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Within the expanse of the beyond lies nothing more than a blue void with no borders. Whosoever lies within this realm has yet to pass into the afterlife, but is no longer attached to the physical world. The souls of the deceased go here, passing into the world beyond.

Anyone clad in flesh cannot even enter here unless granted permission by its resider. The crystal doesn't take kindly to anyone outside of select people, after all.

Yet within this blue void of nothingness is someone lying down, seemingly floating in the air because there is nothing resembling ground. He lays still as a statue, not moving, not even a single twitch comes from his body. His body floats around the beyond, but not going back to the earth itself nor is it going to the afterlife. It's as if someone's putting him here on purpose. Surely even one such as him wouldn't be barred right? Especially with the prophecy fulfilled and his part done?

Suddenly, the person wakes up with a small gasp, opening his eyes, revealing a pair of sapphire orbs that glowed slightly. Looking around, he sees himself within the unidentified void of blue nothingness.

He then looks down and sees his own hands, clear of any form of injuries he accumulated while using the Ring. He was still clad in the outfit he wore when facing Ardyn, minus the jewelry and pauldron.

He could still remember the pain he felt when striking down the one the gods called the Accursed. The one who not only killed his fiance but also brought the world low in a never ending tide of darkness, as well as having him fight some of the old Kings of Yore.

"Ardyn Lucis Caelum is my real name. You'll never guess whom Izunia belongs to."

Hearing that couldn't help but make him give a bitter laugh of sorts. That sentence was backed up by the fact that he had his own version of the Royal Arms, albeit crimson in color. Bahamut even mentions how Ardyn was a kind healer at one point of his life, and the fact that he had his own version of the Royal Arms further proved that the gods indeed did play a part in Ardyn's life.

He already knew that having daemons within him wasn't something that Ardyn was born with. One could say that the gods themselves blessed him with that power, treated him like a pawn.

For all of the power the last of the Lucians had, and for all the power Ardyn acquired for two millennia of struggle, both of them were nothing more than pawns, with Noctis being effectively the clean up crew for the mistake the gods did.

Both of them were a victim of fate by the gods, set upon one another. As much as he hated Ardyn for giving him hell, he also couldn't help but feel a small amount of pity. He already suspected the power to absorb daemons wasn't a natural power born from birth. It was one given by the gods, much like how the Lucian crystal was given by the ones who started the Lucian line.

It is said that in order for to gain something, another of equal value must be lost. Ardyn gained the power to absorb demons, but he lost his humanity in the process and was subjected by the gods for him to be this way. Noctis gained the power to surpass his predecessors, but his life was already marked for death and subjected. There was a good chance Regis already knew of the fate that had fallen his beloved son, and tried to instill in him what little time he had left to give him a normal life.

Although between being the subject of assassination attempts from Niflheim to having that snake demon sent by that same country to having people who merely wanted him as an accessory to 15 minutes of fame...at least he had people who stood by him. Ardyn had no one.

While he couldn't just forgive Ardyn for giving him hell, at least now after ages of suffering, he can now rest peacefully.

The Chosen King looks at his arms, still getting used to the fact that he has something of flesh and blood again.

The Ring of the Lucii was a small, but powerful jewel. It was as if his whole hand was being burned from the inside out just from using it to bring him down. Every second felt like an eternity and his body screamed at him to stop using the ring, but a job needed to be finished and only he could do that job.

He knew that by using the ring to its fullest extent, it would've killed him. By banishing the Accursed would the world be safe from further harm. Yet it cost his life.

At first, he would've been scared shitless of the prospect. Fear ran through him when he realized the falling of the Crown City. Fear realized him when he was isolated from his friends, unable to do anything but trudge forward using the weapon of his father and the Ring itself.

Yet a decade of absorbing the crystal's power into him, he felt that fear wash away, replaced by a steely resolve. The idea of sacrificing his life obviously wasn't pleasing to his friends, those who have tolerated him despite being a pain in the ass from time to time.

