Prologue: Bahamut
Bahamut is summoned.
A sound like no other splits the air. Like a blade it comes, with a sudden roar and tremble. Like an explosion, it carries throughout. Then the sound evanesces, like it came. With an ending to match that of it's dawn.
Like everything in the world, it is far from over.
Bahamut is coming.
The faintly blue sky looks calm and completely undisturbed. The clouds hang over Terra Firma with no special reason. Just to drift until their demise. But death shall come as suddenly as anyone expected, death shall come then.
The extended black shape makes it's way through, just as a blade through flesh. With one powerful pump of it's wings it destroys the clouds. They disappear as if they were never there.
Another beat of leather, the creature draws nearer. Twisting through the now empty sky. A lone dark shape in the atmosphere. It now spiraling, appearing out of control, speeding like Ultimate Destructive Magic itself. Like Meteor, it comes.
With a careening jolt, the dragon spins into focus. Into the eyes of it's enemy. With a thunder like crack, impact is made, and the dragon lands. Unfurling wings to full extent and lifting head to the sky of three tree tall, Bahamut looks down.
Bahamut is here.
Spines wave randomly as it pulls back its head in preparation. The great arms tense as razor claws dig into the soft earth. The tail lashes against the floor of the battlefield.
Energy comes. Life force from everything living, and everything dead. Knowledge of the trees, of animal, of people past. Power of the mind becomes power of destruction. The energy comes to Bahamut, to it's maw. It does not move.
The energy becomes greater, stronger, all the more pernicious. It swirls with colors unknown. It churns. It is ready. The dragon is poised.
Bahamut is ready.
The creature's opponent did not hear the blast. It was immense. Shattering like nothing known to man or beast... only Bahamut. If there was any pain, it would be great.
And then, with a flash, it's gone. The air stands still, as if nothing happened. Nothing was left behind by the dragon. Nothing at all.
Bahamut is gone.
The faint red orb, glows steadily and dims into nothing. A calm status, an inactive status. It slowly blears into a maroon sheen, as it softly hums with energy in the hilt of the buster sword as the man moves on.
