"How.. HOW did you breach my defenses!? WHO even ARE YOU!?"

"Can't you see? I am you... from a deep and distant future."

"Ul...Tima?"

"For brevity's sake. yes. Another you from a deep future threatens your universe, so I came here to help you prepare"

"Then.. let us begin. I have a sinking feeling on what the other me may just be."

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"And I was right. As we hardened my defenses and as our minds touched, I realized she was of a very similar path as I am. Whatever deviations she took were so minor compared to the one I am tracking. I asked her why her form looked so disgusting and corrupted with her asymmetry. She told me that she's spent an unfathomable amount of time as part of the Tessera collective that she lost herself in other similar minds touching, in other versions of us melding into one another. In her most recent moment of clarity, she wanted to go out remembered once again, that someone succeed her. I happen to be that successor. She wanted to end her life as a martyr in the battlefield rather than go quietly and melt into the minds of all our other selves. So here she is, Martyr Ultima... or Ultimartyr as I've come to occasionally call her."

"Her kind can be thought of as splinters of Ultima, the same way I can regard my daughter-splinters in reference to myself. What I find frightening is that what may be a drone or a grunt to Ultima, is nearly all of my cosmic might. The Ultima Martyrs manage to embody three very distinct things about me. They embody identity with that hairstyle that just has become my look coupled with a mostly monochrome pallet accented by navy blue gildings and sky blue lights. They embody my violence with a hulking large arm, fully monochromatic and a lower eye opposite the main blue eye. Lastly, they embody a blossoming and fracturing mind with an altered dress linking up to an extra arm underneath the more proportional one, iridescent and brilliant with ever shifting colored light accompanied by a slower shifting metallic sheen, alongside an eye above the monochromatic one. The two aberrant arms much to my immediate surprise can be disconnected, reconnected and interchanged, with the "splintering" arm as I am calling it surprisingly more dexterous than I thought, being bilaterally symmetric, allowing it to be a right and a left arm... at the cost of a disquieting sight of fingers bending in place. The oversized arm by contrast can be morphed into any weapon seen fit."

"She tells me that if she does not meet her end in combat, she would instead bear the last of her spawn. She methodologically takes herself apart, starting off with her huge arm and a chunk of her head, the weapons systems as it were. She then takes the splintering part of herself, her arm being wrapped in her dress like a cocoon. Finally laid bare, she would rest by it as her lights dim, and potentially with a smile. She asked if I would take her spawn as my own if it ever comes to that, and as if by impulse, I said yes. Somehow as she was describing that last part, I couldn't help but think of my first splinter, and how she'd want for me to do so."

"Nonetheless, I now have a future me at my side, to confront yet another future me that got a bad ending. A much younger me would find this whimsical, as the present me faces the looming horror of an end point of self-destruction" - Terlynn

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I partly blame marvel movies for pushing me over the edge with this multiverse idea.