But the crystal declared him as the King of Light. The Kings of Kings. One who bears the power of the past and wields them all in one body, chosen by the heavens to smite out the darkness.

He couldn't shirk out from his duty. Though his friends helped him get to this point, it was he who had the burden of banishing the darkness, at the cost of his own life.

Indeed, he may have been a subject of fate itself, but he faced that destiny head on, for if he didn't, the world would still be plunged in darkness.

The power of the crystal is now replete of its power, with the Lucian bloodline all but deceased now.

"Never thought I'd imagine this is what the afterlife looks like." He responds to himself dryly as he floats in the endless void. He's heard from various stories how the "other side" is either some paradise awaiting or a barren, bleak wasteland where hope has all been squashed under the weight of many deceased souls, their identity forgotten and their life erased from memory. While this one certainly didn't look depressing, quite the contrary as a matter of fact, there's literally nothing to do but just float here and do nothing.

Is this what his forebears did all those two thousand years? Just sit on their ass and wait until he rises to his duty as the Chosen King?

"Because this is not the realm of the dead, O'Chosen." A deep voice reverberates out of nowhere. Out of nowhere, he finds himself landing on something.

Or to be exact, someone.

His feet touch upon a hand clad in gauntlets, such a hand big enough to act for his feet to touch the ground.

"That voice…" Were his thoughts, recognizing it almost immediately. That voice he heard when he entered the crystal for the first time to gather its immense power unto himself and the Ring.

Looking up, he sees a giant humanoid clad in black metallic armor. He has a dragon's tail and his wings are composed of swords, 15 on each wingspan, yet large enough to rival a skyscraper in size and turn others like him into a pincushion if he so desired, with each sword having a black and gold finish with runs inscribed upon it. Two long red capes with golden markings billow behind him.

His armor overall has a draconic motif, what his gauntlets being akin to claws and his helmet looking like those powerful creatures. Within the helmet are a pair of eyes, whose color is similar to his own. Despite the giant's face being covered except for his eyes, those eyes alone already conveyed power.

"Bahamut…" Mumbles the voice of the one standing upon the giant's hand. Even after seeing all the others, Bahamut makes them all look like chumps in comparison.

He felt the powers of The Six when summoning them, or in the case of Ifrit, fighting him. The shaking of the Earth upon Titan's footsteps, the freezing cold of Shiva's ice or the crackling thunder of Ramuh's bolts. They all were powerful and are more than capable of leveling entire cities if they so wished, only not doing so because they answer to his summons alone.

Yet standing this close to the leader of the Astrals, he couldn't see so much as feel the immense power Bahamut radiates. The others control the elements, while Bahamut governs the heavens itself, and is known in the legends as the God of War.

"Why am I here?" Asks the one who stands upon the palm of Bahamut, looking up at him. Already he was tasked by the gods to give up his life for the sake of the world, and he did so already. Did the other Lucian kings also meet Bahamut when they died?

"If you wish to know the state of the world, then worry not. The one known as the Immortal Accursed has been banished from this realm, his soul extinguished by the Crystal's light. The very same light that is now in your hands."

Looking back on it now, had he ever felt this way? He expected to be tired and drowsy from using that ring. Hell, he felt himself get disintegrated upon using the Ring of the Lucii. So how is he still even alive? Better yet, why?

"The light of the Crystal prevented your body from being completely disintegrated, reinvigorating you of life and injuries you have accumulated from your fight with the one known as the Accursed." Bahamut replies in that same powerful tone, a voice that can shake the mountains itself.

"Why? The prophecy stated I had to die." Asks the one known as the Chosen King.

"I have not foreseen the Crystal's light to...act in this manner. In truth, I expected for its light to be gone as well, but it did not. It deemed you worthy of using is radiance, and healed you of your injuries." Admits Bahamut. Beyond the world of Eos, he could sense an encroaching darkness coming. Although one that has yet to reach this realm, it's going to affect not only Eos, but other worlds as well. Worlds beyond this dimension.

