The almost-god above you gives a shriek of pain that psychically echoes in your minds as it shifts and ultimately starts to deflate, becoming smaller and smaller until it disappears. The jinsul start to scramble around in confusion as their divine leader leaves them. They start to head for ships completely abandoning the battle all together.
Wraith hooks into the machine in front of her, feeling a large presence in a moment that she could almost swear is what someone might call divine. The large mind, brushes against hers. "Thank-you, Starfinders for saving me and showing me the errors of hibernating and leaving my peoples without guidance. And for protecting me from my follow of creating Dhurus!" With that she's soon booted out of the device, as it slowly heats up and melts. The battle has been won!
