The warrior has returned and now, it's time to make a dramatic battle! It admittedly went into a very strange area, so I want you to tell me what you think of it. I have heard your reviews of course and that is what shaped the first part of this chapter. Anyway, let's go!

Super hero time!

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Ren: Oi, Zelda, where are you?

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Ren: Huh, this is weird when you're alone.

R: Break the chains!


"…I see. Truly quite troubling." Ozpin muttered as he pushed his hands together, Oobleck standing back after a rapid report as Glynda mulled over his words. "When those who wish to be students volunteer themselves to take part in our educational course, they are made fully aware of their own mortality from the very moment they are launched off the pads to begin their examination. However, seeing one of those under my banner face such a torturous fate, it feels wrong."

"It's an example of Miss Xiao-Long's weakness; her dependence on close to mid-range combat made her the most likely to be hit in combat, especially with a semblance that actually benefits from direct attack." Glynda muttered, though not with the typical strictness to her demeanour that she was so well known for; no matter how authoritative she held herself in front of her students, there was no time for such a manner when one of those same students' life was on the line. "If your hypothesis is correct and it is direct contact with that… thing that caused the poison's effects, then it was inevitable that Miss Xiao-Long would take some of it onto her body."

"Greetings. I have returned from the infirmary." Port announced, also lacking the typical bluster that was found in his words. Seating himself at the desk, the portly man quickly caught the cup that was pushed in his direction, a long drawn out sip helping him prepare for his next words. "While they have been able to take samples of the poison from our clothing, the initial belief is that producing an antidote will be difficult. With the speed at which young Miss Xiao-Long's ailments are progressing… there is potential for a situation where it cannot be prepared in time."

There was silence in the room at first – what was one meant to say in a situation like this? Considering the lack of poisonous Grimm that could be found, it was rare for a student to be faced with issues of poison at the school and while there was the potential for a larger range of antidotes to be found in the main hospitals of the kingdoms, the likelihood of them being able to find an answer either was remarkably low. At that point, all that was left to do was hope.

"So we do not know the whereabouts of Link either? If there was anyone who would be able to assist with an issue of another world, it would be someone from that world." Glynda questioned, both Port and Oobleck temporarily diverting their sight. It was enough to clue the blonde woman in that there was clearly something more to the report, but she had to hear it out loud. "You went to go and retrieve Zelda from the grasp of that monster. Were you or were you not successful?"

"…Zelda was still within the grip of the monster when it escaped and Link has been attempting to give chase. However, if she has come into contact with the poison as well, then it is highly likely…" Oobleck couldn't even finish that part of his sentence before he refused to continue. The silence returned in an even more stifling manner as anyone tried to find anything to say; Ozpin looked to his scroll, Glynda moved her eyes downward and the other two maintained their silence.

At least until they heard the roar of an engine approaching the school's port.

The large windows of Ozpin's office meant it was easy to tell that the bullhead was pushing its speed to the limits, approaching as fast as possible as blue tunic wearing warrior stood on top bracing for dear life. It wasn't the most conventional sight, far from it – the winds alone would surely blow away anyone foolish enough to ever attempt such a strange trick, but the sheer determination in the man's stance showed that there would be nothing that would move him. With as much speed as he could muster, Ozpin was moving towards his elevator, a shocked Glynda quickly composing herself and following.

Link himself wasn't able to think of anything beyond the immediate plans that were formulating in his head; first, he would have to deal with Yang and any others who may have come into contact with the poison and then he would go back into the kingdom. Surely there would be some trial to follow if the Blight's entire body had been covered with poison surely? He had just been fortunate enough to have found something that would be able to take him to Beacon, otherwise he would've have still been searching aimlessly in order to find his way back to where he came, a downfall of his lack of map upon the Sheikah Slate.

After scaling the side of a particularly tall building, it had been simple enough to call upon the gust of a Rito and soar high into the sky, flying to the spot where a lone bullhead rested – the last bullhead that was available to fly for the day. Of course, seeing a man come at you while holding on to a paraglider was certainly a sight not many expected to see in their lifetime, but the pilot had been helpful enough; as soon as he was told the (rather vague and altered the story that held no lies while telling very few truths) tale, it had been easy to earn a ride back to Beacon at the fast speed one was allowed to go in the airspace.

