Aura of Creation and Destruction

Chapter 9

Eternity is mine, your hope is mine, prey for a new beginning at the hands of divination.

Gaito did not know what was going on. Last he knew, his will was ablaze with the power to help those in need. The cry of the world's creatures. Each whom hoped for someone to protect a world they love. He remembered the feeling of being a hero, responding to the cries of those in need. He heart always held this value true at the core, no matter who or what he would become.

Gaito's brush with the Wishmaker was not forgotten. Dreams are said to be grand and Gaito was a dreamer from the start. He was longing to make each dream a reality. And he acted not for his sake, but to save the order that others value so dearly to their lives. Had he the potential to become a Wishmaker himself?

In the darkness, the fighter's sight and senses had been cut out. Without his other arm or a way to see where he was, he felt hopeless in the moment.

Gaito breathed, looking for his thoughts. "What is there to see, to feel? Faosha is gone, and I lost my temper again. Am I alive?"

The fighter's next movement was a twitch of his remaining appendage. No longer allied with the blade, he was free to reach out. Some kind of barrier prevented him from moving towards the space ahead. Aura revealed nothing before him. It was an unsettling experience.

A cry could be faintly heard behind Gaito. A light, and a familiar voice.

"..ito, come... ack.." He could identify the voice as Ophera's.

His courage returned for a moment. "Ophera? Where are you?"

"Well Well Well. Look what we have here." Faust's voice pierced Gaito's ears, clear as day to hear.

Two eyes appeared in the shadow, unblinking, shocking the fighter.

"Gaito, your name was?" Faust's tone adorned the voice. Gaito winced for a moment, unable to find the words to reply.

A third eye, and then another appeared from the void. "Welcome to my world. What matters, is not. Think of it like the opposite of your world, where you are allowed to exist in it because you take up space."

Faust's voice echoed, gazing eyes appearing one by one in an endless sprawl. "Those forces, are opposites here. When in my world, you aren't just being pulled in, you're being erased. The same thing happened to your friend who got hit by that pillar I held onto a little while ago."

He scowled, his voice almost reaching into Gaito's soul. "But, something happened. It causes you to stay attached to the real world. I don't know why, but maybe it's your friend's dumb idea. That little tether is putting a dot on the map of my World of Destruction. Once it's gone though, heh well, all reality will be too."

The darkness stared on. Eyes began to blink at Gaito. A mouth appeared. "And then the worlds spin and dance and all fall down!"

Faust's laugh sounds forth, reveling in his very own world for one more moment. "Now, I'm going to give this black hole behind you, a snip snip, maybe that'll..."

"Ghomat, don't let go!" Maggi yelled from beyond.

Within the world of Creation, dark pillars were conjuring from every space at the hands of Faust. Each one tearing and extending, absorbing mater and making it disappear at instant contact. Reality was starting to fizzle away into nothing upon nothing. On the earth below the party, creatures large and small, fled for their lives. Each one as fearful and in the dark as the last. What was going to happen to them?

Far away, Faosha's father was wailing with anguish from the mountaintop. He felt the moment his adopted daughter's lifeforce burn it's last cry. It mattered not the world was ending around him, but that his world had already ended. He could take no more suffering. In a fit of despair let loose an incredible wave of his own energy. The rippling wave had enough power to obliterate any simple being. Its light was luminescent and its aura even more so to sense from anywhere upon the planet.