Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20190910172647/@comment-35455126-20190910233849

Suddenly, the host screams as four wisps of black smoke with different-colored lights in them ~ green, gold, red and white respectively ~ erupt from his back and circle in the air. He looks up in horror. “W-w-what...!? The Archons...! My power....! NO!!!”

All the Apocalyptic Archons fly off in different directions. The white one warps away.

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“On it.” Retro said. He puts in a line of coding.

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The three remaining Archons were now trapped in floating space-time bubbles.

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“There. Problem solved....”

“....except the fourth one got away.”

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“Eh?” Alfred said.

Aquarius reverts back into humanoid form.