What wasn't perhaps quite so easily understood had been Link's desire to stand atop the vehicle as if it were some sort of normal platform and the pilot had been quick to explain just how badly it would end up. It had taken quite a bit of conversation before the pilot had been willing to allow such a deadly act to occur while he was at the controls, but there had simply been no changing Link's mind, an act that the pilot would soon come to question even more when he got relatively close to Beacon's port.

A sudden tremble forcing the bullhead to lower slightly had the pilot looking to his controls in confusion, only to see Link literally leaping forward with a tremendous amount of wind pushing him forward, only the clothe clover d frame keeping him in the air. It did mean however that much of the land in front of Beacon could be missed, link doing something that would've probably gotten him scolded at any other time.

He slipped right through one of the infirmary windows.

There had only been a brief moment to see Ozpin's confusion and Glynda's outright shock at such a move before he was forced to tuck into a roll, one of the nearby workers on standby letting out a small cry as Link rolled to a stop. There wasn't any time to give any sort of explanation however, blue eyes scanning the room until they fell on an alarmed Weiss, who calmed down as soon as she properly recognised just who the blue cannonball that fell through the window was.

"Link?" Weiss attempted to speak up, only for the boy to silently pull out his Sheikah slate. No stranger to the odd abilities the device held, the heiress quickly stood aside as Link approached, unaware of the orange screen that temporarily appeared before his eyes, a small sound of disgust coming forth as his gaze landed upon the bedridden girl. "Yang, she… we had just come back from the fight and as soon as we made it towards Beacon, she suddenly had a coughing fit. It's only gotten worse and worse by the second, I've never seen a poison that worked this fast befo-!"

He knew. That was why he came with a cure.

At Link's reassurance, Weiss only momentarily calmed down, the small trembles and cautionary glances betraying her composure as she stepped aside to let Link properly check Yang's body. Even one glance with the power of his newest rune was enough to tell that she wasn't in good condition. Compared to how the fidgeting Weiss looked perfectly normal, Yang's body had several spider thin lines flowing through it, her form deathly still as a horrid purple colouration came over parts of her skin. When he first came across the poison, he had not expected it to act so rapidly... but it made sense.

After all, what was the malice if not poison? Formed from water sullied by the dark powers that the Calamity had unleashed upon the realm of Hyrule, even the smallest seconds of contact with the substance had been enough to make Link's head become distorted. The few times where he had prolonged exposure had been some of the worst situations Link had ever been unfortunate enough to experience, both mentally and physically. Surely, a creature who specialised in the act of poisoning would be able to take such a foul substance and malice and make it even more harming. With the way that it had been transferred onto Yang, it had entered her internal systems through the skin; it was not something that could easily purged unless one just so happened to have the gift of a goddess on their side.

One activation of the power was enough to take away the glow that came from Yang's body, the Hylian switching off its power to see the blonde boxer's body gain the smallest amount of life to it. Her breathing became more regular and balanced and her skin lost a sliver of its purple colouration, but her eyes refused to open and not all of the effects would be so easily removed. While a poison could be purged, her body would still need to naturally recover from the physical damage caused by the poison. Still, she was safe – much more than could be said for someone else.

"You managed to… you managed to get rid of it." Weiss breathed in relief, unable to properly formulate any other words. There was no need to, for she instead chose the much more appropriate form of gratitude. While Link wasn't exactly adverse to hugs, he certainly hadn't expected Weiss to suddenly grab him in one, awkwardly patting her back – if there was anyone in team RWBY that was going to give him a hug, he didn't think it would Weiss first. "I thought she was going to die. We went against school rules and we ended up with one of us nearly dead by poisoning; we never should've gon-!"

No, it was his own fault. He had let them go when he shouldn't have and despite knowing that there was little they would be able to do, he hadn't told them to flee and allowed them to attack and untouchable enemy. If there was anyone who was going to take the blame, it was him.

Link held up his hand before Weiss could interrupt. After all, there was business that was more important as several people barrelling into the infirmary without caution. Seeing Link there had them breathing a sigh of relief, Ruby attaching herself with inhumane strength to Link's side when the knight spoke of how he had helped her sister. Unlike with Weiss' hug, it was far easier for Link to take Ruby's hug, gently rubbing her hair. After all, Ruby was younger than any other who had ever attended Beacon Academy and was still relatively innocent to the horrors of the world; the optimistic and idealistic view that the girl held didn't mesh well with a violent world and the threat of losing her sister was a harsh statement.

