He sped down the observational tower with speed beyond that of a man his age. He was almost as fast as Tina. He reached the ground floor as an even larger missile hit the water spraying the ship before another missile covered the Arc in a cloud of mist. Cerle ignored it and pulled the nearest pilot who had been staring blindly at the ocean. "What are you-" The pilot pointed at the ocean's waters.

The blue of the ocean had disappeared under the cloud of mist the missile fire had made. Just then a pair of missiles were dropped into the water raising the largest cloud of all blotting out the sun for almost a minute.

"Stop firing" Cerle whispered into the radio. The cloud had blocked out sun just long enough to see underneath the oceans waters. Cerle looked at looked deeper than any moment since he first joined the navy decades ago.
Thousands upon thousands of white lights the size of freight trains flowed on diagonal invisible tracks leaving white streaks that followed the intense light like carriages. They drove and rotated around a tiny bubble.

There was something metal inside bubble.

Cerle focused his binoculars and saw there were two. Cerle advanced towards it stunned. There was no technology that could move thing like that or create such an energy, let alone stop the ocean and flip off two nuclear reactors.

Cerle was sure of it.

Seeking some reassurance that the world was still intact. Cerle reached for Soul and pulled him out just slightly but not before reaching for Nirvana. As he touched both weapons the floating trains of light broke away from their tracks and turned into the bubble.

Cerle had never seen anything like it, it made him think of an explosion pulling in before blowing out, which was never a good thing under any circumstances. Cerle lifted his Radar and turned to all wingmen and ships company in sight and yelled.

"Take Cover!"

He, unfortunately, was right. There was an explosion bigger than any of his missiles had delivered. The ocean had sunk and exploded outwards higher and faster than any anything that didn't leave radiation. The ship rocked and titled to the side before returning to normal.

Cerle had hit the deck to avoid push of the blast. He cursed himself before pulling himself up. He was fine it seemed and by the look of it everyone else was fine too, but he'd have to be a check the ocean floor to see if anyone was annoying enough to fall off the boat at a tie like this. He looked at his men who were all staring t him. All of them stared with concern.

"I'm fine" Cerle shouted but no words come out. He yelled again but again nothing came out. Soul lay on the floor, Cerle realized, Nirvana wasn't on him either. Cerle bent to pick it up, his fingers passed through as if there was nothing there but air.

"What?" Cerle mouthed out. Soul rolled in its shell backwards through Cerle's feet. Cerle turned and gasped. He saw himself hanging in the air filled to the brim by white lights. They weren't the size of trains anymore. They were now small human heads rotating around his body. A dozen of the tiny objects behind his body disappeared inside the ship. The light all turned and pulled into Cerle's psychical chest.

White light poured out of Cerle's eyes hiding his pupils completely. Cerle's body fell and the light disappeared but not entirely.

Cerle could see it forming a super fine layer around his body. Cerle's body picked up Cerle's admirals hat. Light oozed out of Cerle's hand and spilled onto the cap changing it to a pirate hat hybrid. Cere's body dusted it off and put it on. Cerle's body stopped and turn to look directly at Cerle. "Your soul now is a part of me." It said laughing thickly. He voice was different but the same as Cerle's. It was filed with a cruel malice and laced with Cerle's own authority and age. Cerle's non physical body moved.

He turned to run. He had to get away. He had to free.

Why wasn't anyone helping?

Could they seen him? The lieutenant? Tina? He had to reach them, they'd been such reliable soldiers. Cerle ran and heaved with desperation. He was now only a few inches away from his own body and losing the fight. He screamed for support but no one could see him. No one could feel his desperation. No one saw the tear that fell and landed on Soul, his gift to his daughter who hated him.

Cerle bent down and picked up Soul. Once again light poured out of his hand and engulfed the sword. The metal blade melted and reformed in his hands.

A metal eye formed at the tip of the hilt. Soul was now at least eight times its original size. It almost looked fake because of its thickness but when Cerle dropped it down to the reinforced steel deck it cut into the steel surface as if it was cutting through a straw. Cerle picked up Nirvana. The same light spilled out of his hand and turned Nirvana into a thicker but slightly shorter sword. Cerle lifted Soul out of the ground and examined it in his one hand.

The eye on Soul's hilt looked at Cerle and Cerle looked back. There on the metal eye were the initials: Soul. The eye jumped as if shaken before it turned to the nearest wingman.

"Sir!" The frightened wingmen yelled with his pistol was out. So was everyone else's in range. Though since that wingman was the closest he had been unofficially given the role as spokesman. Reluctantly he stepped forward.

"Sir Vante? Are you okay?"

"Cervante boy not Sir Vante you'd best get I right before you die." Cerle growled before grinning with pure dark malice.

There was madness in his eyes. Cerle pointed the tip of Nirvana at the wingman. The wingman took three steps back with his gun up almost tripping in fright. The tip end of Nirvana had an eye on it and it was staring straight at the pilot

"My name, will be the latest thing you hear. Remember it for when the you tell the devil who sent yer. Cervante De leon!"

The eye ball disappeared leaving a hole that ran down the length of the sword. There was an orange light in the centre which appeared in the bottom. The pilot gasped when he realised he was staring down the barrel of a gun but by then it was too late.