Among the sudden blow back to regain my footing, my eyes never left his stature. He wasn't going to leave my view that easily. His head shook twice in slight pain and overall disgust with himself falling for such a naïve blow, before returning the glare into my eyes with his bloody red pupils, which were in such thin slits from anger, it was barely visible from my position. His aura form the frustration had grown at least two times over as his bared fangs were exposed more. "Do you think this is a game? You really believe you are able to defeat me with sly movements such as that?"

Being more confident and strong of myself, this new aura and look was able to be resisted enough to retain my courageous stature. My gaze was never taken off of his, and a grin was still stuck to my lips. Being influenced by so much sudden bravery, I allowed myself to make movements without considering over them twice. "Well, you fell over from the so called 'naïve' movement, so I would believe they're effective enough over someone as brainless as yourself."

His eyes lit up as he snarled surprisingly louder than even he had before. With a heavy flap of his large wings and a quick flair of his nostrils, he crouched down into the ground out of rage, speaking through clenched teeth. "I will make you eat those words. I will turn you into a pile of useless scales!"

I, on the contrary, still remained calm and confident with a sly smile, just inspecting the anger unfolding more. Aw, he was so mad. How cute. Testing out the waters of his personality and, even having a little bit of fun, I very slowly lifted my paw up until it was pointed at him. Then, flipping it wrist up, I proceeded to flick it up twice towards me, motioning him to charge at me. With my tongue even parted past the side of my lips, I spoke out one calm response with half-closed bored eyes.

"Show me, then. I dare you."

As if the entire sky was following his mood, his head was lifted towards the sky as he released the loudest, deepest, and possibly most life-threatening roar from his maw, the sky's black shade shifted into the colour of his soulless eyes. I could literally feel the tension of his being snap from rage. How was I now afraid from this one bit?! Not even a smidge! How was this possible? Oh, right.

I had a purpose.

And he wasn't stopping me that easily anymore.

My ears were soon spiked upwards at the sound of quick and heavy footsteps charging at me in fast succession. My eyes peered over at the noise's source, and I soon took notice that his position was changing fast. Very fast. His body was practically a blur as his ears were blown back by the wind's resistance, and his paws were in such perfect sync that there was no chance of him stumbling. He roared with a wide maw, clamping his teeth shut with a loud chomp, and he lowered his head back down into a slump, staring at me with eyes filled of nothing but visions of my death happening in his sight.

I prepared myself for the second battle that would soon unleash in a quick second by spacing my paws and lightly gripping against the dirt, eyes squinted in focus. I was ready. It was time.

Let's do this.

The doppelganger soon punched in my direction with an intimidated snarl and claws extracted, but were simply avoided with a high leap above his entire frame. I quickly landed and spun myself around towards him as he forced himself to a skidding stop, and fired a quick ice blast as all my markings flashed blue. The evil clone quickly side-stepped before charging a large fireball to counter, all of his markings flashing a dark purple hue instead of the known original colours. Unable to judge the power correctly from the confusion of colours, I barely found the opportunity to dodge out of the large missile's path. It exploded in a small blast about twenty metres behind me.

My ear flinched at the noise of the burst as I released a tense exhale. With a flick of his tail, he regained his balance and only continued to expel out insults and taunts. "What's the matter, fucker?!" His voice was more mashed with the extremely deep and high octaves speaking at once. "Too scared to accept fate?! Does death scare you?! Failure making you run like the bitch you are?!"

I cut my eyes at him, the smirk having shifted into a serious straight face. "I was about to ask you the same questions."

He only hissed and dashed towards me once more, but this time with a blast forming. I leaped over his body a second time and he suddenly blasted towards my chest and stomach, but I coiled my wings downwards to cover myself and focused quickly, producing a quick force field around my wings that was able to absorb the blow. However, it was enough to knock the breath out of my lungs for a short moment due to the energy it was sucking from me.

