Redemption and Rebirth
Note: It's been a while again. Well, I have made a chapter for you guys. This chapter would be a bit centered on one of the principal characters in this fiction. Although I am also focused on my works, I can't neglect this either. Hamlet belongs to Shakespeare (despite being totally modified).
Silent Revelation
The still woods seemed to have drowned everything in its silence and its vast green. Black fabrics would dance like shadows stalking swiftly through the forest. This shade running through, racing against time would chase at what was not before him fleeing. Faintly, the trees would seem to shift in blurred mirages, being shades of color to his sight as he rushed on. The sun is slowly retreating, shedding brazen light in a shower of tilted rays.
At this rate, the angel could not tell if he is going any further, near a clearing that would free him from this dark wood. The crimson light enveloping his right palm continued to resonate, glowing with brilliance then fading into softness, looping in a continuous rhythm. Though its pace is moderate, he was closely given with hope. His steps crushing the leaves beneath him gave its rustle whilst the wind gave its whisper to his ears, splashing its breeze to his face. He could hear nothing more, not a sign of their echoes nor the sound of any intruding demon. Right now, he was alone. His mind faintly would remember, though shade of vague memories they were. However, his body could remember very well. The feeling of moving with such haste, with such urgency, he could not deny it. For once, it seemed too much of a déjà vu. He could not help but ask himself within.
Has this happened before? He questioned, body seemingly gliding in its hastened steps whilst his black pinions remain hidden from sight, hidden with such a human guise. I cannot recall. I cannot comprehend.
It was a faint image, the night marking the waxing moon. With its rays gleaming to bare his path, he rushed through the woods unseen. The lad was headed for one destination, the bridge at the entrance of Asgard's capital. His hastened steps remained muffled on the earthen trail as he neared the very entrance of the great city. A few more steps and he would reach the Bridge of Souls, the longest path before the Gate of Valhalla. The lad's mind raced along with the pace of his heart, trying to overcome the fatigue taking over in exchange for the effort of haste.
"Malice, wait for me. Do not answer the vow yet." He whispered as he began to chant a short phrase. "Messenger's sandals, bring thy strings on my feet and quicken my steps."
A gleam of light enveloped his very shoes, taking its effect at the very moment. With one step, he darted forth as if the air broke apart to his heightened pace. The bridge that would take a day to cross, as the elders would say, now would take mere minutes. He could feel it; he could see the open gate and the guards no longer waiting in their posts. His face painted his determination, knowing that he would make it at last.
"Malice….I'll keep my promise. I'll get you out of there." He whispered as he rushed through the streets and its straight path. This very road was leading him to one place where he knew the ceremony would take its delegation, The Grand Cathedral.
The memoir played within his mind as if it was a faint scenario. His steps continued as he seemed mesmerized by the memories that have begun to form one by one, plunging him into a state of reminiscence. Though his mind drifted with these newfound discoveries, he managed to maintain his pace and sprinted through the trail.
Only that he would be interrupted by the ground before him breaking with a powerful force on impact.
Ledah sidestepped out of reflex, avoiding the hit of the blow set before him. Rushing out of harms way, his body flew to his left as his left foot brought its sole to scrape a cloud of dust to bring his momentum to a halt. Now with his ground held down, he whipped his right hand and conjured the crimson aura, bringing the spear Diviner to his grasp. He had to keep his guard up, knowing that it would come in a moment.
"Who goes there?" he raised his voice, still keeping his cold expression.
"It is I, my dear Montague." came forth the reply as from the high canopy descended a figure. Landing on the gentle earth, he gazed back at the Crimson Angel.
This stranger stood before him, bearing similarities in aspect of appearance. The clothes that both wore resembled each other, spare the colors given. A crimson coat over the black vest and white dress-shirt graced this person's body, matched with his black full-length trousers and leather shoes. This was the contrast to Ledah's assumed apparel of a black coat, a crimson dress-shirt, a pair of jeans with the shade of the darkest blue and ankle-cut boots. The length and shade of their hair bore the most striking resemblance, yet a mask concealed the man's visage.
"Who are you?" Ledah asked as he raised his spear, pointing it at the fellow.
"Raise not your weapon." he replied. A pause filled the air before he spoke again. "I am you. You are me. Yet, I am not you. We are one and also we are different. Truly, I reside within you yet I exist outside of you. A shadow and embodiment of what you are within and yet an existence far more distinct."