Perhaps that's the reason why the Crystal's light didn't extinguish along with him, for that darkness many dimensions away is subtly, but surely making its headway to not only Eos, but other worlds.

The source of that darkness? A place where there's nothing but war. A dimension where entire planets burned and great empires that once was renowned across space were now on their last legs, barely able to hold back the darkness as they spend their time fighting each other as well as that oncoming darkness itself.

Yet even with the King of Light holding the power of the Lucian crystal in his hands, that darkness would snuff out his light underneath a tide of madness and insanity. A place that utterly defies any form of logic and reason, where fickle beings of power treat anyone under their thrall as nothing more than pawns.

Time to see if the King of Kings can handle the warm ups before getting to the main act itself.

"So why am I in this place? Am I barred to join the Kings of Yore in the afterlife?" Asks the King of Kings. Bahamut says nothing for a minute and looks at the figure at the palm of his hand.

"You know have a new duty at hand. One that goes beyond Eos itself." Hearing that makes the black haired lad raise an eyebrow in confusion as he looks at Bahamut.

"As you can see, this world is not the only world that is plagued by the darkness. There are other worlds beyond this dimension that are in need of the King's light. To show them the way to Providence."

"So I'm gonna have to sacrifice myself again?" He couldn't help but think bitterly at that. Just the idea of dying constantly didn't appeal to him. Once was enough, thank you very much.

Yet other worlds? Well, he's seen worse. More specifically, getting involved in that little war with Spiritus and Materia along with meeting those from other worlds, from a certain spiky haired blonde who has a giant sword like Gladio to a knight clad in blue armor.

To think it all happened because he was sleeping in his damn car. No one even gave him a second glance or asked him questions. It was as if time itself stopped.

From the time he knew those otherworldly warriors, they all lived in worlds much different from his own. Some didn't even have phones yet and didn't even know what a car was.

"Fret not. You have no need to sacrifice yourself once more." Reassures Bahamut.

"But your comrades are unable to come with you. They have other burdens to attend to."

"Makes sense. With the empire's inevitable collapse and the scourge being gone, someone's gotta pick up the mess in Lucis." A sense of longing goes through the last of the Lucian line. People who didn't give a crap about his royal status nor were they afraid to call him out on his BS. They treated him like one of them instead of bowing to his command.

It was so easy to remember how even before he hit middle school, most just knew him as the Lucian prince, with some merely using him as an accessory to gain 15 minutes of fame. Even through the sea of people, he found diamonds in the rough. People who stood by him through thick and thin.

"So I suppose I'm nothing more than a pawn. Much like Ardyn before me." He didn't mean to sound snarky or bitter, but already being a victim of fate was cruel enough. He didn't want to have the gods dangling a proverbial thread over him when he was fated to die already.

"He begged for death, yet you all did nothing to help him. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to die." Noctis emphasizes that last word, giving the leader of the Six a glare. Despite all the hatred Ardyn had in their duel, there was also a longing. A longing to be put to rest.

In all honesty, he expected Bahamut to impale him with his skyscraper sized swords and force him to do things his way for his act of defiance in speaking to the gods. At least it would've proven his point.

Bahamut did nothing and merely stare at the King of Kings. He knew as well as the rest that Noctis was just a glorified clean up crew for the mess the first gods made.

"Hello, Noct." A soft voice greets him. Suddenly, he feels his torso getting wrapped by a pair of arms. Turning back, he sees a woman with blonde hair styled in a ponytail and blue eyes. She wears a white sleeveless dress that goes down all the way to her feet and has a zipper at the back.

"Luna." He softly replies, staring at his fiancé.

He wanted to say something. To be sorry for his inability to protect her from Ardyn. How she sacrificed the rest of her power to heal him instead of using it on herself. He hated how helpless he was when he was too weak to even move when Ardyn stabbed her and left her bleeding out.

