Netherrealm ran up the stairs of the Lastation Basilicom. He burst through doors and is now on a balcony. Seiryū was in front of him, watching YingLong. "Netherrealm," Seiryū said with a somber sigh.

"I understand, I see what our fathers saw in you. I should've noticed it sooner. You were just an angry punk. And yet now, you've almost become a 'Dragon'," Seiryū said, and Netherrealm scoffed. "Spare me the poetry Seiryū. You need to stop this, what you're doing. It's only dragging innocent people into a conflict thet want no part in" Netherrealm said to his brother.

YingLong continued its battle against the the two CPUs, Purple Heart and Black Heart. "They can't beat YingLong. I've put in too much work and sacrificed so much for this," Seiryū said and Netherrealm clenched his fists.

"Right now, my priority, is you," Seiryū put his hands in his pockets. The cool wind blew through the brothers. YingLong stopped fighting after leveling a good portion of Lastation. It's talking to the CPUs.

"The heir to our father's ethos, torn down by my hands. I seek one thing. The triumph of surpassing you," Seiryū said and Netherrealm raised an eyebrow. "What? Did I hear you right?" Netherrealm asked. "People have needs. Once they've attained money and power. The last thing they seek is glory. Call it, a legacy," Seiryū replied. Netherrealm's face scrunched up in disgust.

"You tore apart Lastation, worked with White Heart, killed people, all for something as petty as that?! Seiryū what the fuck is wrong with you?! Stop this! Please!" Netherrealm begged and Seiryū clicked his tongue at his brother's pleading "For such a 'petty' thing. Some would give their lives for it. The other three CPUs ganged up on Purple Heart for it," Seiryū replied. Netherrealm was suprised by that revelation. He'll talk with Noire about that later.

"Anyone who takes the high road in a world that answers diligence with indifference is a fool. So, I will create a new world. One where power is everything. A place where I could author my own fate."

"I spent my life for the people of my nation. Whatever they wanted, I got it for them. Yet, being a leader means your a trend. Bound to be replaced once the masses get bored of you. And you can't do a damn thing about it. Being selfless doesn't delay your expiration date. That's the way of the world. In order to make a difference, you have to fight for yourself There is one thing that can bring the people, and the world at one's heel. A title that commands respect," Seiryū explained.

"Being a leader, a 'Dragon', is more than a title!" Netherrealm exclaimed and Seiryū wasn't fazed. "It's more than being a legend! We reach the top to help the people below us! We guide and defend the weak! That is what's being a 'Dragon' is all about! Get your head out of your ass and give up!" Netherrealm argued.

"I fucking know that! A 'Dragon' is a being in a league of its own! Only threatened by others of the same calibur! I don't have the means to stand apart, myself! But if I can't reach the top without someone else's title! Then i'll mint it myself!" Seiryū yelled, getting frustrated at Netherrealm's stubborness.

"You think you've got the whole thing worked out, huh? Any title someone draws up for themself isn't worth wearing. Titles and glory come after you do your job. They come because you earned the right to have those titles. Not because you made it up yourself!" Netherrealm yelled back.

"Say what you will. Diligence is my version of effort," Seiryū replied and Netherrealm growled. "Creating weapons of mass destruction to attack people is your 'diligence'? Sacrificing people who want what's best for this nation?! Trying to kill my friends?! If you want to draft a title so badly! Write in your own blood, not others!" Netherrealm yelled at Seiryū. He entered his Shadow Style, and a black, smoky aura leaked off Netherrealm.

"And you? Didn't you join the Black Dragons because you were envious of our fathers? That you wanted to be a dragon yourself? So you became a criminal that bullied and extorted others?" Seiryū asked and Netherrealm froze up in shame. "We write in the blood of those who stand in our way. That's the way of a 'Dragon', and I aim to pen my title in yours," Seiryū turned around after saying that to look his older brother in the eyes.

YingLong collapsed after accepting the virus and giving Lastation back to Noire. Seiryū grabbed his suit by the shoulder. Then threw it off him, shirt and all in one motion.

Seiryū turned back around to show off his own tattoo, it's a golden dragon. "You're not the only one with a dragon on their back, Big Bro. I'll kill you, surpass our fathers, and become 'The Gold Dragon of Gamindustri'," Seiryū declared calmly and coolly. Like it was an inevitability.

"You can keep the cute nickname. I don't care about some nickname like 'The Silver Dragon of Planeptune' anymore, but there can only be one 'Dragon'," Netherrealm replied and Seiryū smirked. "Yeah, I couldn't agree more," Seiryū replied. "I'll give you your fight, i'll end your war! Then, I'll make sure the title of 'Gold Dragon of Gamindustri' ends before it can even take a breath!" Netherrealm proclaimed with his usual passion.