"What do you speak of?" he asked again as he kept his spear pointed at him, countenance unchanged although somewhat puzzled. "What proof do you have of this?
The masked one raised his gloved hand, glowing with a conjured aura. On Ledah's chest gleamed a marking with its patterns peering through the layers of clothing. The glyph and its intricate lines and patterns reacted in tandem with Lorelei. Without warning, a powerful surge rushed through Ledah's body, giving off a powerful ether shock. With its jagged bolts fluxing and circling his body, the pain brought the angel to his knees.
"Is that enough for proof?" the masked man asked in response.
In agony, he gritted his teeth as he struggled to rise. But in every attempt, he would simply stumble. "So…you know…of my pact…."
"Yes. You paid your emotions as a sacrifice to the covenant as a Grim Angel." he explained as he ambled closer. "The meaning behind the Pact Sigil signifies such a sacrifice. But what lies behind it, what story it bears, that I know more than anyone."
Ledah grimaced in annoyance, unable to discern what was in his mind. For some strange reason, he could not understand why he was even feeling such an emotion. It is truly peculiar. The masked stranger ambled even closer and now, he stood before him. He knelt down on one knee and brought his gloved hand to clasp the chin of Ledah's face. As he held it still, the Crimson Angel's eyes met with glimmering sardonyx eyes, peering through the eyeholes of the mask. Another wave rushed within his body, a feeling of awe as he seemed lost with the glow of sparkling gold.
"Who…are you?" Ledah asked; lips quivering as he struggled to speak.
"My name is Hamlet. Let me show you a story behind your mark. A story of you…."
A verdant light began to circle the pair as the ground beneath them began to inscribe lines of a certain pattern. A central triangle was formed, encasing the two whilst three inverted triangles were formed outside, aligned with the center of each side. This rune was known by one name, the Heilig Rune. Its aura soon mingled with the rays of the western sun, showering its light from the leafy canopy above. Its effect has begun to take shape, bathing them within the divine light.
The halls of the Grand Cathedral echoed with hymns sung to the sleeping Gods. A procession has begun, taking the path of the central aisle. A pair of acolytes walked forth in white vestments, carrying the candles mounted on golden candlesticks followed by another pair of acolytes swinging censers of fragrant incense. Behind them ambled the Seven Magi, clad in black robes and adorned with their circling heraldries. Not far behind would be a few candidates of this Ceremony of Induction, among them was Malice, clad in her white robes and azure cloak.
The words of the hallowed hymn echoed throughout the halls, giving forth an aura of reverence to every witness. As the Magi began to take their places on the altar, the candidates began to kneel down on their knees, waiting for the ceremony to commence. As the congregation began to follow suit and fell to their knees, reverent and true to their faith and loyalty as soon, their voices were raised in singing the hymns along with the choir. With the last words of the hymn uttered, a deafening silence took over. The Magus on the center stepped forward, raising his hand as he brought forth his voice to be heard.
"The Chaos of Ragnarok has come to pass, but its wounds remain to harrow with grief and suffering whilst the Gods who we serve and pledge our faith remains in their slumber as to regain their power for the sake of peace. Knowing this, they entrusted us to protect and keep this serenity for generations. Thus, 'tis time to appoint us our new stewards and heroes who shall stand for this cause."
The rest of the Magi stepped forward and began to encircle the seven candidates. With their hands about to be stretched forth, they are prepared to initiate their rite. The crowd was filled with silence as they watched, waiting for this very moment to commence.
Until, the door swung open and a voice broke the silence.
"Halt the ceremony, I beg thee. Halt."
The eyes of the masses, of the candidates and of the Magi turned to gaze back. What stood before the entrance of the cathedral was Ledah, clad in crimson and black, heaving and gasping for air. One of the Magi sauntered and halted at the center of the aisle as he watched the young man straighten himself and regain his composure.
"Pray tell, dear Ledah. What reason is raised for you to ask of such." he asked in a gentle fashion.
"Lord Xion, I crave for a boon. A humble request I desire to lift up to you and the Magi Council."
"Very well, state your case." Xion replied as he listened intently.
"I request, with the Council's permission and the candidates' consent, to challenge Malice in a trial. A deciding battle to see how fit she would be. If she is defeated or if she concedes, I must take her place. If she proves true and wins, I will witness her ascension as a Grim Angel and acquiesce to the decline of my candidacy."