Ardyn made it personal at that point, with his taunting words at the keep further rubbing the salt in the wound. If Ardyn could, he would've killed his friends back at the keep, but he drove him into a state of fear and paranoia until he gathered the resolve to don the Ring of the Lucii and his father's sword. Ardyn probably enjoyed seeing the state of despair he had.

No words come out of Noct's lips. He occasionally opens his mouth, then closes them, his brain rattling to say something.

"I-" A soft finger then touches his lips, with Luna smiling at him sweetly. He couldn't remember when did she even look happy. Hell, they were still kids when they met.

"If you're here to say sorry, then don't. I didn't regret my choice then." She replies to him. Eos still needed him to reclaim his throne and purge the darkness that clouded it. She couldn't let him die.

Even beyond that, she had the power to help him, and she didn't wish for him to die because of her inaction.

"I'm proud of you, Noctis." She praises, caressing the side of his face lovingly. Noctis didn't even say anything, just looking at her in surprise.

"You've suffered so much and your fate was one of sacrifice, yet you persevered. The world itself won't forget the good that you've done for them. For us."

The prophecy was set in stone, where the King of Kings would rise up and save the world at the cost of his own life. Regis knew this already, yet the thought of seeing his beloved son by the target of fate brought him no small amount of grief.

He wanted to give Noctis what little time he had left before he rose to the call of fate. To at least have a normal life unburdened by royal duties.

Someone so young to be a target by the empire. Niflheim wouldn't be afraid to kill a child if it meant getting to their goals.

Noctis was just a mere child when that damned snake demon killed everyone. He could only look up weakly as she roared in the blood she spilled before the interference of his father.

That feeling of weakness came back when Luna was stabbed. For someone to be the Chosen King, yet being powerless to save his fiancé.

"I'm glad to see you again, Luna. I...wish we had more time before all of this happened." Noctis admits.

"And I as well. Niflheim took so much from us all." Luna replies back. That statement alone was an understatement. Niflheim took over his home, killed his father and tried to claim the Lucian crystal. Aldercapt was willing to sacrifice everything for power. Power that didn't even belong to him in the first place.

"How are you here?"

"I've come here to see you off on your new task depicted by the gods." Luna says to him.

"We've all come to see him one more time, milady." A formal voice replies behind Noctis, making him turn around and see someone with swept up short dirty blond hair and green eyes.

"Ignis!" Noctis replies in surprise and elation.

"Hello Noct. I'm glad to see you once more." Indeed, despite being supposedly blinded, his advisor is clad in his current outfit, but his eyes clearly working.

Guess being inside this crystal has given his advisor sight, even if it's a temporary effect.

"Hey Ignis." Noctis replies with a small wave. Looking at his childhood friend/charge, Ignis could see how his brain is rebooting itself trying to get him to say something. He merely sighs and gives Noctis a small smile.

"I already understand how you feel, Noct." Ignis replies to him kindly, seeing his troubled expression at making words come out.

"I think we all know our king's not much for words anyway, Iggy." A gruff voice replies, the person appearing next to Ignis. Next to his advisor is a tall man over six feet in height, his hairstyle in a mullet with amber eyes and a scar on his left one.

"Yep! We all know he ain't one to talk a lot." Adds the appearance of another person. Said person has unruly blond hair that looks akin to that of a chocobo's butt (of course said person would deny that) along with blue eyes and freckles. Like Ignis, Gladio and Prompto are clad in the outfit of the Kingsglaive.

"Gladio, Prompto..." He says in a whisper to the rest of his retinue.

"We've been given a chance to talk to you again, even for this short time." Prompto says to him.

"How Lucis holding up?" Noctis asks.

"With the scourge gone, reparations have been made. Niflheim has all but fallen with its leaders out of the picture." Ignis explains.

"Yep. Lestallum's been pretty packed and swelling up. Good of everyone to be out and about again." Adds Gladio.

"A lot of the Niffs are joining Lucis now, what with the emperor's usage of daemons been exposed. The rest are tearing down any facilities making magiteks." Prompto explains.

