As Blizzard made his decision to stand by Asukazen's side and face Xalvador, Asukazen was visibly shocked. Amidst the pain and agony that consumed him, he couldn't comprehend why Blizzard would choose to risk his life for a revenge-driven Keyblade wielder on the brink of death.
Asukazen: Blizzard, what are you doing?! (Asukazen managed to utter, his voice filled with surprise and concern.) Don't be a fool! You... you should have gone after that black cloaked figure! We can't let them reach Kingdom Hearts!
Despite Asukazen's protest, Blizzard stood firm, his resolve evident in his eyes.
Blizzard: I can't just abandon you, Asukazen. We've come this far together, and I won't leave you now.
He let out a heavy sigh, then nodded to Blizzard, acknowledging his choice, but also warned him.
Asukazen: Be careful, Blizzard. Don't let him get a direct hit on you. His Dark Keyblade can curse your very existence.
As the two Keyblade wielders fought side by side, their movements were more coordinated, but Xalvador remained composed and unwavering. He deflected their attacks with precision, and each strike seemed to reveal more of his dark intentions.
Xalvador: You fight with such ferocity. (Xalvador taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.) But it is nothing compared to the power I now wield. Kingdom Hearts will soon be within my grasp, and I shall reshape this world according to my vision.
Asukazen gritted his teeth, channeling his anger and frustration into his strikes. He refused to let Xalvador's words sway him; he had endured too much and come too far to be deterred now.
Asukazen and Blizzard faced Xalvador head-on, their bodies already weakened by the Crystalbound state, and the pain from the sharp crystals and expanding wings only adding to their suffering. Asukazen's fear of Xalvador's aggressive attacks haunted him, memories of being stabbed in the heart and cursed during the Keyblade War flashing through his mind. He knew that one wrong move, one mistake, could lead to their downfall.
Xalvador moved with swift and ruthless precision, his dark Keyblades striking with deadly accuracy. He taunted them with a cruel grin, unable to believe that these two 'idiots' managed to make it this far.
Xalvador: You're nothing more than insects. (He sneered, his voice laced with contempt.)
Asukazen and Blizzard exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of their situation. Their movements were cautious and calculated, but even with their combined strength, they were barely able to keep up with Xalvador's relentless assault.
Asukazen felt his heart pounding in his chest, not just from the exertion of the battle, but from the fear of the unknown. What would happen now that Blizzard didn't pursue the black cloaked figure into the tall white gate? Could that figure be the key to stopping Xalvador's plans, or was it something far more sinister?
Blizzard's mind raced as he fought, torn between regret for not following the figure and the determination to protect the hyper verse and the worlds from Xalvador's malevolence. He knew that getting stabbed by Xalvador's Dark Keyblade would result in a curse that he might not be able to escape.
With each clash of Keyblades, the struggle intensified, the ground beneath them trembling from the sheer force of their battle. Asukazen and Blizzard pushed themselves beyond their limits, tapping into a well of strength and courage they didn't know they possessed.
But as the minutes ticked away, the exhaustion and pain took their toll. Asukazen's movements became sluggish, and he found himself narrowly dodging Xalvador's strikes. Blizzard's crystal-encased body slowed him down, making it harder to evade the relentless attacks.
In a moment of desperation, Asukazen took a risk and unleashed a powerful surge of dark magic, trying to create some distance between them and Xalvador. The blast sent Xalvador stumbling back momentarily, giving them a brief respite.
Gasping for breath, Asukazen glanced at Blizzard, his eyes filled with concern.
Asukazen: We can't keep this up much longer. (He said, his voice strained.) We have to find a way to turn the tide or...
Xalvador merely chuckled darkly.
Xalvador: You're just children playing with toys. (He sneered.) You have no idea of the true power that lies within Kingdom Hearts. But soon, you'll witness it firsthand.
Asukazen's swift movements allowed him to evade Xalvador's relentless attacks, creating some distance between them. He lowered his arms, the tips of his two Keyblades gently touching the floor as he gazed at the expanse of the Hyper Space above.
