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The rain fell like meteors on a barren planet. The trees were few and scattered on the vast plain. Craters and boulders; debris the size of cars lay thrown haphazardly on the scorched earth like Armageddon. In the distance, a once proud city now stood crumbling after a fierce hurricane. It was not just on this vast plain that destruction reign, all around the entire world, cities and towns lay in smoldering heaps, razed to the ground. The sun shown clear with a darkened red sky, telling of those killed in the Great War. The remaining droplets of a once unified nation lay in tatters, their armies scattered and few. In a time of certain extinction, all the nations had banded together to fight an evil they had no hope of defeating. Was it not for one hero born of special blood, abandoned to save the future of the universe, the Darkness would have surely reigned.

On one of these scorched fields of trees and debris, stood two powerful figures that were the cause of all these decades of war and destruction. The figure that stood out the most was the one swathed in a dark aura. It moved like flames possessed by an unnatural anger. The black cloak fluttered in the breeze, tainted by blood and the souls of the dead. The creatures of the dark brought forth by such a figure could only be described as hideous and without feeling.

What had surprised the combatant was that he was fighting his sister. She had disappeared when he was twenty, the cause unknown except for a small fight now nearly forgotten. Her face is covered in numerous scars won and lost from arduous battles in the past. Her skin is tinted slightly purple/black, whether from a powerful possession or intense hate.

The sister's adversary, her brother, is no ordinary human; he is the Protector of Earth. He stands bravely on the opposite side of the field; monsters lay in a loose circle in a messy heap around his feat. He is dressed in a vibrant blue, white, and gold robe. Blue cuffs around the sleeve and gold embroidery run down the narrow cape of his back. His hair is mostly white, hued with silver and some black while his pants have elegant dragons running down the sides.

In his left hand is a staff of unknown origin with a dragon resting on top, the color a faint yellow gold with a silvery tipped tail and a blue/green body. The staff is now exchanged for a sword in his right hand. The sword is also not an ordinary sword, but a combination of diamond and Aluminum with a hint of a foreign metal. The hilt is inlaid with magic spells of preservation and strength; the blade never breaking or getting dull. The handle represents a dragon's tail split in two, with the mouth open at the end, holding a silver/white crystal.

The wind blows lightly sideways, rustling the hero's robes into the air. The tension could make any hardened military man crack. The first word since the start of the long and arduous battle is now uttered onto deaf ears.

"Lira! You can still stop this. I know there is still good in you. It does not have to end this way; it can still be stopped, please! Just listen to me!" Colby said in a futile attempt of persuasion, his face scrunched up with worry and sadness while wringing his body desperately.

With no compassion, the sister laughs maliciously. "Why brother, you know as well I do that we are beyond the point of no return." She said while spreading her arms. "My master's will is my own; this planet will belong to the Darkness!" She shouts while raising her arms into the sky. "It is you who should be trembling before me." She now lowers her arms only to point an accusing finger at her brother. "Give up, it's lost already. Your allies have fallen and the world is in ruins." Lira replied with a smirk, still laughing menacingly.

The hero murmured to himself, "Then I will have to end it before it can begin" He responded in a dispassionate air. No sooner had he spoken those words then when he also said aloud, "Then this is the end sister."

The hero, putting his sword away, slowly raised his hands into fists and crosses his arms before beginning his last move. The ground slowly starts to tremble, the hero's eyes shut tight in intense concentration as sweat starts to appear in earnest. Small rocks begin to rise as the blue, gold and white robes of the hero start to flap with the gradual rise of power. As he prepares to unleash a final attack, his sister starts to worry.

"Hmm?" she said, raising a thoughtful eyebrow. "Wait, what are you doing, you fool!" Lira shouts in surprise, throwing her hands forth with palms face up.

The power now starts to rise dramatically as all the debris and strewn heaps of fallen corpses now rise off the ground, slowly being compressed with a great force. Realizing what her brother intends to do, she tries to deter him. "Brother! Stop it; you will destroy us both if you continue this. No matter what you do, the Darkness will rise!" she said while flailing her arms in a useless gesture.

Lira then materialized a shadow blade of immense power in her right hand. The sword is writhed in black shadows, so no one truly ever knows it design. The true nature and purpose of the blade is not as intended. The hero will soon know the pain and agony of the Soul Reaper.

"This world has known enough pain already. I would rather have it end on my terms than yours!" yelled the hero, opening his eyes with fierce determination and a cascade of sweat pouring down his face while he focuses the last of his power into his final attack.

"Then I will end your life quicker" she said harshly, running at full speed with the black sword raised and face oddly calm with serenity.

A faint, white glowing sphere starts to encircle the hero in raw magical energy, the debris now crushed into small rocks. All over the world, the continents start to shift at an alarmingly fast rate, huge fissures opening all over the planet while massive tsunamis devastate the coasts and deep inland. The smoke created from countless fires now hangs heavy in the air, even blocking the red hued sky, plunging the earth into a final pitch-black night. The responsibility and sense of duty looms heavily over the heroes mind. The gravity of the situation is as hard to bear as having to kill one's own kin. Lava starts to flow rapidly out from the widening cracks in the earth while cities are drowned under massive waves of water and debris.

As the villain sprinted forward in a futile attempt to end her brother's life, the white raw sphere of energy and power have now completely engulfed the hero and starts to rip apart the ground violently wherever it touches with a sparkling brilliance near its edges. Just as the villain began to penetrate the white field of energy, it starts to warp and distend the sword. The hero now breaths his last few breaths and culminates his hidden reserves to destroy the earth and his sister.

The blade now penetrates the hero's armored robes, plunging him into agony and pain worse than death. The white energy field slows the speed of the strike but increases the pain felt by the hero and villain as the white field exerts a force akin to a black hole on the villains arm. The hero pants heavily through the pain and tries to concentrate on the last part of his move.

At the last second before destruction, the villain changes the angle of attack after planting both feet within the field and slashing diagonally upright, not spilling any blood, but murderously tearing away his souls. Not just one but multiple personalities leaving him just with strength, of which he now relies heavily on. The pain is almost too much to bear, a constant barrage of needles burying into his mind, but the intense training of the last two hundred years has further hardened his skills beyond that of a Protector.

Having only one characteristic of strength left, he delves deep within himself to find a hidden reserve of energy as strong as a dragon. The white energy field turns silver with sparks of gold flame fluttering into the wind. In one moment, the earth subtly compresses in on itself, and then explodes with the power of a supernova. In the distance of space, a silver shooting star flashes across the vast trek of space, and then blacks out...