He heard the rest of his retinue speak of how the world was changing with the scourge gone from existence, wiped out. Despite living in darkness for ten years, everyone's getting a chance to see the light again.

Noctis couldn't help but smile. Just seeing them again, having to talk to them again even if it's for a brief time. It brought him no small amount of joy.

"Never thought this is gonna be my send off party." Noctis says with a grin.

"Don't worry, Noct. We'll all be fine. We'll be sure to take care of the kingdom." Prompto says to him.

"Indeed. You need not worry about us. Everyone has heard of the good you've done for Lucis and the world at large." Says Ignis.

"You've grown quite a lot, Your Highness. Too bad I can't stand by you any longer, but you need to focus on the bigger picture now." Replies Gladio with a smirk.

They all got a point. As much as his feelings are mixed with the gods, he couldn't let that cloud his judgement.

"Though there is a chance we may never see each other again, I'm glad to see you even if it's one more time." Replies Ignis.

"Yep! We may not be there for you now, but we'll always cover your back. You've stood by us for so long, and we'll see to it that we'll support you any way we can." Prompto says with that grin of his.

Noctis didn't say anything for a moment. He merely looks at his retinue with pride. Seeing them enduring a decade of darkness and coming out stronger than ever. There's a reason why he chose them as his companions, those who saw him as one of them.

Nodding with a smile on his lips, all three of his retinue merely leave in a shower of golden light.

"Though we may not be here physically, we'll see to it that we'll always be with you. Thank you for the times we shared, Noctis." Luna smiles and gives him a small kiss on the cheek before disappearing as well.

"Your bitterness is understandable O'Chosen. The Immortal Accursed and the actions of the Founding King were temporary solutions at best, and the scourge was a power not even we could eliminate. The Accursed was too tainted to sit upon the Lucian throne, and his brother, the Founding King and your predecessor killed him and smeared his name. The Immortal Accursed was all our doing. The solution we thought was permanent was nothing more than making the scourge dormant."

Noctis merely scoffs at that idea. So it was true after all. Both he and Ardyn were nothing more than subjects of fate.

"I do not expect your forgiveness. We of the Six have committed many sins upon your world." Noctis couldn't tell, but Bahamut's voice sounded heavy. The voice that could shake mountains was laced with...regret?

"It changes nothing. Ardyn suffered because of you all and I had to clean up your damn mess." He clenches his fists at that, knuckles turning white.

"Rest assured, this new task ahead of you is not one bound by fate itself. The darkness that I speak of will spread into other worlds, and if given time, will reach Eos."

As much as he wanted to say more about the issue, what's happened already happened and he had no choice but to listen. Bahamut's voice did not convey any form of lies whatsoever, and just the thought of having to see his beloved world and kingdom be plunged again into a different darkness makes him grit his teeth.

"What world are you talking about?"

"One where there is only war. In the grim darkness of the far future."

Hearing that makes him look at Bahamut in surprise. For some reason, speaking of that darkness makes his voice even heavier, as if to convey the seriousness of the situation.

"I do not know what happens, as your fate is unknown even to me, but that darkness is slowly spreading, and it will reach Eos. Not even with your current strength will you triumph against the forces ahead."

Noctis merely looks at his hands and clenches his fists. He's absorbed power in the Crystal, even greater than that of the gods themselves. The power of Providence isn't enough?

"Though you may have absorbed the power of Providence, its full potential has yet to be unleashed. Only you, the Chosen King can help unlock its full capabilities. Consider this your greatest trial yet. You must prepare yourself before the main event begins." Responds the leader of the Astrals. Noctis feels as if something heavy was weighted upon his shoulders again. As much as he didn't like Bahamut for what he did, he knew that something of this magnitude must be worrisome if even the leader of the Six sounded a bit worried.

His tenure as the King of Light hasn't ended. It has only begun.

"We'll be right behind you, my son." Looking back, he sees a man clad in a suit of armor, and a sleek helmet that looks like an extension of his crown. Taking off said helmet reveals a man with black hair, mustache and beard and on his hip is a saber-like sword with a wing on the guard.