Xalvador chuckled, his arrogance and overconfidence evident in his expression.
Xalvador: Ignoring me already, Number 2? (He taunted, referring to Asukazen by his rank from their past.) Do you honestly think you can escape my grasp?
Asukazen's gaze remained fixed on the Hyper Space above, as if he was drawing power from some unseen force. Xalvador chuckled, thinking that Asukazen was underestimating him, but he was about to be proven wrong. As Xalvador closed the distance between them, attempting to strike Asukazen in the heart with his dark Keyblades, Asukazen finally reacted.
In one swift motion, as Xalvador's dark Keyblades came dangerously close, Asukazen unleashed his counter-attack. With a deft movement of his left arm, he parried one of Xalvador's Keyblades, deflecting it away from his heart. At the same time, his right arm swung down with incredible precision and speed, aiming to disarm Xalvador's other dark Keyblade.
The clash of metal echoed through the expanse of the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold as Asukazen's Keyblade met Xalvador's. The force of the impact sent sparks flying, illuminating their determined faces locked in combat.
Blizzard watched in awe as Asukazen's fighting style seemed to be working. Asukazen's movements were fluid and calculated, each swing of his Keyblade executed with deadly accuracy. He had always known Asukazen was a formidable Keyblade wielder, but witnessing him in action against Xalvador was a sight to behold.
Xalvador: What?!
Asukazen's left arm continued to guide his counter-attack, expertly deflecting and blocking Xalvador's strikes. With each move, he demonstrated his mastery of this unique fighting style, using Xalvador's own aggression against him. Asukazen's fighting style was designed for counterattacks, for seizing control of an opponent's aggression and turning it against them. The movement of his arms was fluid and precise, reflecting years of training and experience. His eyes narrowed as he stared into the depths of Xalvador's yellow eyes, his expression betraying no emotion. This fight was personal, a battle fueled by his own desire for revenge, for retribution against the man who had caused him so much pain and suffering.
Xalvador's smirk widened as he snapped his fingers, causing two more dark Keyblades to materialize out of thin air. The blades floated around him in a blur of motion, their dark energy pulsating with malevolence. Asukazen and Blizzard couldn't believe their eyes - this man, Xalvador, wielded not just two, but four Keyblades.
Xalvador: You want to see my full power?! (Xalvador sneered, his orange eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.) Well then, behold! Four Keyblades at my command. You two are about to witness true darkness.
Asukazen's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. Facing a foe with such power and darkness at his disposal was not to be taken lightly. Xalvador was a formidable adversary, and with each passing moment, the odds seemed more stacked against them.
Blizzard's mind raced, trying to think of a strategy, but he could feel the weight of his own CrystalBound state pressing down on him. Time was running out for both of them, and the situation had become dire.
Xalvador held all the cards, and he reveled in their despair. The four dark Keyblades danced around him, each one a deadly extension of his will. He exuded an air of confidence, like a predator toying with its prey.
Asukazen's lowered his fighting stance, causing Blizzard to panic. Why was Asukazen stopping in the middle of this life-or-death battle?
Blizzard: Asukazen, what are you doing? We can't stop now! (Blizzard urged, his voice tinged with anxiety.)
But Asukazen raised a hand, signaling for Blizzard to wait.
Asukazen: Xalvador, you remind me of my younger self. (Asukazen said, his eyes fixed on Xalvador) Once, I too harbored hatred towards humanity, just like you. But through my experiences in the Dream World, I learned about friendship and understanding, things that seem beyond your grasp. (He took a deep breath, his crystal-covered body trembling slightly.)
Xalvador scoffed, his lips curling into a malicious grin.
Xalvador: Friendship and understanding? Pathetic delusions. You've grown weak, Number 2.
Asukazen: I don't just hate you, Xalvador. In fact, I pity you. You're trapped in your own darkness, consumed by a god complex that blinds you to anything else. If it weren't for my Dream Eater, Chirithy, I might have become just like you.