Netherrealm's curiass, shirt and mask all dissapeared in shadowy particles. His silver dragon tattoo standing firm. While the false god was before him. To them, everything else was meaningless but the opponent.

The brothers stared eachother down. Before running at eachother. "NETHERREEAAALLM!!!" Seiryū yelled and Netherrealm roared in response as they charged. Seiryū and Netherrealm butted heads and their shoulders clashed against one another. Their legs shifting against the ground.

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They pushed off eachother and got into their stances. Seiryū brought out a staff from his inventory and Netherrealm dissapeared into the shadows. Netherrealm and his shadow clone flanked Seiryū. Who spun his staff and gave the clone an overhead smack. Then he twirled it again to hit Netherrealm using the spin.

Netherrealm ducked under it and punched Seiryū in the ribcage. Then Seiryū created a tornado underneath Netherrealm. Sending him into the air. Netherrealm threw a roped kunai pass Seiryū and pulled himself towards his younger brother.

Seiryū blocked the dropkick and Netherrealm kicked off the staff. Flipping and sinking into the shadows once more. Netherrealm dropped out from a dark portal above Seiryū. Who used the air to dash away from the stomp. Seiryū threw the staff like a spear at Netherrealm. Who palm struck the staff, causing it to spin straight into the air.

Netherrealm blocked a kick from Seiryū. Seiryū caught his staff and thrusted it into Netherrealm's stomach. Netherrealm grabbed onto the staff and tried to wrench it away. Netherrealm pulled Seiryū in and kneed him in the stomach. Then Netherrealm elbowed his brother's head. Before Seiryū fell to the floor, Netherrealm kneed his face. Sending him into the air for a second before landing on his back.

Seiryū kicked up with a bruised face and bloody nose. Netherrealm looked at the staff and broke it over his knee. Netherrealm threw the broken pieces at Seiryū. Who smacked them away. Seiryū thrusted his palm at Netherrealm. A burst of air sent him flying back. Before Seiryū pulled him back using the air.

Then Seiryū slammed him back on the balcony once, then up again and slammed Netherrealm back down. Netherrealm sunk into the shadows. He came out from behind Seiryū to shoulder bash his back. Then Seiryū turned around as his back hit the balcony railing.

Netherrealm gave his little brother a right hook. Before Seiryū grabbed Netherrealm's shoulders to try and push him off. Netherrealm grabbed Seiryū's waist and Seiryū's pulled up on Netherrealm's belt. The brothers tumbled off the balcony.

Seiryū used the air to push him to a hotel's rooftop. Netherrealm landed from a dark portal in front of Seiryū. "Heh, not bad," Seiryū huffed. He brought out his katana from his inventory. "Die Netherrealm!" Seiryū yelled and ran at Netherrealm. He slashed downward and Netherrealm rolled out the way.

Netherrealm switched to his Demonic Inferno Style and brought out his wakazashi. Each slash was accompanied by a trail of hellfire and bloody wind. Metal reverberated as sparks flew from each clash. The heated air created cracks of thunder with each clash.

Netherrealm backstepped from a slash. Seiryū flipped his katana in a reverse grip. He swiped at Netherrealm in front of him a few times. Then Seiryū flipped his katana back to a regular grip. They locked blades once more. The cool wind and heated flame created a thunder clap which caused them to lose their weapons.

Netherrealm punched Seiryū to the wall and Seiryū rolled to his feet to avoid a flaming kick. Seiryū blocked a backhanded punch with his elbow. Then he grabbed Netherrealm's arm and slammed his head into the wall. Netherrealm threw Seiryū away as he fell down.

Seiryū got up and blocked a flaming knee strike from Netherrealm. "You piece of shit!" Netherrealm yelled at his younger brother. Then Seiryū grabbed Netherrealm's head and slammed it against a table. "I'm not ever gonna lose" Seiryū yelled back. Netherrealm roared tackled Seiryū against the railing of the hotel rooftop.

They wrestled for a second before tumbling off the hotel rooftop. Before landing on the deactivated back of YingLong. Netherrealm tried to stand up, but Seiryū grabbed his thigh. "Netherrealm!" he yelled. Causing Netherrealm to lose balance and fall once more.

The brothers got up to end this. Seiryū unleashed a wave of wind and floated in the air for a second like a deity. "I AM THE ONE TRUE DRAGON!!" Seiryū declared. Netherrealm switched to his newly acquired Lightning God Style. He disappeared in a streak of black lightning.

Netherrealm tacked Seiryū out of the air. He quickly punched him for a few seconds, until Seiryū rolled over and now was on top of Netherrealm. His fist flew into Netherrealm's face. Netherrealm blocked a hit and pushed Seiryū off him using his legs.