This request earned gasps and murmurs among many. This was an unlikely request to be made on the day of the ceremony. To the Magi and the candidates, this request is either daring or desperate. Malice rose from her kneeling and faced the young man. Taken into silence, she watched him as he sauntered closer. The rest of the Magi looked at each other and whispered to each other about this matter, finding what decision is to be considered.
"We shall initiate this trial by dawn at the Coliseum—"
"Wait." Malice raised her voice. Now, the eyes of many were averted and glazed over with the attention that they bear. "From the nature of this matter, it is urgent. I would rather accept this here and now."
"And is this your intention of how it is settled, Ledah?" from the line of the Magi came Hector's voice.
"Aye, Lord Hector." Ledah answered without a change of expression.
"Very well then, now that being decided by both parties…" Xion clapped his hand twice, signaling the acolytes to come before them. Clutched upon their hands were objects wrapped in cloth, bearing the length that resembled any polearm forged. One came to Ledah and handed to him his weapon whilst the other made his way towards Malice and did likewise. The young man removed the shroud from the weapon and revealed a spear crafted with mythril and ash wood. Staring at the glistening blade, he began to whirl it in a full circle before assuming his stance. Not that far, Malice stood already at the ready, clasping her halberd and poised with her guard.
As the crowds began their silent vigil, they await the moment the two would clash. Xion stepped back, clearing any obstacle as to officiate and administer the rules to this battle. He looked at Ledah, standing prepared with his spear at ease in his grip. As Xion looked to the other end, Malice stood at ease with her halberd waiting to strike. Behind her, the Magi took their places behind the altar to take witness. The young Magus could feel the tension lingering within the silence. Raising his hand, he took the role of the overseer to this very ordeal.
"Begin." He boldly spoke as his hand dropped swiftly in a downward stroke.
Without any hesitation given, both rushed forth with polearms poised to swing in a sudden clash. The impact made by its intense collision sent a minute shockwave that knocked both fighters away from each other. Taking the opportunity, Malice charged forward and swung her halberd violently in a diagonal stroke descending from her right. Ledah managed to sidestep and evade the blow, the force being taken by his spear as it redirected the attack, twirling it in a clockwise direction as it passed through his right. Now with her back open, he took this opportunity to strike her down with the shaft striking the small of her back as he twirled in momentum. Being shoved, Malice staggered a few steps before she gained footing once again. As she spun and returned to her stance, Ledah began his flurry of thrusts with his spear, attempting to land a blow. She parried at each stroke, striking them with her halberd. This exchange was making her step back one at a time as its fury showed not a sign of relenting. She had to do something or she will be cornered.
Opportunity has begun to reveal itself before her as Ledah made his last thrust. She has found it, this is the only way. As the spearhead nearly struck her, she brought her halberd to throw it aside with its shaft. With its path now deterred, she brought herself to slide forward and tackled him with her elbow. The strike, however, was muffled with Ledah's freehand blocking its advance with a palm. But the force it carried pushed him back a few inches, making him flinch. She quickly grasped her weapon with both hands and shoved the pommel towards his abdomen. The blow sent Ledah even further from her, air forced out of his mouth as he skidded back. The fight, as it fares at the moment, seemed to be of equal terms. None of them had tipped the scales. The spectators watched in awe as the air was tense. A few would whisper at each other as to whose side they are wagering. To the Magi, the fight was remarkable even at its first stages though they do not come easy to judge who had the upper hand. Though Malice was remarkable, they have yet to see Ledah's true actions.
"Why are you holding back, Ledah?" Malice said to him as she whirled her halberd and took her position. Something didn't seem right about Ledah. She could sense that this was not the full force of her opponent. After being with him for quite a long time, she could easily tell. "Are you toying with me? Show your true strength."
Ledah gave out a glare as his countenance remained unchanging. Clasping his weapon, he looked at her and took his stance. "Do not be arrogant, Malice. The fight is far from over."
The halls were filled with an uproar as they began to cheer for both parties. The fight itself was an unprecedented spectacle but nonetheless, it was a good opportunity to prove each other of their worth. Malice kept her eyes on Ledah and likewise. Wondering why such a long stare would be conspiring, not a soul would have a clue to answer. Unbeknownst to many, both were already conversing with their minds, sending messages not by words uttered by lips but by their hearts.