Blizzard watched in astonishment as Asukazen poured his heart out to their enemy. It was an unexpected turn of events, but he could see the pain and struggle in Asukazen's eyes. He knew that Asukazen had endured so much, and this encounter with Xalvador brought back memories of his past self.
Xalvador's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. Asukazen's words seemed to have touched a nerve, and for a brief moment. Xalvador's eyes narrowed, his expression twisting into a mixture of rage and disbelief.
Xalvador: Pity me? You dare to pity me?! I am a being of true power! And I will reshape reality itself. There's no room for pity in my grand design!
Asukazen paused, a mix of emotions swirling inside him.
Asukazen: But right now, this very moment in time, it's because of you. You've ruined my life. E̵r̴a̴s̶u̵r̷e̵ is the only option for you. There can be no forgiveness. (Asukazen said the words as his voice has distorted into a glitchy tone for a second, he then was filled with disbelief, but shake off the thought, must be his imagination, after all, he was dying and was brain damaged, but was still standing due to sheer will power)
With that, Asukazen's demeanor shifted. The calm facade gave way to a chilling intensity, and his murderous intent became palpable. In that moment, he shed any lingering hesitation, fully embracing the need to confront the man who had caused so much pain and suffering. Blizzard felt a shiver down his spine.
In that moment, Asukazen raised his two Keyblades close to each other and fused them together with a flash of light. The result was an amalgamation of fire and thunder and light, a Keyblade that represented the merging of his powerful abilities, 'Celestial Blitz.'
The main color is a brilliant, luminescent blue, symbolizing the pure energy of lightning. The handles have accents of gold and blue, mirroring the unity of fire and lightning, in addition of elaborate symbols representing the three elements of fire, thunder, and light are intricately engraved along the blades, pulsating with energy and power, intertwined with streaks of electric blue. It crackled with raw energy, exuding a sense of power and purpose. Asukazen's grip tightened around the Keyblade, ready to continue the fight.
Asukazen and Blizzard launched themselves at Xalvador, Asukazen's fused Keyblade and Blizzard's two Keyblades in hand. They attacked with precision and coordination, but Xalvador's skill and power were overwhelming. With a Keyblade in each hand and two more floating around him, he effortlessly parried their strikes and countered with devastating blows.
The two additional Keyblades surrounding Xalvador acted like sentinels, attacking Asukazen and Blizzard whenever they got too close. It was as if Xalvador had complete control over them, using them as extensions of his own formidable fighting prowess.
Despite their best efforts, Asukazen and Blizzard couldn't gain any ground. Each time they tried to strike, they were met with a relentless defense. The floating Keyblades moved with deadly precision, and any opening they thought they saw quickly closed.
Time seemed to slow as they fought, their movements becoming sluggish and their strength fading. Asukazen could feel more sharp crystals growing out of his neck, causing excruciating pain with every breath he took. Blizzard, too, was not spared from the torment, as more sharp crystals emerged from his neck, adding to their agony.
Xalvador merely grinned, his eyes glinting with malice.
Xalvador: Let's see how long you can keep this futile resistance up.
With only three minutes left to live, despair and hopelessness filled their hearts. They knew this might be the end, and Xalvador's sadistic smile only fueled their fear. As the tall white gate pulsated with eerie light, its color shifting from white to a foreboding shade of purple, dread washed over Asukazen and Blizzard. They realized that something terrible was about to happen.
Xalvador's twisted smile widened as he revealed the truth.
Xalvador: You see, while you were busy futilely trying to defeat me, my accomplice was setting our plans into motion. In a matter of three minutes, reality as you know it will cease to exist.
Time was slipping away, Xalvador's twisted grin only grew wider, reveling in their desperation.
Xalvador: Enjoy your final moments, Number 4 and Number 2. (Xalvador taunted, referring to them by their ranks.) In a mere three minutes, this reality will be nothing but a distant memory. And you both will be gone forever!
But then, something changed. Asukazen's eyes seemed to glaze over, and he suddenly stopped fighting. His grip loosened, and with a loud clatter, the fused Keyblade dropped to the floor. Asukazen fell to his knees, his body trembling with pain and exhaustion.