Once again, I landed and we spun to face one another. It didn't even feel like a fight yet. Because it wasn't. He was testing out my abilities and scanning my behaviour to find the right times to strike. Exactly what I do doing my own battles. He scoffed once and rolled his eyes slightly in frustration, claws now dug deep into the ground. "Don't push your luck, meat. You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I know more than you believe." I responded back, now digging into my memory banks for the information. "If I understand correctly, you're me. Another part of me. It was forgotten for a moment, but I'm confident it's true. This place I might not be so sure of, but I know for a fact that you're the target I'm after."

His expression shifted gradually into an angry frown as I explained.

"You might be me, or part of me, but that doesn't mean you can control me. I won't let you, never."

"What about the struggles?!" He blurted out with a satisfying grin as he attempted to discourage me. "What about the difficulties every day? How much more tough it gets overtime? Why not allow me to take care of it for you? You'll fall eventually! You think it's bad now, it'll only get worse!"

"Granted, that's true…" I lowered my head slightly, but soon picked it up to his surprise with a bright smile. "But, that doesn't mean I stop trying. It's not an excuse to give up so easily. I know there are people out there, my friends and family that want me to give it my all. The ones who want me to succeed or at least do my absolute best, not just for then, but for me to. I'm not letting them down without a fight!"

The figure just laughed with his double voice, giving me a slight unsettling feeling. "Are you kidding me?! Come on. You're living in a fantasy. You really expect them to be there for you?!"

"Even if they're unable to help in physical terms, they are always there for the comfort and support in mental terms." I smirked as the scene of everyone gathered replayed through my mind. "That's the most important kind, and they supply it every day. I'm always grateful."

"How can just measly support help? It's worthless!"

My eyes scrunched a bit as a fire burned in my chest. "No. It's never worthless. Their support is the most important to me. It keeps me constantly reminded that I'm loved and cared for. To you it's worthless, but to me it's life."

"But it's just words! They have no meaning!" He responded with another small laugh.

"So you wouldn't mind if I told the truth of you being a useless excuse of existence and your low levels of insecurity and over-excessive anger is nothing short of a waste of space, fucker."

His eyes widened in shock at me, as did mine inwardly. I was surprised at what I just said. I never swear, unless I'm passionate about my speech, so I suppose now was an appropriate time. I only smiled at him outwardly with a knowledgeable smirk, mimicking his words back at him. "What? They're 'just words. They 'have no meaning'." I spoke through his snarl. "Words have meaning, if they are intended to have meaning. Words can also be a waste if the person is meaning for them too. So, what do you think it was in this case?"

"I would really hope it was the latter one or your ass will find out for you." He responded with a louder growl, scrunching his eyes at me as he clawed the ground twice to retain his somewhat sanity.

I could only gently giggle at him, and prepare myself for another attack. "Believe whatever helps you feel better about yourself."

His eyes cut at me before he lowered his head, actually beginning to now… Smirk? Now he was chuckling softly. A sudden intense feeling of fear struck my heart and broke my entire "tough guy act" clear down into the dirt. Something was off. This was not good. His chuckle soon evolved into a powerful laugh of a maniacal nature, his eyes dilated at different sizes, another quick lightning strike brightening the reddened sky. After his few seconds of heavy laughter, he peered straight into my eyes with a look of sheer insanity and complete unawareness of his well-being, his higher pitch starting to sound shrill and his lower pitch reaching deep octaves. "Are you nothing but a fool?! You speak as if you have no brain!" His teeth had somehow grown into a more violent and sharp look, the fangs beginning to actually poke through his own lips from the tips as he spoke, while his blood only served to encourage his behaviour. "You speak with a voice of a brave warrior, while within the body of a scared youngling! You believe all you're saying is true?! That you are able to believe all that you say so easily?! Alright then, you brave simpleton, put your words to action!" During his speech, his entire front side of his body was thrown up in a large roar, before immediately slamming back against the hardened soil. Within contact, a crack was heard.

