Hit Count for "The Path of the Aura: Intertwining Crossroads": 14,681.
Hit Count for "The Path of the Aura II: Brothers in Arms": 7,003.
Hit Count for "The Path of the Aura III: Bonds of Blood": 703
Hit Count for "Diverging from The Path of the Aura": 254
Hit Count for "The First Immortal: Or how I Learned to Create the Pokémon Universe": 927
Total Hit Count: 23,568.
This is a bit of a set-up chapter. But not entirely so, based on the title.
Not much else to say except enjoy.
Chapter LXII (62): Devil in Disguise
"He was like the devil. He knew too much, demanded too much, gave too much, and already they all needed him too much." —Orson Scott Card ("Speaker for the Dead") (197)
73.1: Aura Science
Location: Eduardo's Laboratory
Date: February 19th, 61 A.D.
Time: 10:21 AM
True to my word, a few days was all that I needed to understand how Odraude managed to implant Elemental Aura abilities into Roman Organization XIII.
As I was given time by my friends to analyze the carcasses of our fallen foes for evidence of their inherited abilities, I discovered that their power was never their own. It originated elsewhere, most likely from Odraude. And if not Odraude, then by the Dark One Himself. And if either Odraude or the Dark One can give away that much power, then it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that Odraude could overpower even Arceus, for not even the Alpha Pokémon Itself wished to fight him when he appeared before us back in the Sahara Desert.
For Odraude to label me a "Traitor" back then… It has distracted me multiple times throughout the following days, in trying to reassess myself, my decisive choice of actions, and my abilities, the most recent of which almost obliterated my friends alongside my enemies.
Through my persistence and drive for knowledge, as well as my deliberate rejection of my latest encounter with Odraude in order to focus on more pressing matters, I managed to figure out the process that Odraude used to empower his supernatural strike force. It was an advanced technique involving the transfer of aura between individuals, one that could easily result in the death of the user should they know how to perform it but lack the aura stockpile to give. Not only that, but I discovered that the weapons that Roman Organization XIII wielded against us, from what remained of most of them, were enchanted by the same exact principle. As a result, from an aural standpoint, Roman Organization XIII's weapons were just as alive and powerful as they were.
And luckily for me, I could salvage their lingering powers and make them our own. But for that, I required a few more days, to manufacture a machine to collect their essence and then divide it evenly amongst ourselves. That being said, we would ensure that Costas and Ian received the most of this, so that their own auras would take in this new power, adapt to it, and become much like my own when I first learned how to use Elemental Aura.
There were only two problems with this, one being minimal and the other resulting in an unyielding and satisfied agreement between both of my adopted brothers. The first problem is that I was unable to salvage any of Xondus' Silver (Sound) Aura, most likely because almost all of it was expelled from his Horn of Apollo when he fought against us as one of the last men standing in Roman Organization XIII, and because I don't have his living body here to analyze. The second problem is made easier by the first. With an even count of twelve Elemental Aura attributes, both Costas and Ian would have to decide which six they wanted to wield.
In the end, my brothers reached a fair consensus. Costas agreed to wield Red (Fire) Aura, Orange (Melee) Aura, Yellow (Lightning) Aura, Dark Green (Nature) Aura, Light Blue (Ice) Aura, and Black (Darkness) Aura. Ian agreed to wield Light Green (Wind) Aura, Green (Healing) Aura, Blue (Water) Aura, Purple (Psychic) Aura, Brown (Earth) Aura, and White (Light) Aura.
A few days later, or about a week since I committed to gathering Roman Organization XIII's power to amplify our own, I successfully drained their carcasses and weapons dry, making both cease to exist. And through my machine, I mixed in all of the aura that was gathered, before dividing it into seven distinct serving sizes, with Costas and Ian receiving the largest portions.