Blizzard cried out in concern.
Blizzard: Asukazen, what's wrong? Don't give up!
Asukazen didn't respond, his breaths ragged as even more sharp crystals continued to grow from his neck, causing him to scream in agony. The pain was overwhelming, and he could feel the grip of death tightening around him.
Xalvador laughed mockingly.
Xalvador: Ah, it seems your little friend is breaking apart, just like this reality. How pitiful. But I suppose it doesn't matter now. Soon, you'll both be nothing more than dust in the wind!
Blizzard's heart sank, knowing that they were out of time. He glanced desperately at the pulsating tall white gate and then back at Asukazen, who was still struggling on the floor. There was no hope left. The reality they knew was about to crumble, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Asukazen and Blizzard continued to suffer, each second ticking away as the tall white gate pulsed ominously. Asukazen was still on his knees, the sharp crystals spreading further through his body. Blizzard's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this hopeless situation.
Then, like a spark of hope in the darkness, an idea struck Blizzard. He couldn't let despair consume them completely, they had to try something.
Blizzard: Wait, Asukazen! (Blizzard shouted with newfound urgency.) What if... What if we destroy the gate itself? Maybe that's our only chance to prevent Kingdom Hearts from being used!
Asukazen's face contorted with pain and despair. Tear streamed down his cheeks, torn between Blizzard's plea and his own inner conflict.
Asukazen: I... I can't, Blizzard. If we do that, we'll lose the chance to reach the Perfect Reality we longed for. Our dreams will be shattered, and we'll be left with nothing!
Blizzard clenched his fists, feeling the desperation building inside him.
Blizzard: But if we don't do anything, we'll both die here, and the entire reality will be reset! We can't let that happen!
Asukazen hesitated, torn between the possibility of saving their reality and the dream he had pursued for so long. His body shook from the pain and the weight of his decision.
Asukazen: Blizzard, I can't... I can't bear the thought of giving up on my dream. (Asukazen said, his voice choked with emotion.) But if we don't act, everything we fought for will be lost anyway.
Blizzard's heart sank, realizing the weight of Asukazen's words. They had come this far, endured so much, all for the dream of a better reality. But faced with the impending doom of reality's erasure, Blizzard felt torn between sacrificing their dreams and saving whatever they could.
Blizzard: We have to take the risk, Asukazen, Blizzard urged, trying to steady his trembling voice. If we don't destroy the gate, we won't even have a chance. We might not get the Reality where one of us can find happiness, but we have to try to save this one!
Asukazen's shoulders shook with emotion as he looked into Blizzard's eyes. He could see the desperation in his friend's gaze. With a heavy heart, Asukazen nodded.
Asukazen: Alright. (He said, his voice barely audible.) Let's do it. Let's destroy that gate.
Blizzard and Asukazen turned towards the tall white gate. With each step they took, the swirling energy of the gate seemed to intensify. Xalvador watched them, a cruel smile on his face, convinced that their efforts were futile.
Xalvador, still listening intently, scoffed at their exchange.
Xalvador: You two are truly delusional, aren't you? You think you could alter fate at the last minute? It's too late for that!
With only one minute and fifty seconds left, Asukazen's heart weighed heavy with the weight of his decision. He charged at Xalvador, his eyes filled with tears streaming down his face, a mix of pain and sorrow overwhelming him. Asukazen knew what he was about to face, but he had accepted the burden, knowing it's was the only way.
Asukazen engaged Xalvador in combat, his movements fluid yet burdened with grief. He fought with all his might, fueled not by determination but by a sense of duty and the knowledge that there was no turning back. Asukazen's heart was torn between the desire to protect his dream and the grim reality of the situation.
Meanwhile, Blizzard dashed towards the white tall gate, his focus solely on causing as much damage as possible. He swung his Keyblades with all his strength, using his strongest Ice and Fire Magic in a desperate attempt to break the gate. The gate pulsated with a mix of light and dark energy, resisting Blizzard's efforts. Every strike sent waves of pain through his crystal-bound body, but he pressed on, determined to give Asukazen the time he needed.
