46 Anima

Bastion held his hands together and summoned hundreds of billions of cp. A single flame appeared between his palms. It was no larger than the flame from a candle and yet he could feel so much power from it. He let the skill guide him in its use against the pokemorph. His left eye burned and time froze. Yet the flame continued to crackle. A lens made of chakra appeared in front of the flame aimed at the marker within the fleeing monster. Time picked back up as a solid beam of heat shot out melting the marker shard within the monster. It stopped before exploding into tons of necroflesh.

Bastion's chakra ran dry and he dropped. The ground approached quickly only for Marric to catch him. "That was something else. The necromorphs will build up up armor around their marker shards from now on." Marric said.

He felt his body work hard to refill his coils with chakra. Marric hauled him like a boulder to the the frigate. As they moved visions assaulted his mind while he was too low on chakra to resist them. Images of death, bodies ripping apart and turning into necromorphs, and the convergence. Doom of all life. The second his chakra recovered he forced the illusions from his mind.

They flew towards the next outbreak while he lay on a medical bed. Nurse pokegirl's tended to him but there was nothing wrong with his body. In less than an hour he had full reserves again.

The anima began to rise. Anima were pokégirls tortured into insanity. Their bodies were prisons keeping their souls in eternal torment. With their psychic powers they share their pain with those around them sometimes creating their lower form Penance, from unfortunate pokégirls. They have four types, ghost, magic, psychic, and celestial. Honestly, the necromorphs couldn't have found easier prey if they tried.

It was the markers torturing pokégirls into insanity. From their suffering eventually came the anima. The makers were fused with these powerful pokégirls and they transformed. Necroanima, a solid ether shell protected them from most physical damage, and they were highly resistant to all forms of energy and magic damage. The marker's within magnified their maddening psychic presence infecting other pokégirls.

Their flesh was black covered in spikes and chains that ripped through their flesh. Black blood constantly flowed down their bodies rusting the chains. Only cloth wrappings covered their modesty. Their formerly bound arms are open revealing mouths in place of breasts. Their bodies glowed with a red haze produced by the markers. Only the psychic dampeners kept the pokégirls within the ship from going insane from such close proximity to their psychic power.

Pokegirls all over the city writhed in agony evolving into penances, then anima, and after their deaths necroanima. From satellite readings they were devouring chunks of the markers and holding them in their bodies. From there they began traveling to other cities.

This was a crime against this world. Anima shouldn't exist, they are everything wrong with he world. Bastion felt his cloak cover his body in green.

A hand stopped him from opening the cargo door leading out of the frigate. He looked to see Angel. Her golden eyes stared into his. "Why did you come, did you want to become like those monsters down there?" Bastion demanded.

"If you die so will I. Better to go out together than to remain to see the end." Angel said. His hand cupped her cheek.

"What of Mao and our unborn child? Don't they get a say in this?" Bastion asked.

"If you die then this world isn't worth living in anyway." Angel said. He closed his eyes and took a breath. That was a mirror. She told him what she thought he wanted to hear." The frigate pulled up then shook, something was pulling them down.

"Enough of your bullshit. Get somewhere safe and keep that kid in your womb alive. I'm going down there to free us." Bastion said and shoved her through one of the doors before locking it.

She punched the door to the cargo hold hard, nearly ripping it from the hinges. He flashed his sharingan and put her under Genjutsu. Using fire release, he torched the edges of the door welding it to make it air tight.

The cargo hold door opened sucking out the air to equalize pressure. He leapt out and saw thousands of black chains holding the frigate. He flew through hand seals. "Wind style great scythe jutsu," Bastion yelled summoning his chakra and forming massive blade. It cleaved through the chains circling the aircraft letting the frigate leave.

Bastion let himself drop thousands of feet smashing into the ground like a meteor. Dirt and concrete shot up all around him. He found the nearest necroanima and extended a cloaked hand lifting her off the ground before blasting it with a corona of fire release. Chains leapt at him and he leapt up out of the way. Hundreds of them dogpiled on him with transcendent sword. The glowing holy blades stabbed into his hardened cloak failing to pierce it. Whip like tentacles made from chakra shot from Bastion's back hardening and gaining an edge before they impacted his opponents cutting into them.

Taking the arm of one of the transcendent sword users, he stabbed into those around it before blasting it with fire release. His fists pulverized his enemies and he melted the marker fragments.

Yet, they kept coming. He created rasenshuriken and tossed them like candy at the coming hordes but they were individually comparable to him. Dark bombs impacted him sending him back as they began forming lines and firing on him.

The markers had begun making them more intelligent. Drones working for the hivemind fearless and predictable. He dove underground and spread his chakra into the earth. Thousands of square kilometers quickly became his to control. He was the ruler of the underground.

As the chains dove after him he condensed the earth stopping the chains cold. A single massive sharingan eyes appeared over the ground as a giant rose. 200stories tall bastion could feel them climb up his body.