We took in these powers and made them our own. And at first glance, it appeared as though nothing had happened. But in my mind and through our extrasensory senses, a change did occur amongst us all, most notably to Costas and Ian as their aura already began to adapt to their six inherited Elemental Aura attributes, to the point where they almost appeared to learn Elemental Aura naturally instead of artificially.
It was during this time that we knew the best course of action for us all was to train, and see just how much stronger we've all become.
73.2: New Training Stratagem
Location: My Village (Far Outskirts)
Date: February 23th, 61 A.D.
Time: 12:06 PM
For the sake of the wellbeing of my home village, we remain several miles away for our training. But despite that, some of the villagers wanted to see us train first-hand, to marvel at our power as well as to acquaintance themselves with the other three Pokémon that they haven't yet seen. At first, we felt like telling them off, saying that it might be dangerous of them to watch us spar, even from a distance, and that there would be other times for them to get to know Latias, Latios, and Tiny Riolu, since they're already so familiar with Xeno and his heroic actions.
In the end, we ultimately gave in to the hundreds that wanted to spectate us, and even went so far as to wait for them to follow along with us. Together, we trekked almost ten miles away from my home village over the course of a few hours. For the villagers, it was a good work out in itself. And for us, it didn't even cause us to break a sweat. They contemplated what we would do to wow them as we trained, and we contemplated how to safeguard them while we sparred amongst ourselves.
When we reached a far enough distance, and the villagers were wondering where they should sit or stand to spectate us, both Xeno and I took matters into our own hands and made a seating gallery for them through the use of our earth-based abilities. Alongside this, both Latias and Latios cast a psychic barrier that would remain intact for a few hours, more than powerful enough to stop crossfire attacks dead in their tracks. As that was going on, I released all twenty-six of my S3-OSSv.2 devices, having them monitor and record us for future reference, something that I've grown to doing almost reflexively as of late. And with everything set, it was up to the seven of us to decide what to do first from our new training stratagem.
…Strike that. It was up to everyone except Xeno and I, as we watched Latios and Tiny Riolu stand behind Latias, while she was levitating back and forth before Costas and Ian. And for some reason, she formed one of the angriest faces she could muster. Which, for a Pokémon as adorable as Latias, just looked like she inflated her face like a balloon.
"So these are the two sorry excuses for new recruits that I've received today." Latias said, emulating a drill sergeant's stern tone of voice to the best of her ability. "When I asked for Gyarados, they send me a pair of Magikarp, flopping around on a cooking skillet without realizing its cooking them from the outside in!"
Costas and Ian tried their hardest to not crack down laughing at the red Eon Pokémon trying to emulate a polar opposite disposition. Tiny on the other hand turned towards a straight-faced Latios and nudged at its body for attention.
"Why is she talking that way?" He said, somewhat confused by her latest antics.
"Don't question it." Latios responded almost immediately. "You'll stay sane longer."
"Well, you know what I think?!" Latias continued her drill sergeant façade. "I think these Magikarp are tough enough to breathe in fire and crap out thunder!"
With that, she zoomed up into the sky, giving herself some distance between both Costas and Ian, but not necessarily giving them distance from her telepathy.
"Hit me with all that you've got, you Magikarp!" Latias persisted. "Turn this kettle black, or else she'll do the same onto you!"
Both Costas and Ian managed to not crack up at Latias' behavior and remained serious until the end. For now was the moment where they would exercise their newfound powers. They already understood all of the fundamentals involving aura and could literally manipulate it in their sleep by now. All they had to do was display it in a different spectrum.
Much to the amazement of everybody in attendance, Costas and Ian easily shifted their aura fields into one of the six Elemental Aura attributes that they had at their disposal. Costas emanated Light Blue (Ice) Aura and Ian radiated Purple (Psychic) Aura. And in one fell swoop that Latias of the remaining four of wasn't quite expecting, Ian held out a purple hand towards Latias and sharply jerked it back, causing Latias to jerk down towards him as if pulled sharply by a leash. And when Latias was made earthbound by Ian, Costas firmly slapped Latias in the belly, flash freezing her body solid, but stopping short of having the ice creep over her face.