Asukazen's fight against Xalvador became more intense, and though Asukazen's body ached and his vision blurred with tears, he refused to back down. Each attack he launched was filled with anguish and sadness, a reflection of the torment he had endured.
Blizzard continued his relentless assault on the gate, pouring all his remaining strength into every strike. The seconds ticked away, and he could feel the weight of time pressing against him. He knew he couldn't afford to fail, the fate of their reality rested on his shoulders.
Asukazen's energy wavered, but he fought on, drawing from the last shreds of his resolve. He had to trust Blizzard to do what needed to be done. With every strike against Xalvador, he whispered a silent plea for Blizzard to succeed.
The battle between Asukazen and Xalvador raged on, and with only half a minute remaining, Asukazen knew he had to give it his all. He put his emotions aside, focusing solely on his movements and strategy. He tried to push away the pain and sadness, fighting to the best of his ability.
Asukazen's kick sent Xalvador tumbling backward, and he wasted no time.
Asukazen: I know I can't defeat you! (He shouted, his voice filled with a mix of defiance and desperation.) But I can at least try to stop you!
He rushed towards Blizzard. Together, they struck the tall white gate with all their might, their Keyblades and magic combining in a desperate attempt to break it. The gate flickered with the conflict of light and darkness, resisting their efforts.
Xalvador got up from the ground, rage burning in his eyes.
Xalvador: You fool! (He bellowed, charging towards them with a vicious intent.) Do you really think you can stop me? I am the one who will bring about the new era of darkness!
As they continued to attack the gate, the black hooded figure emerged from within the tall white gate, pulling back his hood to reveal William's face. His expression twisted with coldness as he shouted.
William: Blizzard, what do you think you're doing?
Blizzard was shocked at the revelation, but Asukazen's eyes blazed with fury.
Asukazen: Don't stop, Blizzard! (Asukazen screamed, his voice filled with urgency.) We only have fifteen seconds left! Keep going!
Asukazen and Blizzard continued their assault, unleashing their combined technique with everything they had. They both unleashed their combined attack, pouring all their remaining strength into it. The energy surged through their Keyblades and magic, colliding with the tall white gate. But even as the gate started to shatter, both Xalvador and William struck from behind, stabbing them with their Keyblades.
The pain was excruciating, but Asukazen and Blizzard refused to give up. With one final surge of power, they unleashed their last attack, pouring every ounce of their being into the strike. The tall white gate exploded in a blinding white flash, and the force of the blast sent Asukazen and Blizzard flying as they felt themselves being pulled into a swirling vortex of colors and energy after shattering the tall white gate of Kingdom Hearts. The explosion had been ear-shattering, and for a moment, they lost all sense of direction and consciousness. As the storm of colors surrounded them, their sight felt ruined beyond recognition, making it hard to tell where they were or what was happening.
After what felt like an eternity, the swirling vortex finally came to a halt, and the colors began to settle. Asukazen and Blizzard found themselves in an unknown land, far away from the Infinity Stronghold and the tall white gate. Confusion washed over them as they tried to comprehend what had just happened. Had they won? Had they stopped Xalvador and William?
But their thoughts were soon overpowered by the excruciating pain they felt. They could barely move, their entire bodies covered in sharp crystal, and they were stuck on the grassy ground. Half of their inner organs and bones had turned into crystals, and they were unable to speak, blink, or move at all. Fear crept in as they realized the severity of their condition. They were beyond the critical limit of their Crystalbound state, and it seemed like their bodies were breaking apart.
Asukazen and Blizzard felt a mix of confusion, fear, and desperation. Was this the end for them? Were they both going to die in this strange and unknown land? They could no longer think about the victory or the future of the hyper verse. All they could focus on was the immense pain and the overwhelming uncertainty of their situation.
