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Humans, in their quest to understand the world, had created these rules to define their surroundings. In doing so, they limited their own potential, restricted their own growth, and when they could not understand, when they could not find the strength to comprehend, they sought to create even more rules to define what little they did know. Questions that should never have been asked hung in their thoughts, and when mankind could make no sense of them, could no longer define them, they sought an end to the question itself.
Nyx had answered their call. She had descended to give them her own answer to that question. Death was the meaning of life, the ultimate end, and even as he fought her on that last battlefield, she had lamented over the fact. Saddened not at the loss of life she was about to cause, but at the loss of potential of what could have been.
For potential never followed rules. Never followed laws. Instead, it merely shaped them to its will.
The new presence in his mind was loud and boisterous. It laughed in approval at what he was doing, lent him its power, and pumped once empty veins with red hot blood.
Dimly, he was aware that things had not stayed idle. The Fallen had chosen to attack, and the air was thick with flung spears. Even they knew what he was doing, what he was so close to achieving, and in desperation they selected him as the target. They were failing because the others were protecting him. Like his hearing, his vision had become a former mockery of what it once was, but he could still see. In flickering imagery burned into his mind he saw them all around him, defending him and what he was striving to do.
Irina and Xenovia, side by side, cutting down any of the foe who lunged too close. The Knights Templar in front of them, turning aside hurled light spears with their halberds and armor, sacrificing their own bodies to prevent them from reaching him. Those that sank to their knees with shafts of light protruding from their forms got up again, for Asia was at the back, healing them, erasing any and all damage, gentle features scrunched up in determined concentration. Kiba dueled with a Fallen Angel wearing a black cloak, and in a series of masterful strokes worthy of song and legend, decapitated his opponent in a plume of spraying blood. Akeno and Rias had taken to the air. Lightning forked. Bolts of black energy smote and smashed. Pure destruction rained down from their hands and popped Fallen Angels like blisters. Beneath them, Koneko plied her deadly trade, mauling all those who slipped past.
And not only them. The rest as well. Sona had sent her own peerage into the fray, and in savage individual clashes that were too many for him to count, hurled their opponents back. Tsubaki, her Queen, carved a bloody path to fight by Kiba's side, and together they left writhing, defeated bodies all around them. A small darting form buzzed in the air. Mittelt, cackling with glee, flung projectiles of light that were so transparent they couldn't be seen, yet exploded with the strength of thrown grenades. On the ground, Kalawarner stood, legs entrenched firmly into the earth. Her chosen weapon was a light spear, but she did not throw them like the rest. Instead, it became a lance in her hands, thrusting and impaling into corrupted bodies, pinning them to the ground like wriggling insects. Beside her was Dohnaseek, guarding the rear, and when lone enemies sought to flank, he savaged them with his blade.
And finally Issei. The boy was ahead of all the others, Boosted Gear clenched into a fist. The crimson gauntlet burned with draconic fury and wherever it struck, wounds singed and smoked, courtesy of the beast within.
A tempest of battle surrounded him, and he was in the middle, calm in the eye of the storm.
A single spear threatened the peace. Its sides were jagged with protrusions, serrated with spiked points. It burned with unholy hatred, the surface alight with vengeful flames. Even in his half-aware state he could feel the sheer power that had been put behind the creation of the weapon.
Kokabiel, anger written on his monstrous features pointed it at him and hurled it with all his strength.
They scattered. The projectile seared everything in its path, turned the very ground beneath it into slag, and they could no more stand against it than a man could a crashing tide. They broke away and shouted for him to do the same. He watched it loom closer, still subconsciously calling, still in the midst of completing the task he had set out to do. Like a heat-seeking missile it drove home and detonated in his face.
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