"While it is good to see you in relative good health Link, I fear what the lack of Zelda's presence means." Ozpin remarked as he followed through the door at a more casual pace. "From what I've heard, this enemy is nothing like what we faced with the assistance of Ironwood – naturally, whatever assistance you were providing Goodwitch will be put on hold while you go to search for your princess."

This wasn't like when the Blight had first attacked; now, Link knew exactly how the beast tended to attack, had a way to at least trace the pathway that the Blight had taken and a way to neutralise the poison that covered the Blight's body. With the Master Sword in hand the blessings of the Goddesses behind him, there was no way that Link would fail this time.

"If that is what you believe. There is no time to be wasted. Please, leave." and Link did, though perhaps not the way that was expected. With Link's body floating away with the assistance of the paraglider, the headmaster turned his attention to the three girls that were trying their best to follow, a stern look having them freeze before they could even touch the windowsill. "And where do you girls think you're going? You've already proven that this is too much for you to handle; trying to jump in after a defeat that has one of your team incapacitated will only result in more pain."

"Wait, you expect Link to handle that thing on his own!? You can't be serious!" Ruby protested, immediately reaching for the handle of Crescent Rose as she looked out of the window. "All of us together wasn't able to beat it, but you expect Link to be able to do it without any help?"

"I would not underestimate his might. Combined with his desire to rescue the princess, I hold no fear." Ozpin calmly retorted, tapping his cane against the ground as he turned around. "After all, he has faced one of these horrific beasts before and from how he was able to so easily deal with the poison that plagued Miss Xiao-Long's body, I do not doubt he will be able to handle the creature with similar skill. However, if there is one thing that will cause his abilities to falter, it will be having to deal with others who are in danger and of no help. A true huntsman never gives up – but that doesn't mean they aren't aware of when it's wiser to allow others to take other. That is why, Miss Schnee, your and Miss Xiao-Long's duties in regards to the dance have been passed over to another team. Use this time to properly rest and recover."

It was clear that Blake wanted to argue more, but in the face of the headmaster's words, there was nothing the faunus would be able to do. After all, the last time she disregarded the rules and roped everyone else into her concerns, it had resulted in…this. Therefore, it was with a drooping bow that Blake stepped out of the door, Weiss having to grab Ruby by the arm in order to get her to leave. At this point, all they could do was wait and hope.


…The traces were small, smaller than Link would've liked. The amount of focus it required to find the path drawn by the traces of poison meant that it was useless using the Master Cycle Zero unless he wanted to jump on and off every other second. Still, it was something to work with and that was all Link needed at this point.

The feeling was strange, having a rune's scanning field active for so long. Most of the time, Link already knew what he wanted to use magnesis or stasis or cryonis and so, the odd colouration and glowing would quickly fade as the rune took effect. With the antidote rune, a constant forest green field was flashing before his eyes, disappearing for a moment as he removed the poison from existence and returning soon after. So long as Link followed the path, there was no need to risk leaving the poison after all.

The knight wasn't even sure where he was at this point, a feeling that wasn't foreign at all. After letting Epona lead him along the paths of a ruined Hyrule, there were many times where he had to awkwardly drift about in order to get a better bearing on where he was. The sounds of people were growing distant and if there was anyone other than the most shady who hung out in such a dark and depressing place, Link would've been surprised. A location like that was the perfect area for a Blight to survive and thrive.

It took a couple of hours of relentless searching until Link became wary, watching as the amount of poison steadily began to grow on the surroundings; that meant the Blight was being less cautious about its surroundings, therefore it found a place where it felt comfortable. There was no sources of lighting beyond Link's own, the green glow of the poison beneath the rune's power guiding his way around the trash and broken items skewed around the area. As for the occasional body that Link's foot connected with… well, the fact that they didn't respond to his accidental kicks spoke enough - all the Hylian could do was remove the poison from their bodies and place them in a more respectable position.

One body that he was happy to find though was a blonde haired girl, resting upon the ground as if she were sleeping. Rushing over to Zelda, the Hylian breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt a weak pulse through her neck, quickly gazing at the copious amounts of poison in her system with a moment of amazement. Watching as the poison tried to take over his princess' body, only for a strange power to hold it off valiantly… even unconscious, Zelda had never given up hope and kept fighting until the very end and it was.

