So, it was really Sophitia, in her new masked form- known only as Elysium, who was terrorizing Egypt. How anyone mistook her for Kratos was a mystery.
Algol followed the trail of destruction through several cities until he found her. He even through the mask, he recognized her pure beauty, but her soul was corrupted by an unnatural lust for destruction. In addition to her sword she now had the powers of fire and wind. She could destroy whatever she needed to, whenever she felt like it. Those willing to worship her as a representative of the Greek pantheon were spared, but only after a higher power forced her to stop attacking (to actually allow them to flee her wrath.) After all, the Greek pantheon wanted worshipers not a country full of corpses.
Much like how Sophitia fought kratos; Algol simply stepped in to her line of fire, waiting for her to notice him.
They locked eyes, then using his projectile attacks; energy balls, spikes, and one strange attack when he makes a chair appear out of thin air.
She focused her full rage on him. Her sword glowed with fire and slashed at his face. She was willing to dive straight in at super close range, if it meant a killing blow. But being that close also meant Algol could try for the one attack that could save her.
With every ounce of strength he had, he ripped off her mask. He did it in one try, with one clean motion; it happened to fast, the sprits that possessed her did not have a chance to react.
She collapsed in to his arms and amidst the fires they vanished in to the desert.
Sophitia awoke in an abandoned shelter in the desert. For safety, Algol had taken her body far away from any city or town. Her mask lay at her side along with all her clothes- but for good reason, she was covered in bloody wounds. He has used local herbs to sanitize her wounds, saving her life, but every wound, every scar- were still clearly visible. A reminder of what she had done.
As she stood up (and from what she could see) she had been stabbed well over 20 times and suffered burns on her arms, legs and chest- but for some reason she felt no pain. This feeling went beyond sanitation of wounds; her body was in an unnatural state of euphoria.
Within the small desert house made of wood and mud, she easily located Algol. She found him sleeping, sitting up in a decrepit wooden chair, as to stand guard. His face was unshaven, with a thick mustache and beard. He wore a tattered burlap robe/cape over his body, like a blanket, or perhaps to look more "normal."
She lovingly caressed her hands to his face, then his neck. He felt different, he smelled different, and when she kissed his neck then his cheek, he even tasted different- but it was him, her one great love.
"why is it..." she said out loud, in a whisper, "to protect my husband and my children - and all I want it do is fight," she sat on his lap as he opened his eyes. "now my husband is gone and my children are taken by the forces of darkness..." she said leaning in to him. She opened his robe, exposing his chest as she leaned in to further explore his exposed skin.
"you are, and have always been, the love of my life" she was gasping for air as her lips touched his. There was a spark of energy; a mixture of their two powers. Algol's arms glowed with the red and blue of the swords. He touched her naked back, causing her to lean back in ecstasy as sparks trickled down her skin. Ripping off what little clothing he had covering his manhood, he slammed Sophitia to the dirt floor, forcibly spread her legs and penetrated her wet pussy, deep and hard—as she cried out for more.
The sex was rough, almost combative, as both their bodies surged with power. She held on tight, gripping her nails in to his back. She could feel her hands absorbing energy from his flesh, but at the same time, giving her pulses of power with every thrust.
Their skin started to crack like lava, cracking through stolid stone, their physical bodies were near death but their souls were meant to live on forever as one.
Their bodies became enveloped in a mass of pure energy, they held each other close as a furious sandstorm tore up the world around them.
Anyone who witnessed the event would have only seen a beautiful display of electric neon colors rippling through a monstrous sandstorm.
When it was all over, nothing remained- at least nothing physical.
The form of Elysium absorbed the Soul Calibur; it now had a body to call it's own. the soul edge left in the form of energy to find a new home of it's own.