Asukazen and Blizzard remained locked in their crystal-bound positions on the floor, unable to move or communicate with each other. Their bodies felt like statues, and they couldn't even blink, trapped in a state of immobility. Asukazen's view showed mountains and a forest, while Blizzard could see a strange gigantic town he had never seen before. It was as if they had appeared on the top of a mountain, but they couldn't be sure.
A dark aura pulsed within and around their chests, a clear sign of the curse inflicted by the Dark Keyblades of William and Xalvador. If their Crystalbound states didn't kill them, then the curse surely would. They were trapped, with no way to escape or reverse the damage that had been done.
Time seemed to stretch on forever as they lay there, the pain from the curse and the Crystalbound state becoming unbearable. Their existence was on the brink of being erased, and the fear of their impending fate filled their minds.
Asukazen desperately wished he could do something, but they were both stuck in their paralyzed states. The frustration and helplessness only added to their torment.
The strange city that Blizzard saw seemed distant and unreachable, while the mountains and forest that Asukazen could see provided no hope of escape. They were truly isolated in this unknown land, with no one to come to their aid. And they longed to cry out for help, but their vocal cords had turned into crystal, leaving them mute and powerless.
Asukazen's eyes met Blizzard's, and in that moment, they both knew that there was no escape from this fate. They could no longer even communicate through their gaze, as their sight began to blur and fade.
Asukazen and Blizzard then strained to hear the approaching footsteps, their bodies still locked in crystal, unable to move or respond. The sound grew louder, and they soon saw the legs of a black cloaked hooded figure standing before them. It was not a member of Organization 14th, as they had initially thought. The aura surrounding this person was different, more powerful and mysterious.
The mysterious person's voice echoed with a mix of amusement and sarcasm, catching both Asukazen and Blizzard off guard. They couldn't look up, only the dark silhouette of the hooded figure standing over them.
?: Well, well, well. (The mysterious person chimed.) What do we have here? Paradoxal entities lingering where they shouldn't be. How Intriguing!
Asukazen and Blizzard were filled with confusion and fear, unable to respond or move. Their minds raced with questions. Who was this person? What did he mean by paradoxal entities? And where were they exactly?
The mysterious figure seemed to relish the moment, letting the silence hang in the air before continuing.
?: You see, you're not supposed to be here. This reality is off-limits, yet you've managed to find your way in. I must say, it's quite exciting to encounter you both. Truly impressive.
Asukazen and Blizzard's thoughts were a jumble of emotions. They had no idea how they had ended up here, in this mysterious land, and they were powerless to change their fate.
Asukazen strained to speak or scream, but only muffled noises escaped his crystal-encrusted mouth. The mysterious figure observed them with an amused expression.
?: Aren't you two a peculiar sight? Most people would be dead with bodies as grotesque as yours. And that dark aura on your chests-truly fascinating! You must have some remarkable willpower to endure this... condition.
Asukazen's frustration grew as he tried to form coherent words, but to no avail. He wanted to demand answers from this mysterious figure, but all he could do was emit incomprehensible sounds.
Blizzard and Asukazen could feel the figure analyzing them, mocking their situation. The black cloaked hooded figure then bent down, coming closer to them. They couldn't see the person's face, only the dark shadow cast by the hood, but they sensed a sense of goofiness and jest in his presence.
?: Are you trying to communicate? Seems you still retain your intelligence, but really, what could you possibly be that desperate to say?
Asukazen's panic intensified as he desperately tried to scream and widen his eyes in fear, only to realize that his vocal cords had been turned to crystal, rendering him unable to make any sound. His heart raced, and the fear of the unknown only grew as the mysterious black cloaked figure continued to mock them.
?: Oh calm down (The mysterious figure said in a jesting tone.) Since you managed to get here somehow, I might as well offer you a welcoming gift. Oh, and by the way, don't count on returning home. Your reality, as you know it, has been erased from existence. The paradox was fixed, and there's no going back. Welcome to this reality! The one and only.
