The prison block, with a single prisoner. And a ton of guards as well. The bars were inches thick, 4 at least. The walls were scraped clean, as well as the floors. Guards were all over the place, using Ramrod-Class Boltguns, the sniper of the Boltguns.

*BANG BANG* "Get up, Chrysalis!" A ton of grumbling followed the hitting of the bars and who was once Chrysalis stood up, 12 feet tall, looking a lot like a centipede. Spikes lined her spine, ending as two fangs. Her mouth was composed of 3 mandibles, and she had a long, razor-thin tail that glistened like metal. "Umbra-Zero, meet Queen Chrysalis. Chrysalis, meet Umbra-Zero." Umbra-Zero waved once and pulled out his medical book.

"Greetings. I'd like to update my notes on you." Ruinwing was confused, and so was Chrysalis. He knew her?

"I don't remember you. And I remember all my conquests."

"How about your first conquest?" Umbra-Zero then had Ruinwing open the cell doors, and he stepped in. Chrysalis rolled her eyes.

"You weren't alive at that point." Umbra-Zero sat down and nodded.

"But the project lets 'Huemin' souls reincarnate."

"Sounds like bullshit."

"To those who don't know or remember, it would be."

"What does 'Human soul' even mean?"

"Hue-Minimal Soul means that a soul doesn't use magic to exist, and therefor can live outside a body, and carry on to others. But enough of us, what about you? What can you do?" Chrysalis smiled.

"Finally, something worth talking about. I can grab things with my super-long tongue, crush things with my legs, and kill things with my tail, including you." Umbra-Zero wrote down that info, and continued to do so for everything she said, putting footnotes here and there for weaknesses. "-And I can still use magic." She levitated his hand up a few centimeters to prove this point. The ring on her horn was glowing brightly. "But this fucking ring prevents that." Umbra-Zero wrote that down and shut his book. "What can you do?" Chrysalis laid down, placing her head on her front legs. Umbra-Zero stood up.

"I can use soul magic, am immune to a lot of different types of injury, have a hammerspace portal, can detect soul-harming magic, such as yours, and have nearly 100% accuracy with most weapons." Chrysalis whistled.

"That's almost as powerful as me. Show me that soul magic." Umbra-Zero nodded and opened his hands. Suddenly, they erupted in a red, black-tainted aura, that took the shape of claws a bit larger then his hands. As he made various movements, the auras moved along with him. "Niiice!" She noticed it looked as if the Coltsavar on him was almost boiling. A bubble popped on the infected flesh and the aura sparked out, Umbra-Zero falling to a knee.

"Fuck, that hurts!" Chrysalis could hear sizzling, the black fleshy growth on his body steaming slightly. He stood up, several small cracking sounds accompanying the action. He flexed his arm, and a layer of the flesh broke off with a snap.

"What the hell happened there?" Umbra-Zero sighed, and winced as he tried to sit, but decided not to.

"Having two souls, two entities sharing the same body created potentially lethal problems."

"You could have died?!" He nodded.

"If I kept going, I would've." Chrysalis huffed. "I must go now."

"See ya." Umbra-Zero left, opening and closing the large door. He then began walking down the hall, limping slightly. He was having a conversation inside his head.

What the fuck?!
I apologize.
Why the fuck did you use our magic outside of a desperate situation? You could've killed m--US both!
It will not happen again.
It better not! Now, go write or whatever you do with your shitty existence.

The voice went silent, and Umbra-Zero came back to reality just as Twilight noticed him. "Are you okay?"

"I-ugh-Am fine. My soul magic burns me when I use it." Twilight nodded. "Shit...do you have access to a bath I can use? I haven't washed in an unknown amount of time." Twilight cringed.

"Yeah, how the hell do you not reek?" Umbra-Zero pointed at her face.

"One, you're wearing a gas mask, and two, I probably smell like Coltsavar, and there's a thick fog of it covering the entire planet." Twilight facehoofed.

"Ugh, I'm a dumbass." Umbra-Zero chuckled lightly and followed her, albeit a bit slower than his usual speed.

"How are the preparations going?"

"The nobles are a bit mad that it's happening now, but they're complying, especially since they don't want to die. The poor are loving the castle, especially the foals. The guns are being distributed to the guard force, and the Mare-Do-Well gang is going to help fight as well." Umbra-Zero nodded.

"Save a Storm-Class Boltgun for me." They arrived at the royal bathroom, used by Celestia when she was still mobile. It was still being cleaned and maintained perfectly as it was, so Umbra was set, after stripping, he stepped in the large tub, and grabbed a bottle of body wash.

"Can do. Now, why don't you wash up? I'll be back in an hour with a towel." Twilight told him through the door, and then walked off, hoofsteps echoing through the room.

Good thing he remembered how to do this....

Author's Note

Heeeey!