My eyes widened. My head peered at the ground. In an instant, I could see small splits within the grounds tough surface as the clay was quickly starting to crack apart around his feet, and towards me. As it sped for my own paws, it was parting away from each other, leaving a giant gape from the carnage of the violent earthquake's tremors and shakes. I was forced to react fast, and could only jump to the right of the large gap, which sped behind me and soon cracked along the infinite space while curving around me and back for him, the entire surface of this world now covered in large abyssal lines. A split second after the shaking quickly stopped, it followed up with a very sharp movement upwards, throwing some of the closed areas into the air as large clay platforms with little support columns until the ground was barely visible from the cloud's mist and fog.

I scurried to my feet, scared for my life as the adjustment of wind and sounds hit my ears and overall posture, the wind having grown more powerful and the thunder and lightning being more active. My heart was now beating out of adrenaline as his true powers were slowly beginning to reveal themselves. He was able to do this? I guess now I figured that out.

His eyes were black, pupils almost unnoticeable within the black shades and pigment of his sockets. They only peered through my gaze, locking me in a paralyzing state of unstableness and complete fear. Then again, how would a normal being handle the situation of suddenly being hoisted metres and metres straight into the air by a sudden earthquake? And the ground below didn't look so inviting either. Although barely noticeable, the landscape was covered with nothing but gaping black abysses and spikes clenching onto the walls and remaining land that wasn't affected. The clouds felt dense against my lungs, difficult to breathe from many factors playing. This had to end, and it had to end now.

My ground was held, claws dug deep into the earth as my thoughts were revolving and continually spiralling through each and every tactic that I could remember. Each one that was available was scanned and immediately deleted or kept for later use. Nothing I could think of would be as affected now, but it was always worth a shot.

It was all I had left.

His speech soon began once again, but his words were quick and simple. "You're a fool. Now prepare for face a fool's demise." Without a sudden warning, the figure faded and reappeared quickly in sync with another placed lightning flash, Paw already up and claws swiping for me. As a last minute reaction, I could only form enough for a barrier between the last half of his swing, sending me skidding backwards a bit closer to the edge. After a quick stop and inspection, I saw a faint pressure line of his claws that had grazed against my neck. He had barely missed. I couldn't breathe much of a relief before he attacked again, a hard tail swipe this time from my left that sent me rocketing to the right. Off balance, I tumbled and rolled some ways before catching myself and facing towards him. I felt my foot slip and a quick crumble of the area underneath me. My vision scanned underneath me. Close to the edge.

I couldn't risk an aerial battle unless I wanted to see him tackling me straight into those spikes, or else, the pits of damnation. I had to think more strategically than just flight. My main mission was clear. Stay alive. Choosing one of my plans, I began to charge towards him, a stern look on my face. His maw opened as a fireball began to charge. Perfect. Immediately stopping, I revealed my own maw wide open, a quick burst of blue filling as a small ice spear was formed and fired in his direction. The spear made a direct contact with his opened mouth, freezing the ball of heat within its place before he could—

What?! How could he?!—

In as fast of an instant as I had stopped, I was struck with a large blue flame ball, quickly freezing my body in a burning chill that collected around my legs and neck. I hissed loudly. He knew about that. This wasn't good. The pain was enough to leave me stagnant in my position as I attempted to shake it off, just enough time for him to sprint behind me and ram his head against my side, topping me over a few metres away, now in the centre of the large battlefield. I gasped for air, the freezer burning finally having ceased, but now acquainted with a new pain due to the strike. I shook it off and stumbled back to my feet, inspecting the area once again. Another vanishing act? I was starting to get very tired of this.

My body was jerked and spun around as I scanned every possible area, my ears twitching and working overtime to sense the smallest sound possible. Nothing. All I heard was a faint deep laughter of his voice as I helplessly continued to spin. This was like a nightmare. He was my nightmare. With a loud clearing of his throat, my ears perked and my body spun behind me. There he was, just a few metres away, sitting there looking at me with a smirk. "What's the matter?" he spoke. "You look lost…"

"I... I'm not lost." I responded back.