Asukazen and Blizzard were wide-eyed in shock and fear. Did they truly destroy their reality by shattering the tall white gate of Kingdom Hearts in the Infinity Stronghold? Did their actions lead to the death of billions of people? The thought sent shivers down their spines, and they wanted to scream in denial, but their crystalline bodies and the curse prevented them from doing so.
The mysterious figure seemed to take delight in their distress, and their panic only fueled his amusement. Asukazen and Blizzard were left to grapple with the terrible possibility that they might have caused the destruction of their entire reality. Their minds reeling, trying to make sense of the situation and the consequences of their actions.
Asukazen and Blizzard watched in bewilderment as the mysterious figure pulled out a bouquet of flowers, specifically an Easter Lily. He scattered the bouquet on them as a mocking welcome gift, and Asukazen couldn't help but feel a shiver down his spine.
?: A welcome gift of spiritual purity, just for you two. (The figure said in a sarcastic tone.) Maybe, just maybe, I could save your lives. Who knows?
Asukazen and Blizzard were utterly confused and still unable to communicate, but the figure seemed to find great amusement in their predicament.
MoM: Ah, my students call me The Master of Masters. (He said, his tone still full of sarcasm.) You've certainly caught my interest now. I'm sure the Foretellers will be quite surprised to see this. Oh, what perfect material you two are for my new prank!
Asukazen and Blizzard were at a loss for words. They had no knowledge of which this 'Master of Masters' was or where they were. They were trapped in the original reality as it seems, they didn't understand, facing an enigmatic figure who seemed to delight in their confusion and suffering. The situation was beyond their comprehension, and they could only hope for some form of salvation or understanding, but to no avail.
They both tried to scream and move their heads, but the crystal binding their bodies kept them trapped in place. Their minds were racing, wondering what would become of them and what had happened to their previous reality. Did they mess up? Did their actions cause the death of all lives? Billions of lives?
MoM: Oh, don't fret too much. (The Master of Masters said in a mocking tone, enjoying their panic.) It's not every day I get to meet two interesting specimens like you two.
The Master of Masters seemed fascinated by their distress, pulling out a large green cloak. As he covered them with it, they felt a strange sensation, as if they were being transported elsewhere. Panic and fear overwhelmed them, and they tried to scream one last time before everything faded to darkness.
In their minds, thoughts of punishment and regret consumed them. They were speechless, feeling lost and hopeless in this unknown realm. The weight of their actions, their decisions, and their powerlessness was crushing.
The Master of Masters chuckled as he ended up covering them in a large green cloak.
MoM: Welcome to this realm, my dear visitors! I must say, this is going to be quite interesting.
And with those words, their sight faded entirely into darkness, leaving them in the hands of a mysterious and unpredictable fate.
Asukazen and Blizzard were consumed by guilt and regret as they pondered the consequences of their actions. They believed that shattering the tall white gate was the only way to stop Xalvador and William, but now they realized the immense damage they had caused. Was this their punishment, their redemption? And who was the enigmatic figure known as the Master of Masters?
As their consciousness faded due to their fatigue and injuries, they could feel themselves slipping away. They wondered if they even deserved a second chance at life, given the havoc they had unleashed upon their reality. Their minds were clouded with sorrow and despair, and they no longer had the will to fight.
With each passing moment, they felt their existence slipping away. The Curse and the Crystalbound state had taken their toll on their bodies and minds, and the end was near. In their hearts, they felt they did not deserve a rebirth or a chance at a better future. They had caused so much harm, and now they were faced with the consequences.
Their thoughts were consumed with the hope that they would never wake up again, that death would come to claim them and end their suffering. They believed they deserved no forgiveness or redemption, only the cold embrace of oblivion.
And so, they drifted away with the weight of their regrets. They felt a deep sense of regret and wished for death, and the only hope they clung to was that whatever awaited them in the waking world would put an end to their suffering.
As sleep overtook them, they embraced the darkness, hoping that it would grant them the respite they longed for. Their minds were filled with the weight of their actions and the consequences they had brought upon themselves and their reality, a reality that was now erased from existence, the Echoplex Paradox was finally solved.
[REDEMPTION END.]