When all was said and done, both brothers disengaged their Elemental Aura and left Latias on the ground, encased as a Pokémon popsicle, teeth chattering as everything beside her face was covered over in ice.
"Good job…!" She said with noticeable difficulty from her creeping brain freeze. "Now…could someone…give me a warm hug…please?"
"Way ahead of you, fluffy." Costas mentioned before he and Ian approached the frozen Eon Pokémon.
Much to Latias' delight, Costas didn't hesitate in hugging her as she was still encased in ice, because his Red (Fire) Aura was in effect. And through a substantial emanation of heat from that particular aura, Costas melted Latias' icy prison with his loving embrace, until he felt Latias' smooth down as well as Latias' claws wrap around his backside, and her neck wrap around behind his head. Ian patted her head from here, with a hand emanating Green (Healing) Aura, so that she wouldn't succumb to hypothermia and ultimately stabilize her body temperature.
As Latios watched this go on for a minute or two too long, he felt like breaking it up, before it lasted much longer than it needed to, such as when Xeno reacquainted himself with Sceptile back in Celadon Forest.
"Alright! Alright! Break it up you two!" Latios inserted himself between Costas and Latias like a wedge with his arms before separating them both. "We're here to train for an impending crisis, not get frisky with one another. They'll be time for that later if you two can't help yourselves."
"Do you want a hug as well?" Ian asked the blue Eon Pokémon.
"I think he wants a hug as well." Costas added, believing that Latios was feeling left out.
"Should we give him a hug then?" Latias wondered.
Latios slowly floated back and away from the three of them, feeling conflicted and embarrassed in sincerely wanting a hug, but also knowing that both Costas and Ian had to train and master their newfound abilities.
Which is why he decided to make a game out of.
"If you can knock me out of the sky, then you can hug me."
And with that, Latios involuntarily kicked up a plume of dust upon soaring skyward. When the dust settled, Costas, Ian, and Latias saw Latios waiting for them hundreds of feet above the air. Knowing that this was now a part of their training, Ian used his Light Green (Wind) Aura to surround himself in a bubble of air, allowing him to freely maneuver across all three dimensions, most notably up and down. Costas mounted Latios and both of them took to the skies as well. This just left Tiny, Xeno and I watching all of this occur, while the villager audience was no doubt in awe at the little dogfight occurring in the sky.
Especially since this was an overall beneficial exercise in having both Costas and Ian learn not just how to use their respective set of six Elemental Aura attributes, but learn how to aim with them, on an opponent that can break the sound barrier no less.
As Tiny, Xeno and I watched on at Costas and Ian attempt to shoot Latios out of the sky with Elemental Aura abilities that they were remarkably quick in learning on the spot, Xeno turned his attention towards me, with thoughts of our training in mind.
"Eduardo?"
"Yes Xeno?" I turned to face him as he had already done so.
"If we plan on entering Rome and confronting Odraude, then there can't be any loose ends in our parts." Xeno explained. "As they're training in mastering their use of Elemental Aura, we must train in mastering our newest forms."
My face remained unchanged, but Xeno could clearly see the drop in color across it.
"…That's easy for you to say," I begin to speak hesitantly. "Your Aura Dragon Form had no complications whatsoever. But my Devil Dragon Form…nearly killed friend and foe alike."
"All the more reason why you must master it." Xeno insisted.
"He's right, you know." Tiny inserted himself into this conversation, taking Xeno's side instead of my own. "After all, when you became…that…you did recognize your enemies first before your friends."
"You also displayed power that, upon first impressions, rivaled that of even Arceus." Xeno continued to list.
"And setting aside personal thoughts in favor of logic," Tiny added. "You didn't appear to fight at full power against Roman Organization XIII. You toyed with them…barbarically…as they couldn't even scratch your bone-like exoskeleton."
