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The ever desolate vastness of the Ghost Zone laid before him in a wreckage of pluming blue fire and carnage. It was as if time itself had frozen; nothing moved, and everything weaved in and out of his vision. But that could've been due to the fact that he was slowly bleeding out. The man, gruff with older age, groaned as he pressed his hand into his wounded side. The sound of squelching flesh, accompanied with the sharp pains that crossed over his abdomen like lightning, was enough to make the seasoned warrior vomit the rest of his innards.

But by the god's mercy, he was able to keep himself dignified enough to watch the upcoming doom. A shift of movement caught his attention, and the man sluggishly turned his head to look over his shoulder. A figure, cloaked in a deep purple and stained with green and red alike, slowly rose. No breath came from it, and although it's movements were slow and determined, there was an age hidden behind the glowing red eyes beneath the cowl.

The man couldn't help but chuckle bitterly as he watched the figure stagger two steps closer to his own figure. "M'quite surprised. Figured yo'were dead."

The figure, apparently having ignored the man's commentary, soon came to stand beside him. In his hand appeared a cane, which he rested heavily on. Red eyes bore into the man's dulled green irises. "It's time."

Without much of a reaction, save for the deep inhale and slow exhale of precious air, the man stood up straighter and turned away from the figure. His green eyes looked to the distance, finding it hard to look away from the pulsating orb of sickly chartreuse energy. It hovered about fifty feet in the air, suspending by nothing but its own disturbing power. It acted as a mind of its own, though the man knew better.

Fighting the bile that was threatening to come up, the man began to walk steadily towards the orb. The edges of his vision wavered once more, as if his body was being depleted by oxygen. Just another breath. One more step. He kept telling himself those words, a knowing lie, but he had to keep going. There wasn't anyone else to bet on.

He didn't know how long it took him to get there, but he suddenly found himself near the scorching energy. His chapped lips parted, taking in a wheezing breath; the energy was so hot, that standing near it felt like he was cooking his lungs from the inside out.

Raising an arm to cover his mouth and nose, a feeble attempt to protect himself, he cast his green eyes up. The orb seemed to be shuddering at his presence, and yet it began to stir. A low hum was let loose, so strong in its sound that it immediately deafened the man. He took a challenging step towards the orb, his arms now falling to his sides. A look of sheer determination and acceptance was plastered onto his sweaty face.

His lips curled in a sneer, and he took a deeply burning and painful breath before the words flowed out of him like a used vessel.

"To cease the storm, to end the fear.."

The words flowed off his tongue smoothly, and amidst the fire and the toxic air, the carnage and the wastelands before him, his voice never wavered. Words turned into a cryptic language, one that the man had never heard in his life.

It was as if something were speaking through him with newfound energy.

Even as his eyes clouded with his inevitable fate, the words continued, his voice never wavering nor his body never collapsing. Just as soon as the words ceased, the man's heart stilled, and the world exploded into green fire.


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