"AHHHH!!!" Netherrealm yelled and flew at Seiryū with his fists in front of him. He threw him in the air called down a lightning strike. Seiryū created an air shield to disperse the lightning. The air shield exploded in a thunderclap. Seiryū landed and caught Netherrealm's crackling fist.

Seiryū kneed Netherrealm in the torso, before uppercutting his torso twice. Then Seiryū grabbed Netherrealm by the ankles and slammed him down onto the metal back of YingLong. Netherrealm kicked up and weaved around air infused punches. He charged foward and slammed Seiryū against the back of YingLong's head.

Then Netherrealm began to punch his brother's face over and over. His knuckles turning purple and blood splattering his hand. Seiryū raised his arm up to hit Netherrealm. Yet Netherrealm caught it with his wrist. Then slammed Seiryū's hand back on the wall. Netherrealm continued the brutal pummeling.

Seiryū went for a second punch, yet Netherrealm caught Seiryū's wrist. Netherrealm used Seiryū's own wrist to backhand him. Then after five more brutal punches. Netherrealm gripped Seiryū's left shoulder. His fingers digging into him to the point of bleeding. Netherrealm shocked Seiryū who convulsed in pain.

Then Netherrealm pulled him off the wall and spun around while letting go of Seiryū. Seiryū righted himself and went for a punch, his fist being surrounded by a drill like tornado. Netherrealm's fist sparking fist was already heading to Seiryū's face. "SEIRYUUUU!!" Netherrealm roared and his fist impacted Seiryū's face.

Seiryū flew backwards onto his back. Netherrealm fell to one knee, breathing heavily. Seiryū was chuckling deliriously. "So, you did it, deep down I knew I could never win," Seiryū said with a smile. Netherrealm limped to his younger brother and helped Seiryū to his feet.

"You fucking idiot! How could you do this?!" Netherrealm yelled, his voice raspy and Seiryū coughed. "Because you never came back that night. That night when the Black Dragons died. You left me all alone, I wanted to surpass you," Seiryū explained.

Netherrealm abandoned his little brother, and remembering that hurt. "I could never take away all those years of loneliness and pain. You were all alone while I wallowed and took my anger on people in Planeptune. Now, I'm here, and i'm not abandoning you again," Netherrealm said.

"White Heart, she's the enemy, the Killachines I gave her were supposed to destroy her nation. Please, right my wrongs," Seiryū begged and Netherrealm nodded. They began to limp off YingLong when the brothers heard footsteps.

"Looks like the shows over, damn it. It was just getting good," White Heart growled. Her monocle glinted and cape billowed in the wind. "You!" Netherrealm yelled at White Heart. She summoned a battle axe, which caused Netherrealm to recoil. That axe killed his friends. White Heart threw the axe at Netherrealm. It lodged itself in with a sickening crack. Yet Netherrealm was on the floor, fine. Because Seiryū pushed Netherrealm out of the way.

White Heart's axe was in Seiryū's chest. He stared at White Heart with an arrogant smile. "You fucking traitorous bastard!" White Heart yelled, shadows covered her eyes. Her right eye, the one with the monocle burned red. She callously ripped the battle axe out of Seiryū. Blood splattered onto the silver chassis of YingLong.

Netherrealm roared in despair and ran to Seiryū. He picked his little brother up bridal style. Seiryū held his torso, trying to stop the bleeding. "I KILL YOU!!" Netherrealm spat at White Heart. Who laughed at Netherrealm's anger. She took to the skies, leaving Lastation in a pale blue streak of light.

Netherrealm jumped off YingLong's head and onto the streets. Reporters all surrounded Netherrealm and cameras flashed in his face. "MOVE!! MOVE!!" Netherrealm yelled, pushing past the reporters. He ran down the street, clutching his baby brother.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" Netherrealm begged as he ran down the street. The cries of a desperate older brother echoed through Lastation's evening. The sun setting on this day and the colossal event that took hold.

A week later, Netherrealm sat at a pew in a church. As Seiryū's open casket was being held. Netherrealm wore a wrinkled suit without a tie and the dress shirt unbuttoned. He has red circles under his violet eyes. Compa sat next to him, holding his hand tightly.

Many people gathered to Seiryū's funeral. Despite his declarations to the world. Lastation thought of him a hero who tried to save their nation. In a way, that's true but Netherrealm had insisted that Seiryū be remembered this way. Even if it isn't the full truth.

Outside of the church, Black Heart and Kei were talking. "We'll begin the dismantling of YingLong today. The materials used for YingLong and the Killachines will be repurposed into rebuilding Lastation," Kei explained and Black Heart nodded.