"Hell, had I not done what I did in returning you to your senses," Xeno recollected, simply driving his Gunblade through my chest at the time, and then putting his very soul inside of my own to seek me out. "I don't think any earthbound force could've stop you."
"All the more reason why I should never use that monstrous power ever again." I counter-argued, and sounded as if I was pleading before both the Aura and Emanation Pokémon, begging them to take my side instead of the other way around.
"You won't know unless you try." Xeno continued. "After all, if it's anything like you're ordinary Dragon Form, then you'll master it in a heartbeat."
"But that was out of a drive to save you from Nero's clutches." I explained, understanding Xeno's faith in my abilities, but wishing he would still see the bigger picture as I already was. "When I was 'killed' by Roman Organization XIII and found myself alive outside of my destroyed dragon body, what triggered my 'resurrection' and my Devil Dragon Form was the drive to kill them all, not to protect my friends. And I don't even remember killing Roman Organization XIII as that dragon fiend."
"But you did review it through those devices of yours." Tiny pointed out.
"..." I did. My silence confirmed that. "I'm no stranger to killing, but what I did to them bordered on the lines of torture."
"What are you most afraid of with that new form?" Xeno asked me, wanting to hear the answer from my own mouth instead of from his own words.
"I'm most afraid…of seeing you all die…at my hands."
For Xeno, those words made Xeno recollect the words he told me shortly after our victory against Roman Organization XIII, where he wanted answers and wanted them immediately regarding what was going on with me when I transformed into my Devil Dragon Form. And at the end of that interrogation, he told me that nothing lasts forever and that I must learn to let go.
For Tiny, he recalled the first night that came after we had all defeated Roman Organization XIII. The night that we seven were sleeping together, huddled up against Aura Dragon Xeno's bulk. Tiny woke up in the middle of the night to see that I had done so as well, and appeared deep in thought at my dark actions earlier that day. I told him what I heard him say about me–through my S3-OSS devices–and appeared to take those words seriously. Tiny couldn't say anything to alleviate me at the time and just felt like giving up, unable to understand my blight because he wasn't in my position.
"…But I do understand the value of my 'True Form'." I continue, this time using the name I first heard regarding that state of being of mine. "And if we are to vanquish Odraude, as well as the Dark One, then I must master it, whether I want to or not."
"And as long as I still live and breathe," Xeno said, before he materialized his Gunblade before our eyes and planted its tip onto the patch of dirt between his feet, both of his paws resting nobly on the handle of the weapon. "So will our friends."
73.3: Your Best Nightmare
Time: 1:04 PM
When both of my brothers as well as the Eon Duo learned that I would be willing to access my Devil Dragon Form for the sake of controlling and mastering it, their first reaction was a telltale lingering fear to what I almost did to them in that state of body. It was clear to me that they appeared to retain some sort of negativity to my newest form, and attempted to talk the three of us out of it. But our logic was solid and my track record with my abilities and actions vastly outweighed the possibilities of life-threatening danger. Also, Xeno was clearly capable of keeping himself on par with my Devil Dragon Form, and had two options in his arsenal to keep me in check with.
But most importantly, I wanted to have my friends forget what I almost did to them when I was sinking deep within that empty shell.
With their minds eventually convinced, all that was for me to do was meditate on accessing my Devil Dragon Form. The only problem there is how I would attempt to replicate the results. I couldn't trick myself into thinking that one of my friends had died because there would still be a sense of lingering doubt that my friends are alright.
Instead, what I decided to meditate on was the emotional aspect.
As I sat down before my friends, they all looked on at me with mixed emotions. A confident Aura Pokémon, a curious Emanation Pokémon, perturbed Eon Pokémon, and cautious adopted brothers. Not only that, but we still had the villagers watching on at us from their makeshift stands.
All the more reason to make sure that my first impression with my Devil Dragon Form, no matter how haunting, is a positive one.