As soon as Link moved to remove the poison however, the battle between light and dark within her suddenly grew to chaotic levels, a cry of pain escaping his princess as she suddenly was drawn into the air. Like a demented puppet, her hands were pulled out by clouds of venom, forming into a twisted beast that roared at the sight of the Master Sword. The knight tutted as the Blight tossed Zelda behind itself; the weak girl had served her purpose as bait and now, the hero could be destroyed.

The first thing that the Blight did was launch itself forward, a swirling cloud of darkness moving towards Link that the knight only just managed to dodge. Like a rampaging bull, the pure darkness rushed about, its angry snarls filling the air. It was clear what he had to do, but without his opponent staying still for a single moment, Link couldn't put the effect into place. If it weren't for the assistance of the Hylian shield and a Goron's protection, then he might've fallen victim to the poison, only a fraction of a millimetre preventing contact. As it was however, that was more than enough for Link's instincts to kick in, the world seeming to slow down around him for a brief moment. It gave him ample time to properly aim the Sheikah slate in the direction of the monstrous being, an orange glow appearing in his vision before it found its target.

A roar of pain escaped the Blight as it suddenly found a portion of itself completely vanished, it's confusion causing it to slam face first into the side of one of the nearby buildings. Link couldn't help it - a small snicker escaped the Hylian as he rushed over, brandishing the Master Sword as the sacred metal met tainted malice. Considering the pain it was forcing upon the princess, Link felt no regret when it came to punishing the Blight, holding back the blade until a neon glow took over it. The Blight, struggling to rise to its full height, soon found one last slash cutting at its body, charged with the kind of lightning that could be called upon by a Gerudo. Link had to cover his ears as the pained shriek cut through the air; such was the curse of having so sensitive ears.

It appeared that the assault had only enraged it, a dark mist coming off the Blight. That mist swirled at its side until it suddenly solidified, a perfect pair of clones soon standing by the Blight's side. With another monstrous roar, they all began to rotate, the mist that formed them covering their bodies once more as Link had to dodge three poisonous missiles. Turns out, when you were in such a cramped space, having to avoid three ginormous clouds of poison was rather difficult, the gale of a Rito lifting Link high into the air to avoid one such Blight that barrelled through his last position. Only issue was, it left him completely exposed in the air, gravity's pull too slow to help him avoid the second cloud of poison that punched Link directly into a brick wall. That hit alone was enough to make Link feel as if he was moment's away from death, the Sheikah Slate doing its job of removing the poison while an admittedly copious amount of food entered his mouth. Not what someone would normally consider a typical method of healing, but it seemed to work for Link.

Immediately forced to roll away before all of his prior healing was completely undone, Link felt his brain move into overdrive. What was he going to do to deal with three Blights? No matter how difficult the Blights he had already faced had been, it had always consisted of a single duel; even Calamity Ganon himself had decided to face him alone, face on. If there was no way to either weaken the clones or get rid of them completely, then Link was never going to be able to properly line up a shot. Fortunately for the knight, a small flash of desperation filled his eyes and his eyes widened when his hand started to move of its own volition. The poison rune activated, one of the poisonous clouds heading towards him suddenly disappearing with a hiss.

What the…?

…That's it!

The Blight clones were made from the poison that surrounded the original's body! That was why it was so easy for them to pass through one another and reform – they were made from the same substance, the very same substance that Link could vanish with a single activation of his rune. All he had to do was try and activate it again and the other clone would disappear. That was how the other Blight, completely unaware of the realisation that Link had come to, found itself disappearing much like its counterpart, leaving only the original. Suddenly, the advantage it held seemed to melt away as fast as its clones did, the poisonous protection it had formed evaporating away once more and leaving it open to Link's assault from the Master Sword. A vicious smirk appeared on link's face as he once more called upon a Gerudo's lightning to strike the darkness; now that he knew all of the tricks the Blight had up its sleeves, there was nothing it could do. In the battle upon the roads, it had demonstrated no other abilities and save for the potential to fire a laser from its eye like its counterparts, which Link could already handle, there was little indicator that it was hiding anything.

The amount of damage the Blight had taken was nearly too much for it to handle, the Malice-made monster reeling back with a screech as it scratched at its body. Its thrashings caused its attention to turn onto the downed princess it had been preventing the hero from rescuing, Link watching in confusion as its movements suddenly stopped and gained a purpose that wasn't normally found in Blights. That confusion in Link turned to shock as the Blight suddenly reached out, grabbing his beloved princess, the giant claws showing no care as what was undoubtedly blood began to seep from where the claws dug. That wasn't what upset Link so much.

