The world was unraveling.
The ground trembled as the rift in the sky cracked wide open, unleashing a cataclysm that shook the very foundations of the earth. The air was thick with smoke and ash, the skies turned a sickly shade of red, and the ground beneath our feet quaked with the fury of a thousand storms. It was no longer just a battle for survival—it was a battle for existence itself.
Across the globe, natural disasters of unimaginable scale erupted in response to the chaotic breach. Oceans rose, swallowing entire coastlines in tidal waves of blackened water. Earthquakes shattered cities, splitting continents in half as massive fissures opened up, releasing molten lava into the once peaceful lands. Hurricanes whipped through the skies, tearing apart forests, buildings, and anything that dared stand in their path. Lightning crackled through the heavens like the wrath of the gods, striking down anything in its way.
And above us, the stars flickered and began to blink out, one by one. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. The sun—our lifeblood—began to wane, its once brilliant light dimming. Within moments, a third of its light was snuffed out, casting the world into an unnatural twilight. The sky was heavy with the presence of the rift, and the entire world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable.
Yet even in the face of this cosmic collapse, Bruno and Diana stood unwavering.
Bruno, his golden eyes blazing with the fury of the storm, held Gungnir high, the spear crackling with an energy so powerful that it sent shockwaves through the air. He fought with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike landing with the force of thunder. Every blow was a desperate bid to hold back the onslaught of monsters pouring from the rift—horrific creatures, their bodies twisting and shifting with every step they took, their eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. But for every one that fell, ten more emerged from the depths of the chaos.
Diana, her body trembling with exhaustion, summoned the last of her strength as the Tree of Willowed Blades erupted from the earth, its massive branches tearing through the air, cleaving through the horde with a fury born of despair. But even as the tree's roots burrowed deep into the earth, she felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. Her magic had reached its limit, her body slowing, but her spirit remained unbroken. She would not stop. Not yet.
The rift in the sky widened further, and the six humanoid Concepts of Chaos—the embodiments of the Creator's sacrificed emotions—emerged in all their terrifying glory. Rage, Despair, Greed, Jealousy, Wrath, and Pride, each one more powerful and monstrous than the last, tore through the battlefield, their very presence warping reality. The ground cracked beneath their feet, and the air grew thick with their malevolent influence.
But still, Bruno and Diana pressed on, determined to fight until the last breath.
Bruno and Diana stood still in the air, as they watched the six humanoid shadows known as the concepts of Chaos. --Tsk-- Diana gave a slight, thoughtful frown as she watched them. A hint of worry on her face.
"Bru.."Diana got cut as a force hits her, sending her tumoring down. She didn't stop as she kept going. Diana felt a sharp claw on her neck. She adjusted her senses, focused on finding the monster that had hit her. Seeing through the dust, a crimson ornamented monster drifted into sight like a question whispered from the grave. A haze of crimson mist clings to her body, thick as blood-smoke, curling outward as if alive. Where once serpents writhed, its hair is a crown of crimson tentacles—long, muscular, and wetly glistening. Each one ends in a massive suction maw, round and puckered, lined with rings of teeth-like ridges that pulse as if hungering. The tentacles twitch in silence, reaching and curling, every motion betraying both elegance and violence.
Left with the five concepts, Bruno smiled coldly with a slight flame of passion flowing through him. One more concept flew past Bruno as he turned to stop it. A giant crimson shadow hand appears in front of him as he turns. Bruno catches it as he searches for the two concepts along with Diana. His eyes looked crazed, and a steep, golden glow flowed from his eyes. He slowly turned to the large shadow concept before him.
Bruno lunged at Rage, the first of the Concepts. The firestorm that followed was like nothing he had ever faced before. Rage's body flickered with flames, its form shifting and writhing in a constant state of combustion. It attacked with speed and fury, slashing through the air with its burning claws. But Bruno was faster. He danced around the flames, his spear cutting through the air with precision. With a roar of defiance, he thrust Gungnir deep into Rage's chest, the weapon sinking into the very core of the creature. Rage screamed, a sound so loud that it shattered the air itself. Flames erupted from its body, engulfing the entire battlefield, but Bruno stood firm, unwilling to yield.
"One down," Bruno muttered, blood dripping from his brow, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon. More were coming.
As Despair manifested behind him, Bruno staggered, his body trembling as the weight of the creature's presence pressed down upon him. The air grew heavy with hopelessness, and the very ground seemed to groan under the burden. His limbs grew heavy, his mind clouded with the suffocating darkness that enveloped him. But before Despair could consume him, Bruno was there, his hand reaching out, the Tree of Willowed Blades bursting from the earth with an explosive force. The tree's branches wrapped around Despair, slicing through the void-like being with brutal force. The creature howled as it disintegrated, fading into nothingness.
"Two down," Bruno whispered, but the toll was clear. His magic had drained him further, his body beginning to falter, his movements slower, weaker.
Then Greed appeared, its massive form adorned in gold and jewels, its eyes glowing with a hunger that seemed to devour the very light around it. It reached for everything in sight, its hands outstretched, eager to claim all that it could. But Bruno didn't hesitate. He leapt at the creature with all his might, thrusting Gungnir forward. Greed caught the spear mid-air, its greedy hands wrapping around the shaft, but Bruno was relentless. He twisted, using the creature's own strength against it. With a sickening crack, he slammed his elbow into its face, sending it stumbling back. Before it could recover, Bruno drove Gungnir deep into Greed's heart, the weapon piercing through the creature's core.
"Three down," Bruno grunted, but his body was slowing, his strength waning. The world seemed to be collapsing around him, the very earth shaking with the fury of the cosmic chaos. His mind clouded with worry as he turned hurriedly to find Diana and the remaining two, Bruno got surrounded by three familiar shadows. Bruno felt his mana waning. He couldn't hold his isolated domain any longer. His current emotions made it hard for him to control his mana efficiently. Bruno breathed a sigh, his hands covering his eyes.
"Concepts born from chaos can't be killed. I forgot about that". Bruno smiled as he began to vibrate hazardously. His form, a mix of gold and blue.
"I should have done this sooner". Bruno sighed as he pointed his finger towards them. In that instant, an eclipse was shown in the vast, starry sky, and three dark shadows appeared, each facing against the concepts as he left to find Diana.