"Why are you not showing what you're capable of? You have to be better than this." Malice raised her query to him.
"I am afraid of hurting you further. I want to protect you from such madness."
"But I'm following my dreams in order to redeem myself. What madness is there?"
"That is the madness that I speak. Do you realize how we mortify ourselves with their whims?"
"Please. No more, Ledah."
"Malice—"
"I've had it." Malice screamed as she charged forth with her halberd in hand. Without giving a chance for Ledah to move, she swung her weapon and brought it to smite him and the ground with it. Knowing that stroke would be lethal, Ledah jumped back and brought himself clear from its blow, bringing the marble floor to face its impact. The shockwave from the strike pushed him back with utmost strength that he had no chance to recover. Malice would not relent as she charged forth, swinging her halberd in a random string of strokes. The sheer force would throw Ledah around at every direction, keeping his guard up while suffering to the shock being dealt to him at each attack. She had gone berserk.
I have to stop her. For her sake as well… Ledah resolved this to himself. He had to make her realize this truth. At this point she would not listen to him. He had to resort to use force. On that last stroke, he moved aside in a quick step to his left, bringing his spear clear of the path along with him. As the downward stroke of the halberd came to a halt on its impact, Ledah took the opportunity to strike back as he swung his spear in a horizontal path. He struck her by the chest swiftly and with force by the shaft, pushing her back. While knocked away with a few steps, Malice gains her footing as she witnesses Ledah whirl his spear, fanning it in an infinity symbol pattern. Grinning, Malice charged forth as both resumed clashing once again.
The crowds watched in awe as they witness the fight in such breakneck speed. They could only see flashes of metal and the currents of winds as the swift movements were done with elegance. The Magi continued to observe in their places. Lord Xion watched with only a question in mind, who would win in this fight.
"Lady Sophia, it seems we are mistaken with our selection." one of the Magi on the right whispered to the other on the far end. "We should have considered the both of them to take the rites, you can see their potential."
"Who was it that disapproved of this, Lord Firion?" Sophia replied as she watched the fight continue. It was still unclear on who truly had the upper hand. "As far as I am concerned, I had my eye on these two from the very beginning."
"Hold your tongues and save your judgments for the end of this ordeal." the Magus at the center commented as he continued observing the fighters. Deep within the clashes of weapon and will, he knew that a secret was being kept. There was a desire being played through this clashing that both personae wanted fulfillment. He could sense that somehow, something within them was being consummated. Was it through combat that this was being apparent for these two? That is what he wanted to see for himself.
Moments have passed and the fight has not come to its conclusion. Due to the swiftness of the exchange, many are losing the grasp of how the fight raged on. Only Xion and Hector would notice the subtle changes of the air. It would only take a while for its intensity to draw to an end. And were they ever correct.
Without any further ado, a powerful shock sent a gust rushing from all directions as both fighters reappeared. Once again, a gap stands between them. Heaving and gasping for air, Malice and Ledah had fought for a considerable time. Now is the time they end this endeavor once and for all.
A breath would count as the pulse would march in a crescendo. The final blow decides everything as one must stake everything in a single strike. Everything else around them would no longer matter to them. Their minds have now cleared themselves of everything but the will to triumph. What was there was anticipation. Unnoticed, a piece of the rosary held by Hector would snap its cord asunder. The cross that it held on began to fall to the marble floor. The metallic ornament struck the ground, sending an echoing clink.
The two angels wasted no time as they made a mad dash against each other. With hands holding securely to their weapons, they have raised them and poised their strike in a final blow. Malice raised her halberd and initiated a diagonal slash. Ledah raised his spear as he, too, would go for the same stroke. Both weapons would clash, letting out a shattering clap.
It was then they noticed something cracked.
The shafts of both weapons have been broken as splinters flew in the air. The metallic heads whirled in the air, dropping to the floor with its echo. Both fighters stood still as their hands remained in the position done after their final strike. Fatigued and suffering from the shock of the impact, they await on who falters first. Ledah was heaving in exhaustion as Malice would try to catch her breath. He winced in pain as his hands began to droop down; his grip lost to him as the wooden shaft in hand fell to the floor. Everyone thought it was his loss, not until Malice began to give in. Her legs could not hold her up any longer that she began to fall forward. Her body would not touch the ground as she was cradled by Ledah's own, his arms wrapping around her in an embrace to help her up. Slowly, he brought himself on his knees, letting her body rest atop his as they both tried to find repose.
