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Darksteel slipped away. Banda could tell that much. He needed to focus on mementori in order to locate him again. Where was he?

Agh, what was this? It was like a fog. He could certainly sense Darksteel's aura, but it was unclear. Messy.

Concealed? Hiding itself? Those were the only things he could discern of its nature, right now. It didn't want him to know it. It wanted him uncertain.

And again, Banda barely sensed the next attack coming before it was too late. A full body tackle, it still clipped him in the shoulder and sent him spinning lower. He struggled to regain his bearings. Mementori wasn't as helpful as it was supposed to be. He turned to Grigozo's ability to sense souls, instead, but that was just as bad, if not even worse.

Frustrating. Fine. He'd have to rely on smell. His snout elongated as he demanded it of his Chaos form. With this, at least--

Darksteel slammed into his back with full force. Banda rocketed forward against his will, and he tried to look back, only to notice a shadow above him, instead.

An iron meteor was there. Too enormous for Banda to even process in the split second that he had to stare at it blotting out his view of the sky.

It fell upon him.

On impact, he lost all awareness. All ability to think or reason. It didn't hurt. There was no pain. Instead, it was like he blinked out of existence for a few moments and touched oblivion.

The meteor crashed to earth with all the power of a bomb. From his vantage point, Banda had no concept of how big it might have been, but he could certainly feel his body being shredded to pieces. And by the time he regained full awareness again, he could only see pitch blackness around him.

He'd been drilled so deep into the ground that he could hardly tell which direction was up, anymore. A mountain of rubble lay on top of him, pinning him down, all but telling him to give up. To simply stay down here. To admit defeat, even.

His body, however, was still regenerating. It may have been torn to pieces, but apparently, enough of it was still intact for him to remain conscious.

He decided to take his time.

After that last attack, Banda felt like he needed to reevaluate some things. Maybe everything, actually.

What in the fuck was happening here?