(Now Rasputin would have wanted to say something as he helplessly watches her destroy it but it is already too late for him to counter. Anya is getting the last laugh now and she is looking forward to not seeing him again, in her world or otherwise.
Besides the damages she is inflicting on said reliquary are beginning to show up on him as well: breaking apart and slowly feeling the painful destruction the longer Anya continues to break the glass trinket with her staff. That is one major proof that this Rasputin is not exactly the real man at all, just a figment in the Story Eater’s imagination if it had any.
Soon enough with one final strike, she is able to destroy the reliquary once and for all. And with it, the nightmare mad monk goes on a big poof, blowing up into nothing but dissipated energy.)
Well, that is it: he’s gone. I guess, judging from the explosive aftermath, that he wasn’t exactly the real mad man himself. Just a nightmare copy of him.
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Besides the damages she is inflicting on said reliquary are beginning to show up on him as well: breaking apart and slowly feeling the painful destruction the longer Anya continues to break the glass trinket with her staff. That is one major proof that this Rasputin is not exactly the real man at all, just a figment in the Story Eater’s imagination if it had any.
Soon enough with one final strike, she is able to destroy the reliquary once and for all. And with it, the nightmare mad monk goes on a big poof, blowing up into nothing but dissipated energy.)
Well, that is it: he’s gone. I guess, judging from the explosive aftermath, that he wasn’t exactly the real mad man himself. Just a nightmare copy of him.