"Of course you are." My eyes twitched slightly. That was his voice, but, his lips didn't move. And it came from… Behind me? I slowly tilted my head to the back, seeing him, again? Now he was behind me. "Look at you… Scared."

"I'm not scared about anything… more confused…" Why was I holding a conversation with him now?!

"That's pretty pathetic…" Another voice, now to the side of me. Yet again, another him, now with sharp fangs extended proudly. "Confused and scared… Well, I suppose all infidels feel that way."

"What's that supposed to mean?..." My voice slightly deepened. I attempted to portray a stern and strong behind, but my eyes and slightly trembling body structure proved otherwise.

"You know exactly what that means." Now to my right? A figure of him, now slightly closer than the others. "Don't play dumb. You know you're scared…"

"S-..Scared of what?"

"Scared of life…" The one I was facing luckily continued to speak for me. "You're scared of me. You do know what I stand for, correct?..."

"… I have a hunch."

"And what is that hunch telling you? I wouldn't hide it, lest you wish to look more pathetic than your already vulnerable body presumes."

"You stand for… Fear itself?"

"More than just that… You're lucky I'm even allowing you to speak to me. I should have cut you up by now." A small lump in my throat as I swallowed from the tension. He only smirked and continued. "Your fears. Your dislikes. Your hate and your despair. All of your little thoughts that you keep stored within that chamber you describe as a brain. I see them all. I stand for them all." His head tilted a bit, more out of a mocking tone than anything else. "And you fear all of this stuff, like a weakling… What are you scared of? Scared of approval?" His paw gently lifted and stepped towards me intimidatingly.

My eyes met with it suddenly before hearing the one in front confronting me as well. "Scared of acceptance?" His own paw moved forward in the same motion.

"Disapproval?" The one on the left, same movement.

"Discomfort?" Behind me, same movement.

Each one continued to list out another as they moved closer and closer into me. I could only spin and listen to the four's questions, attempting to answer them through stutters.

"Fearing dishonour?"

"Loss of love?"

"What about hatred towards you?"

"Being different making you feel closed?"

"Perhaps it's the lack of 'normality' holding you back?"

"Or even yourself feeling justified for being you?"

"Possibly your mannerisms and your actions?"

The figures continued to bombard me with questions, but now at a faster and more hectic rate, starting to mix their questions in together in a hectic frenzy of yelling, their footsteps were still slow, but their facial expressions and actions were more and more threatening.

"Don't think you're going to be loved anymore!?—"

"—et they don't really find you as a nice gu—"

"—ybe you really should kill yourself—"

"—ally think they love y—"

"—u'l never get to where you want! You're worthle—"

"Heartless idiot!—"

"—othing but a fake!—"

"—hey only love normal people, why would they ever l—"

"—ecause that feeling of being a mistake is true!—"

"You are a mistake!—"

"Mistake!"

Their voices screamed out at different intervals, now only a metre away from me. They slashed and attempted to smack me around with their bare paws and, sometimes even claws. I was trapped in this circle of abuse and suffering. Kicked and pushed around from one straight into another right against another. All chanting, 'Mistake! Mistake!' My heart was more affected than my body was, although the few large scrapes and claw markings were definitely a painful experience. Finally, with a heavy slap, I was rammed into one that soon grabbed my ears with his maw and yanked my head upwards. I stifled a yelp before he returned his snout close to me, speaking in a low and evil tone. "You feel like a mistake? All of these thoughts are getting overwhelming, huh?..."

I only whimpered slightly. I couldn't say much else.

