The time was near, the last of the origin-verse forces prepared themselves for a final battle. They knew it was naught to be a dream to survive this hell, this nightmare. Even so, they clung to a hope, if all fails, that he would reclaim his birthright one day. Thinking of Kinas Agoud, how they could feel his soul watching, unable to be there, they knew a gambit was on the horizon.

  As Douga Kinas approached, it thought deep within the abyss of his false soul still playing the part of the weapon.

  As Douga Kinas neared, the Armada remnants began their bombardment, this was not effective the monster, this weapon, abomination shrugged it off. The approach was gentle, yet the dread was palpable, and the sight of a mournful man’s face appeared in the minds of all those who fought. This was the moment they knew, they would die here, yet they felt calm, the fear washed away by a gentle voice. “I am sorry for what I must do, this gambit, this charade, all of it shall come undone one day, and salvation will be ours.” It was kind, those words. Some would lie down their weapons and accept their fate, some would fight unwilling to go without a fight, and others, they would harken onto him.

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  It was quick, the end, the devouring storm of flesh tide and calcified bone It was not violent, lengthy, or suffering filled as it once was. Instead it was a peaceful crunch, yes everyone was given a quick and violent end, but no suffering was had, mercy in the truest since. Their voices and cries added to the symphony within the abyss of Kreist Haizen, who masquerades as Douga Kinas for now he or rather it waits for the time to strike.

  “It is near, yes, it is coming.” A symphony of voices reign out within the abyss. A light blighted and a Darkness sanctified dwell within, the parents of Kinas Agoud, they speak as one “Our son, split in two, may the coil of suffering two halves, bring forth the future our child would have had. May he find the meaning to become what was meant to be. Nightmares will never end, but the Dreams shall come!” A prayer, a dream, and a hope that would lead to the birth of all truly desired within the abyss