Sadly for me, positivity isn't going to trigger it. As I meditated with crossed legs and closed eyes, going through every single emotion I've ever displayed, only the negative ones are my best hope at triggering my True Form. Rage, fear, despair, revenge. The emotions of a murderer, not a friend.
In triggering these emotions as naturally as possible, I recollected on my most recent past, back when I fought Roman Organization XIII, shortly after I had believed Xeno was felled. The despondency that I felt in being unable to save him, the desolation that I expressed in lacking and having lost the power to protect him, the vendetta swelling within me for those that killed him, and the absolute rage that literally obliterated my human body in favor of the Dragon Form lingering within.
The emotions that I felt that day, for Roman Organization XIII, were never felt to such extremes before. Not against the first Roman Legion I decimated with my newfound Elemental Aura abilities. Not against Ho-Oh back in Arceus' Game. Not even against Odraude himself as I was working alongside the Alpha Pokémon's Children in liberating their Father from his control. What sent me off of the deep end, and made me relinquish all of my sense in favor of the soulless nature of a killing machine, was seeing one of my closest friends die before me, while I was deliberately made powerless to stop it.
I was too focused on this meditation that I failed to noticed the surge of thirteen Elemental Aura attributes I was radiating with disturbing intensity. So dense was my aura field, and so wide it encompassed, that my friends had to step back or else become forced back by the shockwaves alone.
"Brace yourselves, everyone!" Xeno shouted, feeling every strand of his fur wanting to flee from the impending Devil Dragon's resurgence. "He's beginning to transform!"
He Who Brings the Night/Archangel/Two Steps From Hell
(Song Begins)
The emotional state necessary to trigger my True Form was acknowledged, and my Elemental Aura already flaring and taking shape around me to transform me into the beast responsible for felling almost half of Roman Organization XIII, and almost felling my friends in the crossfire. My seated body began to disappear within the spiraling gales of my Elemental Aura, but not quickly enough. Because, as my friends looked on at me as my eyes were closed, they saw the moment I opened them.
As a result, they saw the moment that my eyes turned black as night, before appearing to melt within their sockets and streak my cheeks with an unnatural black substance.
Disturbed by the grim sight, they were moderately thankful that my Elemental Aura chrysalis finally grew dense enough to shroud me from view. And as they patiently, albeit anxiously awaited my transformation, they expected my spiraling cocoon to grow, to encompass a body that was thirty feet in height in comparison to my Dragon Form's fifteen.
Instead, they were perplexed to see my Elemental Aura veil shrink as it appeared to implode with me inside it.
Xeno wasn't there when I became a Devil Dragon for the first time, while my friends could never forget the sight of it. They recalled seeing my rebirth, pieced together from my aura that had scattered about the area until it was called back together by my willpower, before taking to the skies with a cluster of corpses to pick the bones off of, and causing all kinds of unnatural weather phenomenon as I became what I became.
What differed this time was that there was no disturbance in the atmosphere, much to their relief. But much to their horror, as my entire being condensed into a black hole of bottomless aura, no larger than a marble in shape, the ground beneath us erupted with the cadavers of dead animals and humans over the generations. Not only that, but in the Red Sea that we were relatively close by, a surge of human skeletons came up and out of the water, beckoned by my power and wishing to be a part of it.
The very same human skeletons that were once the first Roman Legion I had fried in the ocean, before they became food for the sharks and were left to decay.
As the skeletons came and disappeared within the black speck defying all kinds of logic and reality, it stopped feeding after it had received enough and began to grow. From the size of a seed, the dark void began to stretch and grow into a tree, towering over everything and anything in the area. And as my friends and spectating villagers were quick to note, the bones that I had amassed were not wasted.
When my black aura began to take on the shape of my Devil Dragon Form, the gathered bones began to emerge from it, almost like growing hair. They pieced themselves where they would best fit, either naturally or by force as it was most often the case. Especially with the bones that made up my head. Because nothing natural has a human skull in place of where a dragon skull's snout should be.
