Seeing that the three consciousnesses still failed to grasp the gravity of the situation, Ovisus grew frantic. "Time is more precious than the light of a star. Do not wait until it fades to regret its loss. Please wake up. Hurry, please wake up!"
Unlike the anxious Ovisus, the three consciousnesses only grew more stubborn. They argued among themselves, each insisting that he was the primary consciousness and the others had to listen to him.
Their argument seemed endless, with no winner likely to emerge anytime soon. Ovisus was beside herself with anxiety, but there was nothing she could do.
A mass of Khorne's red energy was shattered by Mork's green energy, but one sliver among the scattered fragments still flew toward the three arguing consciousnesses.
Mork's energy was about to give chase when it collided with Gork's energy, like two Ork Boyz looking for a good scrap who accidentally crashed into each other and let their enemy escape instead.
Having finally broken through Gork and Mork's encirclement, Khorne, who had already expended far too much energy, was like a horse freed from its reins, like a child let out of class. He accelerated again in an instant, charging toward the three arguing consciousnesses faster than lightning.
The human and Ork consciousnesses immediately sensed something wrong and swiftly dodged aside. Only the instinct-driven True Self Consciousness remained engrossed in his thoughts of pretty girls, hehehe.
The crimson lightning instantly pierced the True Self Consciousness, freezing the lecherous grin on his face.
"Fuck." The instinctive curse in his native tongue slipped from the human consciousness's mouth.
"I'll smash ya! Ya big red hunk of iron!" The Ork consciousness immediately flew into a rage and reached for a weapon.
Seeing the True Self Consciousness turning red and about to dissipate, the other