"Now that Avenir has been disbanded and it's resources absorbed for your use. What's next?" Kei asked and Black Heart looked at IF and Neptune. "I'll be leaving for the other two nations. Purple Heart and I are going to establish peace," Black Heart explained.

"Very well, I'll look after Lastation for you. We've also sent support for the families of those who lost their lives during the YingLong Incident," Kei said and Black Heart nodded again. She looked at the church in disgust. "Tch, Marvy was killed because of Seiryū, and he gets remembered as a hero? Unbelievable," Black Heart scoffed.

"Got a problem with that?" A shaky voice asked Black Heart. Who turned to see Netherrealm glaring at her. "Yes, your brother caused destruction and bloodshed. Yet you bury him with honor?" Black Heart asked. Netherrealm clenched his fists and Compa put a hand on his shoulder.

"Get over it, he's dead, we need to begin our preparations for Leanbox," Black Heart ordered. "Woah, Noire, I get that you're mad, but that's kinda insensitive. I thought we were going to, ya know, be nicer?" Neptune asked. "You don't get it, I was supposed to protect him. Look what happened, I failed, you don't know what's it's like to lose a family member," Netherrealm hissed.

"I hope you get to watch as the life leaves the eyes of your family. Unable to do a damn thing as they cling onto life. Dying slowly and in pain," Netherrealm snarled and Black Heart scoffed. "Netty, let's get you to the Basilicom. You need to rest," Compa said to Netherrealm softly. Taking him to the Basilicom to rest.

"Try some empathy for once, you might get some friends one day," IF said as she followed Compa and Netherrealm. "What happened to The Order?" Neptune asked. "They helped minimize casualties, but they have dissapeared on an Avenir airship," Black Heart explained.

"I have an airship being prepared for our voyage to Leanbox. Since Green Heart should be more agreeable than White Heart," Black Heart said and the two CPUs headed back to the Basilicom.

Inside the Lastation Basilicom, the Multi-Platformers all sat at a meeting table. The same one Avenir used, where Netherrealm and Seiryū had their reunion. Noire placed down two objects. Neptune had told Noire about Arfoire and how she's the big bad. Noire admitted to everyone that she and the other CPUs ganged up Neptune. Throwing her off of Celestia, which caused Neptune to lose her memories.

A golden crystal and a disc. "A Key Fragment!" Neptune exclaimed.

"A Key Fragment?" Noire asked and Neptune explained that collecting four Key Fragments would release the mysterious Histoire. That disc spawns monsters. Noire said that those objects were found inside YingLong. It appears that the two objects had granted YingLong sentience, a soul of some kind.

"Well done everyone!" Histoire said to everyone there. "Oh great, the little earworm," Netherrealm groaned. "Be nice Netty," Compa chastised him in a whisper. "So you're this Histoire? So who's this Arfoire that i've been told about?" Noire asked.

"Arfoire was Neptune's friend at one point. A powerful witch, who was Neptune's human confidant. Yet one day, she dissapeared and came back different. She trapped me and worked to take out the CPUs," Histoire explained. "Where do you fit into all of this?" Noire asked.

"I, was created by a previous CPU of Planeptune to act as the Oracle. To help advise the CPUs. Yet Neptune had become so radical that she could no longer listen to me. Especially after she killed Uranus," Histoire replied.

"Arfoire's capable of mimicking others, and I believe she was the White Heart Netherrealm encountered. If what I've observed is correct. Than that mysterious voice that manipulated the three of you to gang up on Neptune was Arfoire projecting herself," Histoire said and the Multi-Platformers were all caught up.

"Just one thing, how did you all leave Celestia? Because that's one part that has been bugging me," IF asked. Noire looked away, ashamed. "We continued to battle and all of us except White Heart were knocked off. I don't know what happened to her," Noire revealed.

This means that Lowee had won the Console Wars, and the public doesn't know about it. "The Console Wars had already ended, and we lost," Noire admitted. "Now what?" Neptune asked. "Find the other two Key Fragments and release me," Histoire implored.

"What are you still hiding?" Netherrealm asked dangerously. "Celestia has been closed, and Arfoire implanted the key to Celestia inside me. As such, most of the world's Shares are trapped in Celestia," Histoire explained. Histoire no longer had enough energy to keep talking.

"An airship is being prepped for Leanbox. So rest up, we'll need it," Noire said. "Huh? You're coming with us?" Neptune asked. "Of course I am! I'm not letting Gamindustri be a playground for Arfoire! It's clear that she masquerades as people behind the scenes. Then causes disorder to smear us," Noire said.

So the Multi-Platformers went to rest up for the next chapter of their journey.