Oh no (mortality), what a dreadful delight.
Immortal: the purest essence of might.
"In the same instance as the Guardians of Time
materialises themselves
In the tower, Delacroix quickly transfers herself into
the Mainframe."
Guardians, intervening from beyond,
They have come for her, to end her fantasy.
You left me, I hate you; please try to fight me!
Guardian of the Future: No mercy progeny; I can not let
you live.
Mine, they are mine, they are mine... Mine and only
mine.
You are mine; you are mine: Mine and only mine.
"The Guardians of Time use their powers to tear apart
her earthly body
And the tower in an instance." But in the process
something happens
As a result of what the Guardians does to destroy her
world...
The essence of Delacroix remains on earth and not in
the Mainframe as intended.
She manages to collect the scattered fragments of her
soul
And takes on an abstract life form."
Trapped and lost. Everything is lost.
She's watching everyone. Where can I run?
Where can I hide from him? No one hears.
No one sees. Most of all no one cares.
They all obeyed, listening to her charming voice.
Mine, you are mine, you are mine. Mine and only...
Mine, you were mine, you were mine... Mine and only
mine.
They are mine: you are mine... Mine and only mine.
You are mine... Mine...