"Dad." Noctis says in surprise. His father no longer looked like the aging king he saw over his years of growing up, but a man in his prime. He was able to stand on his own two feet without the need of a cane.

"Indeed, you've sacrificed so much for our world and you more than deserve rest, but your calling is just beginning. I wish I..." Regis trails off, looking at the heir he raised to be the next ruler. His eyes are brimming with unshed tears as he looks away.

"I wish there was another way to save you from this fate, my son. When you were just a babe, your fate was already decided." Noctis couldn't help but look at the eyes of his father. He always saw his father as calm and collected. Even when dealing with the falling of Insomnia, he didn't let emotions get the better of him, but played the best hand he could.

"Don't worry, I understand. Your duties as king were numerous." Noctis replies with a nod of his head as he hugs his father, finally being able to stand with him as an equal.

"Do not forget, he has us as well." Behind Regis stands a man clad in a bulky suit of armor, towering over both father and son. In his hand is a gigantic mace that tasted the blood of many enemies, as well as himself for being smacked around with it like a ping-pong ball.

"I am sorry for attacking you. My mind was not my own." Apologizes the king known as Tonitrus, the Fierce.

"We all stand behind the Chosen King." Just then, eleven other figures appear out of nowhere, each clad in different armors. One had different wings sprouting from his back, using a simple sword. Another had a bulky suit of armor and oddly enough, has four arms with circular joints, using a weapon that can be combined and separated.

Although there were more than thirteen kings, these were the only ones whose Royal Arms have been bonded to the King of Kings.

Yet even through the lines of royalty stand one above them all. A king wielding a double sided greatsword and clad in armor similar to that of Bahamut. Stepping forward, he takes off his helmet, giving him the appearance of someone who looks like Noctis in terms of hair color and facial shape.

"Ah, so you're the one called the Chosen King? A pleasure to meet you in person, Noctis Lucis Caelum." The lookalike of him reaches out for a hand to shake, which Noctis took politely, although the Founding King could feel the tight grip Noctis had on his gauntlets.

"I heard you speak to Bahamut about my brother. I...wish to make amends." Somnus replies, making the last of the Lucians raise an eyebrow. Ardyn's his brother?

"You have deducted correctly, as the gods did indeed bless him with the power to absorb daemons. I was meant to demonize him, call him a monster. I did play my part..."

"But jealously fueled my actions. It blinded me with rage and hatred. He easily got the love of the common folk and that jealousy blinded me to my bond with my brother. Even though I was tasked by the gods to do this, I admit that...it gave me a twisted feeling of joy to bring him down like that."

"Yet seeing the scourge at its fullest, seeing your loss and having a huge burden thrusted upon you. You were marked for death even before your birth has arrived. I created a monster, and set it loose upon the world." Noctis merely looks at the founder of Lucis as the proud king looks away, trying his best to hold in his emotions.

He didn't deserve to even feel this way. He murdered his brother, the brother who loved him up until the crystal's rejection. Even after they drifted apart, Ardyn tried to rekindle the brotherly bond they shared.

"I understand if you hold a grudge against the royal blood itself. You were dragged into this by the gods and even I. A mere sorry doesn't begin to comprehend the burden you felt then." Noctis merely looks at the Founding King.

The old him would've lashed out at this. Hell, there was a chance he would've brought out one of his weapons and slapped him across the face with it. He would've called him a murderer and let his emotions cloud his judgment.

Now, while he still felt...annoyed, to put it rather lightly, he doesn't have time to put such grudges in front of him. He's wielding the powers of kings past, and he'll be needing this for the battles ahead. Getting salty over past mistakes will only hinder his mission.

"Don't get me wrong, you've got a lot to answer for. You, and the gods. Everyone else that came after were subjects of fate itself, but I'm not gonna dwell on past mistakes now. We all played a part in keeping Lucis safe, even if some went off the wrong way. If you wish for redemption, then you all know what follows ahead, correct?" Noctis asks.

