A small circle of fire in an abandoned building in downtown Khazan spat out the Z-mage, a young boy of about 16 years, dressed in a robe of pitch black with the suggestion of stars in it. This was, in fact all that remained of the fabric of creation of the first world he ever destroyed, an alternate future of his own. He has since altered the space time continuum in thousands of intereseting ways by destroying other universes, but he has never managed to affect his own eventual fate-a violent and unavoidable death at the hands of his younger self. So for now, he continues to destroy universes. He has no way of knowing that this would work, but he has seen his rampages affect other worlds, so he remains hopeful
Upon entering into Khazhan, he felt the nanite probes launched by DeMonStar with his enhanced senses, and responded instinctively by releasing a magically enhanced EMP, which destroyed all of the nanites in the room, and he established a force field designed specifically to repel just those nanites.
"So," he said to himself, "It appears officer Hart is trying to use nanotech against me again. You know it's getting boring when he starts repeating tricks. Oh well, I will be conspicuous in my absense from his sensors. And when he finally finds me, then I'll spring my trap on him. It's been too long."
"While he's tracking me down, why don't I try to find a way to destroy this plane of existence. Something creative." He said before he walked out of the room. "The last couple were too formulaic."
Meanwhile, on a planet a ways away from both Khazan and the War World, the computer saw fit to interrupt DeMonStar's training.

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