It was the laser that fired without warning, carving a hole through the Princess as her body fell into the Hylian's hands.

Trembling hands caught the Princess as Link tried to understand what was happening. There was no way Zelda could've been killed, that was why he had come this far. He was the one who protected the Princess, he was the one who prevented such a terrible fate from ever coming about. No, there was no way the Princess could possibly be dead. Then he felt the blood that stained his fingers, and the lack of pulse that passed through her neck, and the way she did not respond no matter how much Link shook her. She had been killed, under his supervision.

A roar filled the air, one even more inhumane and wretched than anything the Blight's could hope to ever produce. With the light that fought it so earnestly defeated, there would be nothing that could stop the Blight and the one who spawned it – the darkness had triumphed over its hero. At least, nutil it took note of what the anguished hero was doing. Its plan had been to murder the light, extinguishing the holy power and demoralising its hero until it could no longer fight back. What the hero did was not that.

Instead, that anger turned to a burning flame that flowed through link's veins, a righteous fury that blossomed into pure power. Literal fire of multiple colours burst through Link's body, his eyes taking on a golden hue as they tried to burn a hole through the Blight's body. The power felt familiar, extremely familiar – it was the same power that he had been able to call upon before, against a Nevermore and Deathstalker. Whereas that had been a gift through the amiibo rune, this was a power he had been able to conjure all by himself, not to the same extent, yet brought to a similar level through sheer anger. Link knew exactly what to do as he leapt up, the mystical energies propelling him far further than it normally ever would without a Rito's gale. With an ancient bow pulled back, blue energy forming an arrowhead charged with the same power that surrounded Link, the knight released the arrow directly into the Blight, a larger explosion than normally possible rocking the air until there wasn't a single trace of the foul creature left.

Link didn't care for the tainted heart that flew off into the distance, instead leaning down to embrace the fallen body of his beloved Princess. He had failed her, when his only job was to ensure her safety… would her father look down from his position in another world with distain? The thought lingered within Link's mind as he let his tears fall, unaware of the different light that suddenly began to appear beside him.

This was unlike any other light, for it didn't grant any effects or strange powers to link at that moment. Instead, it began to swirl just as the dark poison had, steadily coming together until it took on the form of a beautiful aquatic young woman, she too taking to her knees as Link grieved their princess. With wine red hands gently resting upon the body and not a single word, the Zora slowly pushed her power forth, a power she had once only reserved for Link's usage, a power that could only be matched by the rare fairies themselves. It took a moment to kick in at first, the majority of the soothing energy being diverted to repairing the hole that was present within the princess' chest, but soon, Link finally awoke to his senses, feeling the gentle beating of Zelda's heart. He would be confused for a second, only to hear the gentle words that always played in his mind.

"It is my pleasure. If anyone ever tries to do you harm… then I will heal you."


Ah, so it had finally arrived. The Blight that had held this particular heart container had been one of the less predictable of his creations, witnessing the evidence of its demise was somewhat cathartic. What he had been able to glimpse through its eyes had certainly been more entertaining than the never ending tunnels that his first Blight had formed; to think, one had finally managed to develop the sense to murder the Princess while she was vulnerable! It was just a shame that the Blight couldn't have gone through with it before it met its demise at the hero's hand.

He was no fool. Even though his vision may have been cut short when the Blight was destroyed, it was clear that there would be some sort of goddess forsaken miracle that would revive their child of light. Even in this world, the meddling goddesses had nothing better to do with their lives than mess up his plans. What he did manage to see was the strange power that had engulfed the hero, the sight causing his blood to boil. Yet another power granted to the light for no reason over than to spit in his face, it was ridiculous! From his time in Hyrule Castle, he had seen full well what the technologies of the Sheikah had been capable of in the hero's hand, and it most certainly did not boast that much power. The aura felt familiar, something that even he had once held in his grasp… yet he couldn't place a name upon it. So many lives spanning so many millennia, it was hard to keep track of just everything that had happened within them.

What was clear however was that he would need to step up his game. A quick clenching of his fist crushed the tainted heart container that had been sitting there, the most beautiful sensation passing through his body as he swallowed the contents. It wouldn't even take seconds before its effects began to occur, the power to stand tall finally returning to him. Now, he could finally put the next part of his plan into action, one that would finally be able to consolidate his presence within the new world. There had been whispers through the darkness he had imbued his Blights with, the creatures of Grimm connected strongly to that which gave birth to them, even if they were not aware. It was how he had been able to observe the one who commanded them, learn of her machinations and the intense hatred that she held for the humanity she plotted against. Yes, she would make a fine asset to assist him, but not quite yet.