Being subjected to a lifetime of adventure, freeing one world at a time before he got to the end game.

"Indeed. We stand by the King of Light."

"Our weapons are yours to command, O'King." Said the Wise.

"The Founder King speaks his point. Our plan for Ardyn was a miscalculation, and the world suffered for it. To help atone for past sins, we of the Astrals will give you our blessings as well for your journey."

A bright light suddenly engulfs Noctis, filling him with power.

He saw visions. Visions of a civilization of the past, one that surpassed even that of Lucis. A time when the Six and humans worked together in harmony. He saw the Infernian and Glacian fall in love, Ifrit granting Solheim the power of fire, the creation of Omega...

It was as if the powers of the Six combines into one and goes into him.

Upon the light dying down, Noctis no longer looks like a man in his thirties. His raven hair now spikes at the back, and his face has a more youthful appearance on top of it, lacking any beard or grew to a little over six feet inside the crystal, and despite being de-aged into his mid teens, he now maintains his height.

Power courses through his body, like caffeine got injected into his system.

Looking around, he saw the figures of the other Astrals. Even Ifrit has come as well, now free of Ardyn's blighted control.

"It is now our turn. Come! Lend the King of Light your glaives!" Somnus commands.

Going first, the blade of the Founding King stabs him on the stomach, but instead of making him feel weaker, it instead strengthened him further.

The Wise.

The Fierce.

The Just.

The Royal Arms of the thirteen kings go one by one, their weapons causing Noctis to grow even stronger. Whenever their chosen weapon gets absorbed into his being, their form turns into a pillar of blue flames, disappearing.

Last but not least is his father, holding out his Royal Arm in front of him, all the while giving his son a proud smile.

"The line of Lucis goes with you, my son. Walk tall, for we all stand behind you." And with that, Regis goes in and stabs Noctis with his weapon, causing a small white light to burst out of Noctis, covering his form.

Suddenly, his clothes are no longer the same ones he wore, now he's wearing a new outfit, also colored black. He wears a pair of gloves that covers his hands, along with black pants and boots. His top consists of a high collared jacket that exposes his arms with a zipper in the middle. (AN: Final Fantasy Versus XIII outfit)

His eyes, once blue are now glowing red, the thirteen Royal Arms now circling around him, in their crystal form.

A light a few feet in front of him in the shape of a door opens up, granting him access outside of the beyond.

"We stand with you, O'Chosen. Your trials begin here." Dispersing the royal arms, allowing his red eyes to turn back to blue Noctis then enters the gateway, awaiting what comes the other side.

(End story)

I'm just gonna admit it. Every story I made before Senran Kagura's Central Fiction I wasn't proud of. I felt like I could've done much better. To people who reads my stuff knows I made this years ago, back when Final Fantasy XV was still new. Now that spark has returned. Rest assured I won't be deleting it like the last time.

This is basically gonna be like One Piece, except Noctis goes around giving his light to worlds he needs it. I don't necessarily mean just killing daemons either, or similar creatures of darkness. Even humans too, really, really messed up humans.

I didn't know where to end this story, but now I do. However, if anyone has any worlds that our Lucian king like to visit, please suggest them. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Only conditions are:

No Naruto, and no Dragon Ball. Anyone else is far game at this point around.

I'm still working on my other stories, but I'll try to make time for them, especially with schoolwork.

And I don't intend Noctis to just straight up win every single damn time either. After all, it's not a story without some form of struggle. Of course, he will have it easy...at first.

If anyone has any suggestions on which world he'll go to, then come type it in the review section. I'd love to hear everyone's ideas.

The worlds Noctis will travel to at first will act as "trials" for him to get ready for what's coming. Some worlds will be easier and he'll only stick there briefly, while others, it'll take awhile.

Also, Dawn of the Future didn't happen here, nor did Bahamut decide to pull off Tera Flare. Other than that, everything else sticks.

Comment any ideas for worlds you want Noctis to go in.