Malice was filled with too many questions, along with words of cursing to herself and of wrath to Ledah. She was confused. Why would he do this to her? What was it that he wanted to say to her right there and then? Mustering all her strength, she parted her lips and brought them to air and through his ears.
"Why, Ledah?" Malice asked breathlessly. "Why did you do this?"
Ledah closed his eyes, his heart filled with regret and pain. He did not want to hurt her and all the more defame her of this ordeal. He wanted to stop her from hurting herself further. All he wanted was to protect her. His heart screamed these reasons but his lips could not. Was it because she knew this? Would she be convinced? He knew he had one more thing to say.
"I'm sorry, Malice." Ledah spoke softly, his voice only heard by her ears. "I cannot risk you in this manner. I love you so dearly. But I have stolen everything from you. I have tainted you and brought you to be shunned. You would raise your wrath on me and I know this well…even now that I took this chance from you. Forgive me, Malice..."
She tried everything to keep herself calm. She listened to his justifications, to his reasons. He was not yet done in speaking, however, as he brought out this revelation to her.
"Malice, a fruit lives within you…"
Her eyes widened as she heard him utter those words, gasping upon realizing what he meant. Overwhelmed with a tide of emotions, she shook uncontrollably within his embrace. She could not decide if she should cry or scream. She choked on words that could not leave her lips. All she could do was claw her fingers to his back and grip tightly on the fabrics of his clothes. Ledah was overwhelmed with guilt and anger, an anger aimed to himself. Seeing what he has done, he could not undo the damage.
"…I'm sorry, Malice. This secret should be hidden……these sins, we must bury them into oblivion's depths…"
"Ledah…" Malice uttered once again as she buried her face on his shoulders, her voice trailing away as her quiet sobs were soon heard.
He had one resolution. Now that he had obtained the coveted title, he had one sacrifice to give. To him, this is his punishment. He knew little of what would come after, on what would come in the future.
Ledah fell on his knees, his body lurching as his palms kissed the grass bed. Gasping for air, he tried to breathe in as much as he could to ease the shock. His countenance of indifference and collectedness were shattered with the instability of surging emotions. All were filled with surprise, a hint of guilt and despair upon learning such convictions. Hamlet was just behind him, watching him on how he writhed in a strange horror of seeing such a past. Ambling quietly to set himself before him, he began to break the silence.
"So, do you comprehend what you have seen?" he asked with the same apathy displayed in such monotonous tones.
"…I did all this? Is that why she was after me?" Ledah asked as his voice began to straighten once again.
He gave a nod as he continued. "Do you remember why you did this?"
Ledah fell silent as everything within him began to come in lucid images. Everything that was flashing in his head previously now fell into place. He fell into softness as he whispered his answer. "…I never wanted her to be hurt…yet I did not know that I had hurt her so much……"
He tried to recall the moments when they had met during the crisis of the Promised Land, Riviera. On how they were forced to come together under Hector's command, how they would simply brush each other's shoulders as they pass each other by, on how he would take the blow from her when he protected Ein and noticed the fulfillment in his death. On how they mocked each other when they met again but soon faltered in their memories. Was it really that twisted to understand the implications of their fate? He never thought he would contemplate even more about this. The images of the intimate moments they were together, on how they shared and succumbed to the desires of their hearts, it was there all along. The answer was there right before him and only now he realized this.
"I fought to stop her…because I loved her." Ledah answered softly, rising from the ground with this realization.
Hamlet turned to face him, raising his gloved hand as a crimson aura began to ignite from the air. The anima began to form as the shape of a spear was sculpted. With its ornate parts now completed in outline, the aura vanished as it revealed the crimson Diviner, Lorelei. With this under his perusal, he began to explain.
"Lorelei is the Diviner of Flame, embodied by the fires of Muspellheim, the plane of fire." With an outstretched hand, he gave the weapon back to its owner. "The tides of your emotions forged this spear as a weapon, honoring the sacrifice to this covenant. Before, I noticed that you could not use it to its fullest potential. Now that you have been reminded of your pact, the Execution Overdrive has been granted to you."
