The Lost one's journey

Part 39: An extinguishing sun

Shemesh repeatedly smacks the back of her palms together with a glowing yellow light surrounding her. Tears flow from her face as she watches her sister's corpse not move. "Come on! Please wake up! You're ok, right!?" She shouts repeatedly until Zam appears, landing a devastating punch to her jaw. "¡Qué pasa!" He shouts out with a laugh. The strike sends Shemesh flying into the wall of a house, breaking it down. Zam quickly dodges a sudden ball of sun that's fired at him, jumping high into the air and replacing his yellow hands with white and purple ones. In one hand, he summons a white shield, and in the other, a purple rapier. Shemesh slowly gets up and claps her hands as a bright yellow light fills the room. She walks out of the room with a look of fury on her face as she claps her hands once more, keeping them together as hundreds of suns surround her with a ball of arrows made of light surrounding her. The suns melt the surrounding area around her as they grow in size. Zam sees the sun, and his smile grows wide. "El sol caerá hoy." He says this as he turns his rapier into a rope and whips it to try and catch Shemesh in it, but the arrows surrounding her tear it to shreds. Zam swaps out his purple hand for his black one as he lands on the ground. The very second his foot makes contact with the ground, Shemesh fires off all of the hundreds of suns she's formed. Yet Zam doesn't look worried. 'Todos morimos algún día. Pero mi muerte no será tan patética. ¡Como corresponde a un rey!' He starts to run into the hoard of suns as he summons his scythe. As he runs into the sun, his skin turns a bright red and begins to singe with heat. Shemesh's eyes, still red with rage, doesn't notice his other hands slowly growing from his back, lower stomach, and shoulders. As Zam arrives at the center of the hoard, the suns suddenly disappears, shocking Shemesh. All that remains are her arrows of light surrounding her, and Zam now has six arms. White and black as his normal arms. Red and purple on his shoulders. Orange and yellow on the sides of his stomach. 'The kings last stand. I wasn't really expecting to live after this, so I'll go down with this. I always wanted to use it after all.' He thinks as his obsidian club, with which parts of his other abilities summons to his hand. Shemesh and Zam stare each other down before his club ignites in bright flames. He points the club at her with a confident smirk. Shemesh claps her hands once again, summoning forth millions of arrows made of light that build up into a ginormous wall behind her, all while keeping the ball of arrows around her. 'She's low.' Zam thinks to himself as he notices the arrows behind her are barely keeping themselves together.

Meanwhile, Voda stands on his balcony, watching the battle Shemesh is having against Zam. He looks disinterested until his black panther walks up beside him. He taps his head, and he turns into shadows as Voda absorbs him. "...I see. She's caused too much trouble for one generation. I can try again later." He says this as he leaves his balcony. Zam dashes towards Shemsesh without any hesitation, dragging his club across the ground. As she starts running, Shemsesh fires off her hail of arrows. Zam disregards his own safety as he lifts his club up from the ground, causing the curved blade attached to the tip of the club to pick up the ground they walk on, but Shemsesh doesn't seem concerned about the ground lifting as she stands still in her ball of arrows. The hail of arrows is still falling on Zam, cutting and piercing every part of his body. He slams down his club on her ball of arrows, sending physical energy through his club, which increases the flames until they surround her sphere. Shemesh then stops the arrows, making them disappear. Zam is left vulnerable for one second as the disappearance surprises him. In that one second, Shemsesh shoots a small sun from the tip of her fingers through his head. Zam's body falls limp on the ground as Shemsesh also falls but is still breathing.

Pocu watches this hidden between two buildings. Her eyes shaking in fear and sadness as she saw Zam fall. Tears flood her eyes, but still she closes them and turns invisible. Shemsesh holds her hand up to the sun in the bright sky of Kruha. "I did it. Are you watching Sahar? I'm so exhausted." She says this as she starts to sit up. As she does, she sees Sahar standing in front of her. Her eyes grow wide with tears as she quickly stands up to hug her while silently crying. But Shemesh suddenly feels a sharp pain in her chest. She stumbles back, and a blade is stuck in her heart. She slowly looks up at Sahar until she and the blade melt into red ink. Shemesh falls down onto her knees and slowly falls to the ground.

"Sahar! Over here!" A voice calls out as Shemesh wakes up in a forest. She stands up and looks around, confused, until something jumps on her back. "What the!?" She says surprised until she turns around and sees Kokhav. She looks at her in surprise until she points forward and sees Sahar. "Hey Shem. How are ya?" She says with a smile. Shemesh tears up and falls to her knees, crying. Sahar and Kokhav walk to her and both hug her as the sun rises, joining the stars and the moon in the bright sky.

Pocu stands over Zam and Shemesh's corpses, now visible, and her breathing is shallow as her vision flashes to the corpses she so often sees. She quickly tries to turn away, but the buildings now look as though they are lit aflame. "Hey, calm down. You're ok. It's just a nightmare." Raphael's voice is heard as one of Pocu's eyes leaks red ink, and she appears beside her. She quickly goes down and hugs Pocu, holding her close while helping calm her down. Pocu's eyes shaking and trembling intensely.

A black hand finishes drawing on a canvas. On the canvas is the death of the three sisters with their killer besides their corpse, with Zam pointing his pistol at Sahar, Folmon firing an arrow at Kokhav while black shadowy tendrils fire out from Raphael, and finally Pocu hiding behind the illusion of Sahar as it stabs Shemesh. A man puts down his brush and looks around the empty, white room they are in. To their side are numerous art pieces strewn around the white ground. On their other side are buckets of different colored paint, all still completely full as if they were never used. They lift their bright white hand in the air and summon a canvas. With their other black hand, a paintbrush seems to pour out of their palm. They start to draw on the blank canvas. First covering it in black, then making an outline after dipping their brush in paint. After some time, they draw a man with bright white skin and short black and white hair. One of their eyes is hidden by their hair, and the other is completely white. They wear a large red robe that flows gracefully behind them. "Shadows keep cutting deeper, no matter what I do. I guess they are too young for me. What do you think?" The man asks as he turns around, seeing someone who looks strikingly similar to Zam with seven arms, each with a different color. He shrugs and asks the man. "It truly just depends on the strength of their Alma doesn't it?" "Hmmm, I suppose." The man says before turning back and creating an empty canvas. "Help me with this one. You're fading away quite fast, so leave your mark here for eternity." The one who looks at Zam walks over and takes the paintbrush from the man as their legs slowly dissolve. They make fast and furious strokes with the brush until they fully dissolve. The man catches the brush before it falls to the ground. "I see. Leaving one last mark of your world, aren't you?" The man starts to quietly chuckle until it turns into cackling laughter, then quiet. "This is going to be very, very interesting." He says this before dipping his brush in the orange paint bucket and continuing to draw on the canvas.