Faced with the threat of a lowly mortal, the Greater Daemon of Chaos dearly wished it could indignantly rebuke him.
Noble beings of the Warp were not something mortals of the material realm could imagine, much less profane. How could creatures with such brief lives and such pitiful power dare speak such outrageous nonsense?
Yet faced with the Untouchable standing right before it, wielding anti-daemon weaponry specially tailored for beings like it, Samus still swallowed hard. Instinctively, it clung to the thought that as long as there was life, there was hope.
If a Warp creature died at the hands of an Untouchable, its essence would be swallowed by that psychic black hole, leaving it with no possibility of resurrection.
At Lox's signal, Captain Dulles led his squad members slowly closer.
With every step taken by these soulless beings, fully encased in specially made power armor, the field amplified and projected by their equipment grew stronger.
Even a human like Lox felt ill beneath the increasingly powerful soulless field, his body weakening all over. There was no need to mention Samus, whose very essence was that of a psychic being.
Its screams grew more piercing. Black blisters appeared across its crimson scars, bursting open with explosive force and leaving behind even uglier marks.
"Look at these detestable things that were once so arrogant. They fear death too. Fear only makes them more reckless. Banishment cannot intimidate them; it only makes them determined to return."
"They freely tempt mortals, promising false rewards to make them commit foolish acts and allow them to descend into the material universe. They sit securely in the Warp and wait. Even if the mortal before them does not take the bait, as long as they keep trying, someone will eventually have their eyes blinded by their