"Stop talking! I'll go find a Painboy! I knew a Boy like you was bound to get hurt on the battlefield. I bring a dozen Painboys every time I fight. They'll fix you up and stitch you back together."
Boss Copperhead was frantic, terrified that Little Slick would die. He couldn't lose such a great opponent!
Little Slick smiled. How could this avatar of his possibly die? Orks were plant lifeforms. Being cut in half through the stomach wasn't a fatal injury. A few stitches would fix everything.
Just as Little Slick was about to give some instructions, Boss Copperhead reached for the antenna on his head and ripped it off along with his hat.
"This thing'll get in the way of treatment. We'll put it back when you're fixed." Boss Copperhead's words were the last thing Little Slick heard. His connection was gone...
Kairos, who had remained hidden and watched from the shadows, was overjoyed.
He had thought his scheme had failed to catch Boss Slick, never imagining that another opportunity would arise now!
An eerie incantation spilled from Kairos's beaks. One head recited it forward, while the other recited it backward.
A powerful spirit was never constrained by the flesh. In this world, the elevation of the soul was true strength. Take the one seated on the Golden Throne: his body had long since died. It was his mighty soul that kept struggling to preserve that last thread of humanity and life.
With his connection severed, Boss Slick's consciousness should have returned to his main body. Yet when he opened his eyes, he saw not the enormous Psychic Power Convergence Tower on the Ice Planet, but a world of pure white.
"Heh heh heh. Fate is called fate because you have no right to refuse it." The instant