Chapter Nine
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,
Ooh, the more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
It was amazing, like an orchestra of music as sword, axe, hammer, and even arrows reverberated off the god's shell. The battle was fierce and the impact of raw power, Rose feared they would tear Endiness apart. She thought they would win after she severed Meblu's head from his shoulders, thinking the battle at an end but it was far from over. The entire body disappeared, replaced with a new, more destructive evolution. It seemed Soa didn't want them to succeed.
The female warrior lowered her blade arm, realizing the futility of it all. Her friends, however, passed her by to give it their all. Hashel attacked, pounding on the rough, alien body, with rapid strikes from his lightning encased fists. On either side of him, Meru crushed away with her hammer (far too huge for such a small girl, even if she was a wingly) with the extremely large Gigantos, Kongol, took a piece of flesh away with his enormous axe. But it felt like they weren't getting anywhere. They take a beating, kill one form and then the species rises from the ashes and evolve again.
"Don't let up!" Dart cried, summoning a massive amount of energy into his right arm. "Divine Dragon Cannon… aaaaaahhhhh!"
On the sidelines, two souls watched on with half closed eyes and in disbelief. Shana's breathes came heavy, guilt ridden for having such an evil force in her and for throwing all of her friend's lives in jeopardy. Zieg, equally as guilty of causing such evils to his son, his lover and the new Dragoons was almost too much to bear. Both watched on as Dart led the way, blasting another form with his massive energy blast from his cannon. The power behind such an attack, the two thought the Void Dragoon would have blown of his right arm. But he continued the good fight.
Zieg nearly jumped out of his skin as the wind picked up with red roses circling him and Shana. Snatching one rose with his hand before the spell ended, the old Dragoon took the flower to his face and inhaled the bouquet. As if he thought the flower would smell just as sweet as his Rose, he was deeply disappointed. Though it was ironic that "he" would take this specific time to stop and smell the roses; the rose, however sweet, didn't smell nearly as good as his old love.
As Rose took two Dragoons, Albert and Meru with to surround the god, she felt a new revived determination. Always the Felds, be Zieg's fiery love for combat or Dart's will to keep fighting for those he cares about, was what drove her too keep her thrust with Dragon Buster true, she didn't know, she didn't care. Since she was going to die, she'll die her way, in the air in battle with both her enemies, Melbu Frahma and the God of Destruction.
A smile crossed her delicate face at that moment. As a flower in bloom, the Dark Dragoon let herself go, deep into the darkness of her Spirit, deeper than she ever gone before. Opening up to the magic within her, a great spiritual beast, that of the Black Crimson Dragon, Gloomwing. The dragon spirit roared, engulfing the latest evolution of the god. Within the darkness, an inhumanly scream wailed as its power of regeneration was snuffed out by the dragon's attack. Though in his newest form, Melbu barely felt any damage, he knew this was worse. He couldn't evolve.
Within moments, the God of Destruction was overwhelmed by the sheer power of the Dragoons. Though it wasn't the spirit of the dragons that was pushing the god to extinction at the moment but the power of the mortal spirit that had no bounds. On they came in different directions. Ice mixed with wind, earth mixed with lightning. Soon a barrage of Divine Dragon Balls was rained upon the god. But the worst attack that was the finishing blow was when Melbu was enclosed in darkness, damaging his spirit as an onslaught of light illuminated that darkness and tore apart his flesh. Though he was still alive, Melbu was forced back to his regular form, his first evolution.
Thousands of years of planning, succeeding in giving birth and merging with the Virage Embryo was coming to an end. All because of the Dragoons… again! But it was now too late for Melbu Frahma as the God of Destruction's nature took complete control over the wingly. The 108th species was born for one thing and it was going to do that one thing. Destroy everything in sight, including itself.