"You think that way, because it's true. You think you have a purpose? Think again. You're scum. Trash. You're worthless. Nothing. Those thoughts are continually just being bottled up for me to examine and see that they're all right in calling you a mistake. You're different. You're a mistake. A mistake that believed he actually had a chance. Pitiful. Mistakes shouldn't be loved. Mistakes shouldn't live."

My blood ran cold as a familiar scrapping was felt on my paw. Glancing down with only my eyes, I depicted a claw positioning itself along my leg. They soon met straight into his. Nothing but black.

"So, if they shouldn't be allowed to live…"

I softly bit my lip out of pure terror as he finished his thought.

"Why are you?"

Braced for it, I clenched my eyes and grunted loudly as his claw was forced straight into my arm. Blood began to run down and along the surface of his skin. They were soon slightly opened at the pain that was settling in. With a devious smile, all of his claws were soon extended and embedded within my skin along with the first. Another clenching and loud whimper at the feeling of daggers being stabbed within me. I felt helpless now, both physically and now emotionally. My own thoughts were fighting and rioting against one another as an intense response, attempting to push together the puzzle pieces and regain control. There was no use. I was worthless.

I'm nothing but a mistake.

With a quick and easy push, his paw was dislodged from my arm as the leftover pain forced me down to the ground in a wobbling and whining heap. The smell of blood soon returned to my nostrils from the pool formed from the aching limb. I panted heavily, never removing my face from the growing red circles that were beginning to reappear like magic. His voice only continued to speak to me in his low and soft type of evil tone.

"Isn't it getting too hard to keep going?... Look at how much your poor self is beginning to struggle. You truthfully believe you are able to just keep pushing on like that? This is a shame… Pretty sad to watch, even for me. Something struggling for the life that it will soon lose." His claw was lowered and softly lifted my head up, the tip slightly pricking through my hide as he spoke in a gentle tone. "Do you want it to stop? I'll make sure it's fast. No more suffering for you."

Why did those words sound so nice. No more suffering? No more pain? Granted, he was the one that just kicked me around, but there was something about that specific frequency that was… Surprisingly soothing. Even hypnotising. It sounded relaxed and sincere, yet… It was a lie. I knew it was, but why did it feel like the truth? What was going on… The thing that had happened. The trials that I had faced and went through. The constant struggling that was currently being endured throughout this entire match, only showed the obvious truth. I was going to die. I would die if I attempted to continue like this. There was nothing I could do. This was my final choice. Give in to his final blow in a sacrificing manner, or continue to fight for my life and end up dying in a more painful death. Both of them were indeed rather terrifying, but there was nothing else I could consider a wise choice. I had to just make it end. It had to stop… make it stop… No more pain. I was done. I am done. Make it stop…

The voice only continued from his direction. "Friends might be your support system, but there is nothing that is enough to help aid a mistake such as yourself. Nobody. Their support? False. They don't care, they give you pity. They know what you are and how low you actually are. Yet, they don't want to break your heart with that truth. Why waste their time with a mistake?..."

Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. This word had been repeated for only a few minutes and it was beginning to eat me on the inside. Everyone… Actually hated me? But never showed it? No, that can't be it, but why did it… Never. I would never even think about giving into a lie such as that. But, if that wasn't the truth, what is there?

My attention was snapped back to his when his heavy huff blew against my snout. Having obviously noticed my zone out, he spoke with a firm tone. "So, would you like me to end it for you? It is very fast. I'll give this mistake the place it deserves."

At this point, there was no more time to waste on quick conclusions. I couldn't give up, but the thoughts I had for now weren't enough to fight aback the feeling I was having. Was there something else? What was it? There had to be something else that pieced them together to make more sense. I'm a mistake. I have support… Think…

During the sequence of his claw softly scratching against my neck in preparation, my mind was racing through every single motive and thought that I had stored up from my life until this point, searching for an answer. Who I was, what I did, who I had as friends, family, backup, what I've liked and disliked, the events that I've gone through, the things that shaped me. There had to be an answer that tied in. I was mentally stabbing myself at this point. After a period of never-ending stress and pressure, the answer suddenly flashed forward in my vision.