The young man held firm to his weapon upon receiving it. The glimmer of the spear was even brighter as if the flames itself were raging within. Ledah turned to face the path before him and was about to take a step to his departure. But even before he could proceed, a golden flame began to erupt from the expanse. The zephyrs stirred as the golden fire raged and grew, taking form akin to an enormous bird. With its wings spanned, it gave off a fierce howl that shook the branches of the woods. Hamlet stood firm as he stretched his right hand before Ledah, halting him from proceeding further.
"Ledah, you have paid your lot by remembering your hidden past and obtaining your powers." Hamlet said to him. A silver aura glimmered and enveloped the whole of his hand as he pulled his arm to his own chest. He then whipped his hand down, bringing a rapier to materialize and settle to his grasp. The hilt had a single wing protruding on one side whilst on the opposite side; the hand guard curved its path towards the pommel. The straight edge glistened with divine light, setting forth sigils on both faces of the blade to resonate in its aura to reveal its name.
"Rosier, angelic sword, serve me well." He said quietly as he raised the blade and brought its face to touch his lips. He would then whisk it downward again as he idled his hand to his side again, taking it as a stance of his own. Gazing at the flaming creature, he chuckled as his masked visage showed no expression. "You sing for your death, Aghart."
The avian squealed as it flapped its pinions violently. The stroke of its wings caused spirals of fire to ignite the air, combusting in arcs surging to where they stood. The two of them scrambled as they jumped away, splitting on opposite directions to avoid it. Hamlet moved swiftly as he dashed towards the beast. With Aghart's attention focused on the masked fencer, it began to send more of its flaming arcs at him. Hamlet moved with grace as he dodged with ease, swaying at one flare after the other. Managing to get close, he thrust his blade against the bird and was able to injure it. The being squealed in pain as it tried to bring its talons to use. Hamlet jumped as he avoided the strike and landed on the thigh of the bird. He rushed on his way up, leaping and hopping on one part after the other. His flight in such was not without any slash or strike from his rapier, ailing the beast to its agony.
In pain, Aghart spanned its wings as it tried to fly away, flapping it to gain altitude. The demon managed to hover a few feet from the ground. Unnoticed by the being, Hamlet managed to reach the back of the avian. His left hand pulled back, revealing a set of beads wrapped upon his nieve with a noticeable cross on it. It was a rosary clutched on his very hand. Without any ado, he rammed it with a punch on the being's flesh. The strike triggered a magic circle to appear as it caught the beast within it. From the one on the center, four more would come to encase it further as two would descend to reach the ground while the other two reached towards the vicinity of its head. The pattern formed a cylinder as the symbols inscribed on the circle resonated and hampered the being's movement. Hamlet jumped back and whirled in the air in a back-flip. Managing to land on the ground with ease, he looked at the humongous demon.
"One of the Accursed who served the false god, Aghart, you have been judged." he started as he raised his rosary-clad hand high. Flicking the wrist of the sword-wielding hand, he prepared himself for the final strike. "Feel my wrath."
Without a moment spared, Hamlet swung the rapier in a rising stroke. Reacting in time with his movements, a large, ethereal blade launched itself from the depths of the earth as it impaled the being in a single bound. It pierced through its flesh and further out, enough to cause the demise of the beast. Soon, Aghart's body began to burst into flames, consuming its enormous carcass in a conflagration. The name of the attack was soon uttered by Hamlet's lips.
"Extreme Void."
Without a word, the masked one sauntered away, leaving Ledah behind. The Grim Angel simply scoffed as he, too, sauntered away from the scenery. He had to find the others to get a higher chance of finding her. He may not be aware of it, but they would truly need his help.
(End of Chapter)
This chapter may seem to be a real headache to put together. But from the looks of it, the plot might have thickened. You must hate the idea of cliffhangers. But, that must be what makes the story great.
This time, I had just introduced something that might earn a number of gasps from you readers. But that's for you to figure out. I hope I haven't ripped Riviera's reality apart just yet. And there are other characters introduced. Heian Edenwood helped me by giving me some Magi characters. And some guy from Shakespeare's works inspired me because of Romeo x Juliet. Anyways, it's not similar to that play. (I just need someone to talk to Ledah). I guess this chapter might have the longest flashback found in this story so far.
In case someone noticed, the move Extreme Void was introduced. That is under the courtesy of Valkyrie Profile, a game based on Norse Mythology made by Enix (now Square Enix). Some elements from that game might appear for the sake of spicing this thing up.
Well, hope you leave reviews and comments. I appreciate some feedback for me to improve. See you next time.
Sydney Grise