With the transformation complete, and the overall expulsion of evil aura extinguished, I stood tall over all as the Devil Dragon resurgent. And despite the inner turmoil that I successfully managed to emulate to trigger this form, my outward appearance suggested otherwise. Despite my monstrous exterior, I appeared at peace. Silent, watchful, protective.
…Or perhaps I was just biding my time, waiting to demolish those foolish enough to confront me.
Every single villager watching me take on this deathly form was unnerved, even more so when I first unleashed my first Elemental Aura attributes or my Dragon Form years ago. Every single one of my friends watching this were secretly amazed that I was able to trigger my Devil Dragon Form after all, especially without "dying" in comparison to last time. But now, upon realizing the gravity of my True Form and the power that they know it possesses, they're burdened with the fact that they're willingly gambling their lives in an effort to help me master it.
…And there's no guarantee that I'll even be able to master it.
Just like before, extrasensory perception is completely useless against me in regards to detecting my thoughts and emotions. My aura is too dark and abysmal, and seemingly limitless in its depth. Even as I appeared to be in a calm, collected, patient state of being, with my five wings wrapped over my exoskeleton like a robe of fine bone instead of cloth.
"…Guys, you sense it too, don't you?" Tiny Riolu was the first to speak up, vaguely albeit with everyone already knowing what he's speaking of.
"…A bottomless pit within an empty shell?" Latios commented, his serious demeanor primed through the lingering memories of his last confrontation against this side of me.
"…The suffocating, crushing depths of the ocean?" Latias added, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by telltale anxiety, as she put a claw to her chest, making sure there wasn't another hole blown through it this time.
"…He's not in control of himself." Ian strongly suspected, based on the way I appeared to glare at each and every one of them, through the nonexistent eyes on my dragon visor, or the eyes that would normally be in place of the human skull eye sockets that are actually my nostrils.
"…So, what do we do about it?" Costas asked with obvious stress in his voice, genuinely fearing for the overall wellbeing of his friends and himself.
"We fight." Xeno was the only individual amongst his party of six that still carried a brave and determined aura, and wanted everyone else to carry it alongside him. "We focus on keeping him empty shell busy, as he's most likely searching for his reigns within himself."
With Xeno's words of determination, he and his friends group themselves close together and in formation, ready to retaliate in unison at me, awaiting my first move instead of the other way around.
Like a giant, I look down on my friends. Like a statue, I don't show any emotions towards them. And like death, I don't show any mercy on them either.
I position one foot forward over the other and unfold my robe to make my upside-down pentagram for wings display itself with a wingspan as wide as I am tall. And as I see my friends ready themselves to strike back, I begin to run right for them.
Directly towards the spectating villagers.
"…Fuck me." Xeno muttered before using TELEPORT, while his remaining teammates ready themselves.
The spectating villagers, despite feeling safe within the psychic barrier that the Eon Duo had conjured just for them, didn't realize that they were anything but safe in my presence. One good swing from either one of my two sword tails will split their barrier in two, alongside dozens of bodies if my aim is accurate enough.
But before I was even halfway there, the sudden appearance of a dark blue Aura Pokémon in mid-air, ready to intercept me, redirected my attention. He already held out his right leg as the Lucarionite within his heart began to glow and surround him in an energy cocoon, much like the one I had transformed in earlier.
His transformation from a Lucario to a Mega Lucario was near instantaneous. The fire spouting from his outstretched right leg met me squarely across the left side of my face. And with the sheer strength he was able to put into his BLAZE KICK attack, he sent me sharply flying to the right, instead of continuing straight ahead to the villagers, just as both the Eon Duo was doing as they in turn Mega Evolved through their respective Latiasite and Latiosite Mega Stones.
(Song Ends)
Both Eon Pokémon psychically reconnected themselves to their pre-established defensive barrier. And with their combined power, they lifted it up and off of the ground as a perfect sphere, with the villagers still seated on their makeshift stands and curious as to what was going on with me and why they were being carried back home.