"Why do we feel this way about our friends?"

Words from the past flashed back through.

"Ask yourself that. You'll find the answer…"

"Ask yourself that."

"Ask yourself."

My eyes were slowly beginning to open wider in realisation throughout my body's current status. That was… it. That was the missing puzzle. They were my inspiration, but the reason why was left unnoticed until this moment. However, it became clear. The reasons, the feeling, the words. All tied together in a perfect web. My eyes soon met with his as I finally spoke. "…No..."

His head cocked to the left. "Eh? No? Don't tell me you're feeling brave again."

"… I am a mistake."

His devil smirk never escaped his lips. "Ah, glad you're understanding."

"But—"

Immediately, his expression shifted into a shape of shock and anger. "'But'…?"

I blinked calmly. "So is everyone else…"

His claw dug a bit deeper into my neck, causing me to wince slightly, more from nervousness than pain. "Explain yourself, waste…"

I did as he asked and began to explain my reasoning. "You claim I'm a mistake… A thing that can never be loved… 'No one would ever love a mistake'…But what if that mistake is loved by other mistakes? Doesn't that make it right?"

For once, his expression was more in shock of a lack of words. "Uh—"

Bingo. My stance slowly began to grow stronger from the returning energy as I began to stand up, pushing his body back with some resistance. "Everyone is a mistake… Everyone has a flaw that makes them a 'mistake', something that doesn't deserve love… Something that would corrupt them entirely and strip them of their affectionate needs. But, that mistake can always receive help from another mistake. They fit in the same category, no?"

His teeth were barring, the sky beginning to grow more violent and chaotic with louder clashes of thunder and bright flickers of lightning. "Knock it off…"

"Mistakes are corrupted enough to be together, for they are both stripped of their opportunity for love. However, the mistakes have their own issues that must first be overlooked…"

"Stop it…"

"So if all have a mistake about themselves, what would there be to judge on someone else if you have your own flaw?"

"I said shut up."

I ignored and continued. "What would you say? You're not perfect, you're also a mistake. You have no way to tell them what is right if you're too imperfect to give the information. So overlooking becomes more of an option."

The thunder roared louder as he snarled slightly. "You ramble too much…"

Once again, I ignored. "But in the case where each mistake is no longer able to receive the opportunity to gain affection, they will get lonely and crave for it more. And with the situations at hand where they finally have others that are compatible with them to do so—"

"Shut up!"

"—and they are able to both receive the affection—"

"Will you piss off?!"

"—they are both finally able to receive that affection and care they longed for, together." I had finally stood to my feet, staring at him. Battered and bruised, bleeding and huffing for the air to regain my composure entirely. "There is nothing more necessary than for a mistake to feel loved by someone. But when they're loved by more than one person,—"My head flashed to the large group of friends gathered in the meadow. I smiled softly before continuing. "—it makes the power of that person's strength stronger than one could possibly imagine."

"What are you saying? Spit it out."

My eyes locked, firm stare. "Love overlooks all flaws. All are a mistake. All deserve nothing but ignorance. But with the love one mistake has for another, to each other, they are—"

"Don't say it."

"Are—"

"Don't say it, you damn fool!"

"Perfect."

"Gaaaaaah!" His head lifted in a thunderous roar of rage, lightning in sync as his sprint was aimed in my direction. "I'll make you fucking eat those lies!" With a swing of his paw, it contacted with—

Another paw? My semi-closed eyes slightly peeked at the obstacle it had hit. Trailing my eyes upwards at the figure, I noticed the smaller crest instantly. "Zaven…"

Without time to speak, he quickly blasted the doppelganger with a flash of light, and then stood by my side with a protective wing over my body. I only stared at him in complete shock, but couldn't question his presence at this point. I could only be grateful for his appearance, and noticing my gaze, he smiled lightly, taking in my gratitude telepathically. The clone shook his head and snarled. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"

Zaven shook his head twice at the recovery and squinted at the figure. "I'm Zaven, this mistake's mistake."

