"Stop him!" he hears behind him as he speeds through the gate's tunnel. He passes through the barrier, effortlessly; being human gave him the benefit. He is nearing his destination; the edge of this limbo, to the Demon World.
"Please, you don't know what you are doing!" he could hear from behind, surprising him. Normally, the Special Defense Force would not go pass the barrier. He looks at the red-wooded staff he brought with him. They must think what he is about to do is dangerous, indeed. But it is not dangerous; he knows what he is doing. He is about to rebuild the worlds, to make it into one. With the power he has in his grip, he could do it. He will start with the Demon World; the most malevolent of the three worlds.
He could feel the staff pulse; the time has come. With both hands, he lifts the staff, feeding it his energy. The staff accepted his energy, the crimson vines branching out, sinking into his veins. The head of the staff begins to glow, power pulsing from it.
Something is wrong; he could feel it. The holy energy within the staff awakened, shrouding it in power. It is more than he anticipated. He couldn't control the power, and he falls to his knees. The golden, holy energy radiating off the staff changes to unfamiliar silver.
'What… what is this?' he wonders, curious at the strange energy.
Acute pain shoots throughout his body, as the power surges through him.
"Oh no… Quick! We have to contain it before it reaches the Human World!" he could make out through his haze of pain. Power then shoots off from the staff, reaching the Demon World. Demons nearby can feel the disturbance. They look at one point on their world's crimson sky. There is a silver flash, shrinking to a mere twinkle, before exploding throughout their world. Those near the shockwave could feel agony, feeling as if their body is trying to rip itself apart in all directions. Those who are far from it can sense the disturbance. They are starting to feel weakened, dizziness taking over their senses. They feel as if they are poisoned; slowly dying in a progressively painful manner.
In limbo, the young man that caused all this lay floating in nothingness. The SDF members that chased him were long dead; their bodies had a very negative reaction to the energy. Their attempt to contain the energy was all for nothing.
'Is this… the end?' he wonders, before slipping into unconsciousness.
Far in Spirit World, Koenma sat, watching the screen, in shock. One of the ogres came to him, saying that a catastrophe struck the Human World. On the screen, he could see two silver, angelic wing-shaped… thing, dominating the place it erupted from. It came from an island— far away from most human inhabitants— known as Hanging Neck Island, destroying it completely. He knew the SDF were chasing something— someone— that opened a portal there.
The wings erupt, sending shockwaves of strange energy throughout the world.
'How could we let this happen?' Koenma thought, as he watches the catastrophe before him.