what their God King felt.

Walking through the palace, the God King would address his subjects, who looked upon Kassius with blissfully ignorant curiosity. Having faith in the power of their sovereign ruler, the Arrancar held no fear of the lump of flesh in their God King’s hand, never questioning if the thing was a threat capable of escape. Max in turn would indulge this perception, a good leader, he knows not to sow the seeds of doubt in those who admire him. What the subjects of Las Noches were unaware of, is that originally, Max had succeeded in turning Kassius into a pure sphere of flesh. Yet upon his arrival to Las Noches, the mass of meat had grown an eye, a mask fragment, and began to sprout tendrils. This growth was not the result of a release of pressure on the God King’s part. Max’s control over the brute had remained consistent in the vice grip of its power. Yet the creature was growing all the same. It was evolving to overcome even the pure concentration of the God King’s power and focus. With each second that passed with Kassius in Max’s hand, the Godking would feel Kassius' own power rising to overcome his own. What he contained in his hand was not a defeated opponent, but a living bomb of spiritual power. Should the Godking have given the creature even a modicum of release, the explosion of spiritual power and growing writhing flesh would threaten to destroy all of Las Noches, and take the lives of those inside. Yet, the God King stood idle, and allowed his subjects their moment of his attention.

While the Arrancar chatted away, the God King stood patiently and listened, entertaining their idle pratter with a politeness and courtesy that betrayed the dire circumstance of the situation. While Izeel ranted about his own self-justifications he held no fear of the curiosity before him, viewing solely as a new wealth of knowledge or perhaps a scientific challenge. While he spoke to spare his life from Max, he remained unaware that Max was already sparing his life from Kassius. The flesh-being in the Godking’s hand had resisted his power and regenerated enough to grow back a primitive form of sentience. With its single eye, it observed the white-coated Arrancar before it. The moment the would-be victim's presence registered within the flesh’s mind, it would spring into action. Its natural instincts taking over, a tendril would sprout from its mass, its tip adorned with hardened cells that mimicked the steel of a zanpakuto. The coiled tension of its muscle fibers are released, much like its release from the God King’s own tension, and the tendril flies at an imperceptible speed. The result of this attack would be like a wire cutting through Izeel’s neck, severing the scientist’s head from his shoulders. Or at least this would have been the case, if Max in the very same instant, did not work to suppress this sudden burst of energy. This killer instinct, an act of violence happening at the speed of perception, would repeat itself countless times with each second, growing increasingly powerful with each attempt, increasingly more infuriated. The God King however, appeared to keep his composure, his pride seeming to prevent him from reiterating the urgency in which a cell must be built to contain this creature. By the end of Izeel’s speech, he would have been executed within the flesh creature’s mind over a thousand times.
Finally, the new Espada’s prison would be completed, and the God King relieved of his duties as a jailer. Kassius’ writhing flesh would be handed off to Izeel, yet before it could act to kill the scientist, it would be launched skyward into the new abomination. Titled the Cero Espada, Kassius had been given his own domain, as is the tradition within this place. He had been sent to the most secure facility within the entire dimension, a floating fortress designed not to keep others out, but to keep Kassius in: Dios Devorado (神の貪食者, Kami no donshoku-sha; “Devourer of Gods”).

Recently injected within the fleshy-fortress, the wad of meat known as Kassius begins to squirm and bulge. Prior until now, every cell of the creature was being assaulted by the suppressing spiral patterns of the God King’s ability. To counteract that, Kassius’ regeneration ability evolved to reform in the shape of the spiral, causing the patterns to function more like drills than screws, spewing up flesh as they dug in. Adapting to heal under such conditions is why Kassius transformed from a perfect sphere into a mutant lump and how he was able to restore his eyesight and consciousness, being perhaps the only creature in existence that could openly defy the God King’s power in such a way. However, now that the monster’s cells were not being bombarded by these oppressive reiryoku spirals, it would have to adapt to regenerating properly again. At first, the lump of flesh explodes into a writhing mass of tendrils, which lash about and utterly lacerate the interior of the prison. Moving at insane speeds, these tendrils are near invisible, only being followed by the high pitched whistling of them slashing through the hair. Further, the blood of the Prison’s walls rains through the air, as even the blood splatter is sliced into droplets.
Just as quickly as these tendrils had grown, they now retract. The meatball of a man remains still. Its eye quickly darting about the room. Even in this primitive consciousness, Kassius can feel his energy being drained from him. He watches in this crippled form as the walls use his own energy to regenerate. What the single eye fails to see is a target in which to brutalize, the warehouse-sized room of flesh being completely empty. Being so unable to locate a victim, the lump appears to enter a dormant state, remaining still for several seconds. That is, until the mass of flesh begins to bulge once more, bubbling as it appears to expand, contorting into an uncanny and yet recognizable figure.

“Huh? What the fuck happened…”

Kassius’ voice rings out, as he steadily grows back into his humanoid form. The bone-flesh of his body grows through tendrils, bulging tumors, and spikes, growing upwards from the ground. Extraneous limbs, exposed bones, and artificial flesh twist and contort back into Kassius’ true form. The white of the bone turns to a tan flesh and a deep black, as even his clothes are restored. Running a deformed hand through his regrown artificial hair he returns to consciousness as though waking from a slumber. His single eye groggily opens as it slowly takes in his new home.

“Where the hell am I now?”

The imperfections of his regeneration disappear, fading like old wounds as he stands once more in his perfect form. It as though he has never received a scratch on his body, as though the unending torment he had just endured were as harmless as a breeze on the skin. His mind no longer ponders where he had been, it hardly recalls the God King or reminisces on the victims he scattered about the desert. His mind instead was focused on the now. The flesh-walls of this place were familiar to him, nostalgic even, as they were similar in nature to the fleshy-goo that composed the dangai walls. As much as his former hunting ground had been a home for him, it had also been a prison. As such, Kassius recognizes the situation he is in. Unlike the Dangai, this place was not frequented by Kōtotsu, Shinigami, and lost souls in which to prey one. The torment here is not that Kassius is confined, it is that he is deprived of victims, devoid of entertainment.
Kassius raises his clenched fists, a smile spreading across his face, before punching the side of his prison. The impact would roar like thunder above the skies of Las Noches, shaking the Prison itself as the massive Hollow would tilt in its position in the skies before readjusting. Within, Kassius’ arm would be sunken into the fleshy walls shoulder deep, while the prison remained unphased.
Now, his smiling face twisted into a grimace, enraged at the audacity of this construct. His buried arm explodes into a barrage of tendrils not unlike his assault before. This time however, they are concentrated, serving to obliterate only a certain radius, as though sawing through the walls. Yet just as quickly as he cut the prison, it would heal. Further enraged, Kassius’s entire body began to deform, tendrils growing from his flesh and coating everything but his face. Releasing a thundering roar, he erupts in pure physical power, and launches himself towards the prison walls.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

PRESENT DAY…

After two weeks of onslaught, Kassius lay completely and utterly defeated upon the crimson floor of his new quarters. It is true that Kassius likely could have amplified his abilities to such a point that he can escape, or may otherwise concoct another strategy to do so. However, with each swing, cut, punch, and tear, Kassius suffered not from a limit in strength, but in attention. Without a victim in which to brutalize, Kassius lost his strength of will, growing increasingly bored with each attack. He entered a state of indifference, where normally he would reach an automated mentality and enact some sort of genocide. Contained as he currently was though, he lacked any victims with which to do this. Ultimately, what imprisoned Kassius within this cell is not the Strength of the Prison, but the Weight of his boredom. The bucking stallion had finally been broken, lying helpless within his room as he suffers from boredom in a catatonic state.