The Phantom and Mispair would appear on the other side of the Reflection in the shine of another room's mirror.

The Phantom: "Okay, throw up the Rejection here, where he can't see or feel us."

Being jerked around through reality at a high speed was really uncomfortable and irritated her a little bit, even though she knew that they were in danger. "Damn, did you have to snatch me so hard?" she huffed throwing her hands to her hips with her fists clenched tightly. The barrier around them kept the wavelengths of others around them from being able to even touch the ones that were being omitted by the 'Isolated Rejection' at any given time; it had always been like that, in fact. However, it was very clear that it was very dangerous if used haphazardly. But it gave them just the right cover they needed at that time to get out of danger completely unseen.

"At least he didn't see us..." that was what she was most concerned about, anyway. It was a good thing he was pretty quick when it came time in the clutch, as well. "Your daughter's abrupt gtfo kinda threw me off, anyway... She gets that from you, you know."

*BOOM*

The golden bolt crashed at the other side of the Sanctuary, which was well within moments after the two of them disappeared. He looked a little upset, or at the very least, pretty suspicious of something suspect. He didn't say anything, just looked around for some more distortions. The trail suddenly cut off when he got here, so he couldn't see where they were in the room at all... But he was watching, most definitely.

The Phantom sighed heavily, slightly irked, himself, that Shiniere would do that so abruptly, but she wasn't just like him, after all. "She's your daughter, too, Miss Huffy McHuffington." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "... Awww. I'm sorry. You know I had to catch the frame in the clutch and flash us out the jam--"

He was cut off abruptly by the burst of rolling thunder that was Tsao-Rin's clearly upset presence beheld. The Phantom became silent, yet alert, and lowered his head slowly down toward her ear, nuzzling her cheek gently as he whispered into her ear. 'Don't say anything. Get into Weapon Form.'

Mispair nodded and split apart into her Twin Piscean Chrysm forms; Misery and Despair. The Twisted Sisters would slip into the Phantom's hands and assume their forms as 'Scythe' and 'Bazooka,' respectively. She would keep the Isolated Rejection maintained as long as necessary.

Mispair: 'Why don't I make another Isolated Rejection projection to attract his attention? Then we could slip out undetected while he's distracted.'

Tsao looked around suspiciously for a while, trying to find some sort of anomaly in the wavelengths. Things that weren't connecting in the waves... but panned over the area and couldn't tell exactly where they were; their presence masked by their already having been established outside of his realm of perception before he entered. He could not sense them because he had not been here prior to their cover, so they would have blended into the background of the reality and mimicked the form of it, like a giant invisible two way mirror. They were virtually undetectable and Tsao was not happy about this.

"Dammit. Where did it go?" Suddenly, after realizing something horrible, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated, "What if... It was some ancient evil that I wasn't paying any attention to that slipped in and is not attempting to destroy the the Crystal Chrysanthemum?!" His hair immediately turned black, swelling up like a giant afro bursting with Crimson Lightning; "What if I fucked up...?" he inquired, a crisp bolt bursting from the black Cloud of Negativity pulsating from his once golden, electric hair, "What if I destroyed the entire world with my foolishness?!" The clouds poured over like lava from an erupting volcano, and rose upward into the sky as a black smog as deep and thick like smoke from the spout. "What if we have to start over AGAIN because I accidentally missed a target or fucked up somehow whilst I was being flashy?!" The very thought of them having to do this with another vessel was going to absolutely obliterate he and whatever else was about to be caught in the blast radius. He was going to go off like Vesuvius.

"What if..."

*kkkrrrrkkk*

"We All Die..."

*kraka*

"Because of Me...?"

*Kraka-KOOM!!!*

Brilliant bursts of bright red blew up the sky like fireworks, the 'Insanity Static' charged and surging through Tsao's ever growing Cloud of Negativity, as if it were not only the power source, but also the product of the power source as well. The Crystal Chrysanthemum granted Infinite Energy, which is what gave the 6th as a whole the power to continuously power itself with its own energy as Perpetual Generators. The crackling bolts of 'Crimson Lightning' surged up into the clouds overhead, already beginning to infect the area with a great storm.

'Good idea,' he said through their souls in a vibration that could only be picked up between the two of them, 'You do that and I'll...' He trailed off once he saw the giant cloud start pouring out of Tsao's head, spilling over and nearly touching the barrier, which would have immediately given away their location.

'Woah! Shit!! Now! Do it, Mispy!!' The Phantom hopped backward and 'Flickered' into the a room a few doors down whilst Mispair did her thing.

As the Phantom called out her name and cue, Mispair would forge a barrier of 'Isolated Rejection' over Tsao-Rin in order to keep the Cloud of Negativity from growing too large nor expanding too wide. It should have been enough to keep it from getting out of hand. She could feel the 'Insanity Static' crackling within beginning to disrupt her Wavelength already as it reached up to the clouds. It wasn't powerful enough as it was to completely dispel it, but it did a number on her own Soul, which she could feel every time the Crimson Lightning struck within the dome she created around him.

When the Phantom flickered into the next room, she would sigh and groan a bit in pain, then moan a bit in distressed pleasure. "... I don't think I can hold it for long... Against the Raigami..." He was, indeed a Kamigami and had great mastery over Wavelengths; more than most of the other Shinsangels, by default, due to his element.

"... But we can't just leave him like that, though..." Especially not since they were the ones who technically started this by becoming Anomalies. She knew that it was dangerous to let any sort of Shinsangel or Shinsanity grow out of control in a 'Negative State' so to speak, as it could invoke their own inner 'Insanities' that threaten the existence of what they came across. If it wasn't resolved, he could swallow up a great deal of the land and wreak havoc, much like the Untamed Tensei Spirits that were once bound as the Seven Insanities did long ago. "So, what's the plan, Ace?"

The area sealed off from the outside by the 'Isolated Rejection' kept Tsao's initial downpour contained, however as he continued to overflow from his head, the contained space would not be able to keep the Perpetually Generating Energy that came in the 6th from being suppressed for too long, even with Mispair's powerful and oppressive Rejecting force. Because Tsao could infinitely create his own energy, eventually, within an enclosed space, the pressure of energy continuously being created and no space to flow would cause a massive explosion, the barrier breaking and a thunderous concussive force rolling over the land.

*BOOOOHHHRRRMMM!!!!*

The dark clouds immediately swept across the entire sky over the Sacred Isle, giving all that were upon it and just outside of it knowledge that someone, somewhere inside of the Isle had not maintained their Peace; that one being the Raigami, himself, this time. Because he sensed something that became an Anomaly or a Paradox that he could no longer trace nor keep track of, he became severely depressed and paranoid through an overwhelming amount of over thought at a speed that bolted through his brain like lightning. Insanity Static rippled over the blanket of thick, ominous darkness, charging even further, as if waiting to strike down anything that was below it.

"... I don't... Deserve to Live..." he muttered, not even realizing that someone or something attempted to contain him and merely made it worse by allowing him to generate and expand the energy further, "... I shouldn't call myself a Keeper of the Voice..." his melancholic tone had an undertone of rage and frustration; self-loathing that raged as rigidly and rapidly as the rippling lightning, striking him inside over and over again as the static made its rounds. The pain of him hurting himself over and over served as malleable energy, even if negative.

"... I will... Take my Voice away... with Absolute Silence..."

It was only a matter of time before the same storm of legend that wiped out the Terra Gris some time ago made a swift return to reduce the Delta to rubble.

"As Punishment For My Heinous Crimes ..."