As they were successfully disappearing over the horizon at breakneck speeds, Tiny fortified himself alongside Costas and Ian with a clever use of ANCIENT POWER. The three of them were encased in revolving energy-based rocks, drawing in their power for as long as Tiny was able to maintain the technique, or when it was an absolute necessity for the three of them to assist Xeno, after he had kicked me aside like a soccer ball.
Mega Xeno landed back down onto earth at the same time that I did, give or take a few hundred feet of distance separating us. And after his brutal BLAZE KICK, he noticed two things that appeared off as he gingerly walked over towards me. The first was that his right leg was superficially bleeding from a few shallow lacerations that resulted from kicking an exoskeleton that should be weaker than his own metallic skeleton, but really isn't. And the second is much more puzzling.
"(Why didn't you retaliate?)" Mega Xeno pondered as he saw my Devil Dragon body lie face down on the dirt, wings awkwardly folded over one another. "(You're better than that, even in that state of body.)"
Mega Xeno's answer to that mental inquiry came as he noticed I was getting back upright, slowly albeit steadily, as if I bared no grudge towards the Mega Evolved Aura Pokémon that punted me across the field with a single kick. My back was still turned towards him but even so, Xeno noticed that the kick across my head had left noticeable damage in the form of a few telltale cracks, the likes of which he was able to pinpoint with his sharpened acuity.
When I got back up on my feet, I still didn't retaliate. I simply turned around as if his BLAZE KICK meant nothing to me. And when I did turn around to face him, Mega Xeno noticed that the right side of my face was absolutely destroyed. The strength that the Mega Evolved Aura Pokémon was able to defeat Regigigas with managed to implode the right half of my face into my left, with the cracks in between exuding a deep black aura from within.
"Eduardo?! Are you still in there?!" He said as he drew closer and closer, halving our distance at this point. "Don't make me destroy your body before you can learn how to control it!"
Xeno always knew how to provoke his adversaries. And whether or not he knew if I was listening or not, he definitely got a reaction out of me. But it wasn't an offensive retaliation, either by coming at him or by firing an attack his way. Instead, it came from the right side of my face, as the pulverized half suddenly discarded all of its bone shards.
Directly onto my open right hand.
Once they were in my grasp, I closed my hand and closed it tightly. In my left hand, my "Ultima Weapon" Keyblade materialized, its size increased in proportion to my larger body. And in my right hand, those same bone shards seeped out of my grasp, enlarged and reconfigured themselves in order to become an entirely new weapon, one that I've seen wielded against me only once before by an adversary in my exact likeness.
A Death Scythe.
Now brandishing a thirty-foot polearm composed of fortified bone, a twenty-foot Keyblade, as well as my two sword tails and thirteen Elemental Aura attributes, I was truly a force to be reckoned with. Mega Xeno understood this when he noticed my stance, where I held both of my unnatural weapons forward and my sword tails by my sides, ready to lash out in a frenzy at whoever was close enough and foolish enough to challenge me.
Of course, Xeno wasn't deterred by this. Neither was Costas, Ian, and Tiny Riolu as they joined beside them. Neither were the Mega Evolved Eon Duo, as they stopped breaking the sound barrier when they were about a thousand feet over them before coming back down and regrouping.
In short, another sparring match was about to unfold, one that would mean certain death if any one of my six adversaries couldn't hold their own or support each other.
"Eduardo!" Xeno barked. "If you can't control yourself, then we won't either!"
Location: Hall of Origin
Date: ?
Time: ?
"Eduardo's Devil Dragon Form is the key to his sealed memories, whether or not he and his friends realize that. To unlock those memories, Eduardo has to dive deep within himself. But the farther he drops, the more control of himself he loses. The greater the distance, the longer his Devil Dragon Form runs amok as an engine of carnage.
"In short, he must lose himself to find himself."
I can't tell you how much I want to draw Eduardo in his Devil Dragon Form.