My heart fluttered lightly at hearing that. Whereas, his snarls only increased in disgust. "And why are you here?! You want to die too?!"

"No, I would much rather keep this mistake close to me, thank you very much."

"But… He's worthless!"

"Not to me. To me, he's everything." His head glanced down back at me before continuing his conversation. "To me, he's perfect."

My heart was continuing to lightly flutter at the circumstances that were occurring, both from the compliments and the knowledge I had just obtained.

Zaven continued to speak. "I'll protect him with my life if I have to. You will not touch another piece of him." With another quick glance, his head softly lowered down and licked some of the blood off my shoulder, helping to clean it.

I smiled widely, now full of energy despite my appearance.

"What is there to love about a mistake?! They're… Failures!"

"My friends are never failures to me, they're my friends." Zaven spoke out. "Friends care about the other person enough to be their friend. They love them."

"Loving mistakes is nothing but a mistake!"

"Well, we're all mistakes, so I suppose it works out, huh?" Zaven smirked slightly. "He might be a mistake, but he's perfect to me."

Man, if my smile had grown anymore, my lips would have ripped off. I chuckled lightly and looked up at him, staring at his determined face. He seemed so strong on his thoughts about me. It was powerful. However, my ear seemed to twitch when I heard another voice behind us.

"He's perfect to us, too!"

All of our attentions were focused on the noise in the back, followed by… My mouth dropped in amazement at the familiar sight. All of my friends, stationed in a battlefront line, stood with the same firm expression as Zaven. Each of their expressions matched in both appearance and power. Amethyst, who was in the front of the line, and the voice of the call, smirked at me with a sisterly grin. "You really think we wouldn't think that way? Silly dragon…"

I perked. Then smiled, and finally smirked mischievously as my head followed in front at the clone, with my army of trustworthy friends backing me up. His face had contorted into unsurely panick and now full fear. Now with more confidence, I spoke. "So a mistake can't be loved, huh?"

He could only stutter his attempt at speaking. "N-nono impossible! T-this c-can't be tru—Y-You all are just lies! All of you!—"

As he babbled continually, I soon felt… Different. Like… Powerful. Stronger than before. And… it wasn't stopping. The power only felt like it was growing. I felt like I could jump mountains. Canyons? I had enough energy to fly around the world twice now. Ten times? I was getting overconfident, but it felt as if the energy I was gaining was granting me that possibility. Heck, maybe it was even possible at this point! I scanned around for any cause of this sudden transfer of power, and spotted the source instantly. All of my friends, including Zaven, were now beginning to glow a faint teal aura around their entire bodies. All eyes were closed, heads lowered slightly. Upon further inspection, my… Crest was beginning to glow as well. I understood what had to be done. Time to end this.

Already aware of the event occurring, the clone attempted to flee with loud, high pitched roars of anxiety. My maw was soon wide open, inhaling a deep breath as I felt the entirety of the overall strength filling my lungs. This final blast had to be it. With all my focus put into this one shot, I stimulated the effects tenfold, amplifying the size, power, and overall pressure of the blast. My maw had transformed into a bright purple plasma glowing cannon. As he attempted to flee, one last thought ran through my brain.

"Goodbye, mistake."

I soon released the heavily charged blast, practically sending my body skidding backwards slightly from the blowback. The heavens lit up in an intense bright white light as the plasma charge was spread out at least twenty times its normal size at forty times the speed. My eyes were slammed shut as I felt the impact to my own body during the blast, myself slowly draining and shutting down. The blast extended further out the farther it travelled, covering the entire landscape in front of me with a blast of light. The clone's shrieks were heard. The area lit up in a blinding light. But soon darkened into a pitch black, my consciousness soon following as I blacked out.