What a strange figure she posed. A being who lived within a world completely alien to her own, letting the creatures born of a god of darkness attack and murder those who she once considered her kin. Who found her beloved dead and begged with all her might to have the higher beings revive them, only to be denied and punished for her transgressions, manipulating kings and queens against the gods after her attempts to pit them against each other failed. He could appreciate her manipulative cunning, if not the reasons for how she gained her power. Even when he consumed as much power as possible in order to defeat the hero, to the extent where it appeared he would no longer be able to regenerate, he had never once attempted to sacrifice his life for such measly motivation. If it weren't for how it had gifted her such interesting powers, then he might've simply already removed her from the world; such a flimsy mind set would never be able to achieve what she desired.

But before he could do that, he would have to recover more strength. After all, if this was all he needed to return to his full power, there would be no need for the other two Blights resting beside him, absorbing the malice he gave off and funnelling the material which made up the Grimm. No, they would need just a little bit more time in order to reach their potential and the hero could continue playing the hapless pawn in his plan. And speaking of the hero…

"…YOU HAVE RETURNED…" he didn't show it, but there was a small amount of satisfaction that came with those words. No longer was his voice as beastly as it had been before, but just as intimidating and full of power. No, his words held more power than ever before, power that was enough to make the dark form of the hero fall to his knee immediately. "…WHAT NEWS DO YOU BRING…?"

"My Lord, the Princess has survived, revived by the same power that has kept the hero alive." A dark silhouette declared, the hero's own voice coming through darkness-born lips with only a slight distortion as he raised golden eyes behind a mask split in half between bone and metal to meet his master's. "However, they are weak. They do not know how to control the light yet and that power the hero used confused him as much as ourselves my Lord. If you strike now, then even your incomplete form will be able to deal them a crushing blow."

"…NO…" his master declared with a shake of his head. "…I MUST CONSOLIDATE MY STRENGTH… THAT WOMAN THREATENS MY CHANCES UPON THIS WORLD… SHE MUST FALL BEFORE I CAN TAKE OVER… THEN THE LIGHT SHALL MEET THEIR PAINFUL DEATHS…"

The dark man remained quiet as his master's laughter filled the air, a harsh noise regardless of how much his machinations had restored his body. He was in no position to question the decisions made by his master, for the dark man knew the reasons for his creation very well; he was to hunt down the one who shared his image with a reckless abandon, stalking through the shadows to gain as much information upon his counterpart so that when it was time for his master to announce his presence, he would be right there beside him ready to cut down any who would block their path. If his master wished to test the hero by releasing his Blights first, then it was simply more time for the silhouette to keep learning and gaining experience.

It had been a strange experience, being reborn into the body that he currently inhabited, a perfect copy of another save for the improvements over the fleshy Hylian biology that made them the weakest of the races that could be found in Hyrule. Being extremely young compared to the ancient ancestors who marched tirelessly around the borders looking for weaknesses, the dark man had held little feeling in his body. Suddenly gaining purpose and emotion beyond his instincts was a feeling that couldn't be described and it had brought forth a sense of fear, as much as he knew of it, but it had allowed him to reach an existence beyond the undoubtedly short life he would've lived otherwise.

The more he watched the hero interact and battle, the more he started to understand the aspects of his being that caused his master to experience such anger, anger that was justified. After all, in the eternal battle between light and darkness, it was as if the universe couldn't comprehend a universe where darkness reigned supreme, even once. What was the point of claiming you were holding the balance when every time the two great powers clashed, so many miracles would fall into the hands of the light? He would ensure that the balance was truly held and his master would be able to demonstrate just how helpless the Hylians were when they didn't hold such a blatant advantage."

"…I HAVE A MISSION FOR YOU… DARK LINK…" It was a name that caused his master to snarl, but it made the most sense considering that he bore the image of his master's most hated enemy – who better to defeat the hero than himself?

"…As you desire, my Lord."


And we'll leave it there for now. Next chapter, a relaxing dance approaches - what's the worst that could happen? Dark link has entered the battlefield and I have a good idea of what I want him to do. Please look forward to the next chapter, because there's definitely going to be an interesting fight you won't want to miss.

Super hero time! See you next time!