As "Solarium Equinox" finally dimmed, a palpable wave of power that had once held "Eclipse of Infinite Ruin" at bay began to wane, and Fitran felt his body becoming increasingly fragile. "No... I can't lose like this," he muttered, his voice a fragile whisper laced with despair. The vibrant cosmic energy he had once wielded with fierce conviction was now nearly spent, leaving only an echo of its former brilliance. In his battered and drained state, exhaustion coursed through him, threatening to pull him into the abyss. "One more attack... just one," he thought, struggling to rally his spirit even as hope began to slip through his fingers like grains of sand. It was as if the entire universe was drawing back from him, enveloping him in an ever-deepening void, as if space and time had turned their gaze away. Mana—the very essence of his life and strength—remained tantalizingly out of reach, and he felt the seconds of his existence dwindling away. "If this is the end, I will face it with a worthy battle," he vowed silently, even as an icy tendril of fear coiled around his soul.
As Malakothies observed the overwhelming exhaustion etched across Fitran's features, he felt a surge of superiority pulsating through him. "Do you really think you can stop me?" he hissed, his voice dripping with an icy mockery, as if every effort Fitran had exerted had been meticulously predicted and contemptuously dismissed. Behind him loomed an ominous silhouette, wreathed in terrifying dark energy, where Malakothies' eyes sparkled with a sharp glimmer of triumph. A dark aura swirled around him, a profound black interspersed with dancing violet streaks that created waves of dazzling visual distortion, as though the very fabric of reality were beginning to unravel. "All this time, I was ensnared in the shadows, but now, I am finally free!" His laughter erupted, brimming with unrestrained arrogance that echoed in the chilling air. No one could contain his magic now, and nothing could obstruct his path to inevitable victory. With every step, weighed down by the ghost of seething hatred, he lifted both hands once more, summoning every last ounce of energy—even as pain and fatigue clung to him like shackles. In that moment, a cascade of pulsating red lights burst forth from his palms, crackling with a ferocity that seemed to extract power from the very depths of darkness. "You will become a victim of my ambition," Malakothies growled, his eyes glowing ominously like two malevolent stars in a midnight sky. This dark aura conjured tiny green particles that sparkled like lost gems, forming a vibrating circle around him. Time itself seemed to pause, captivated by the palpable atmospheric shift that enveloped them—an invisible threshold signaling the imminent unleashing of supreme, unfathomable power.
"Abyssal Judgment: The Final Requiem"—an ultimate magic that transcends all. As Malakothies begins to chant the ancient spell, a deep, ominous aura envelops him, casting shadows that dance unnaturally around him, creating an atmosphere that feels as if it is holding its breath. "I will sacrifice a million souls for you," he whispers, his voice trembling with fierce determination. The intensity of a deep, celestial blue intertwines with dark, malevolent purple, emanating a mysterious luminescence that colors the surrounding space—a darkness older than the universe itself, timeless and profound. With each word spoken, a chilling burst of pitch-black frost vibrates across the fabric of space and time, creating unsettling distortions in the air, as if the very heavens and earth are trembling to the rhythm of Malakothies's burgeoning power. "You cannot stop me, Fitran! The world will witness your downfall!" "Abyssal Judgment" manifests as a catastrophic fusion of destruction: a flash of blazing crimson slicing through the essence of all that exists, time distortions vibrate with mossy green waves, and arcs of shimmering silver weave through the chaos, all converging towards one focal point—Fitran. Amidst this tempest of energy and destruction, Fitran's indomitable voice emerges, resonating with unwavering courage, "As long as I stand, this darkness will never conquer the light. I am the remaining hope!"
"Abyssal Judgment" is not merely a physical attack; it manifests as a cataclysmic judgment that reverberates through the very essence of existence. The aura of swirling magic enveloping the scene creates an atmosphere thick with menace, a portent of the desolation that looms on the horizon. "Is this the end?" Fitran's voice trembles, each word laced with doubt and trepidation, echoing the tempest of uncertainty raging within him. As the magic ignites with a thunderous intensity, pale gray waves rise ominously, forming a visual void that hungrily devours everything in its vicinity. "When will all of this end?" he laments, his voice growing fainter, almost as though he were pleading with the darkness itself. In the heart of that gloom, a deep crimson light surges forth, engulfing everything, hinting that all that has existed, all that will ever exist, stands on the brink of being ensnared in a sorrowful abyss. Within this oppressive atmosphere, dark vibrations whirl around, entwining with enchantingly sinister grace, a dreadful ballet celebrating the impending annihilation. "This power... I cannot resist it," he gasps in resignation, his words piercing the stifling silence like a fragile shard of glass. This force possesses the terrifying ability to unravel time, twisting the very fabric of reality and replacing the universe with an eerie, eternal stillness, as the expansion of despair stretches wide, reaching out to ensnare every sentient being caught within its relentless grip.
Fitran, drained of mana, stood with his weary body, his limbs feeling almost paralyzed by exhaustion. "I will not give up," he muttered, his voice hoarse yet resonating with unwavering determination, even as his strength ebbed away like the last rays of a setting sun. The entire world around him began to quake with potent energy, a palpable sense of impending destruction swirling in the air. "One more step... I can do this," he thought, struggling to push aside the stinging pain that gripped him. Time itself seemed to dissolve into chaos, the space around him swallowed whole by an overwhelming darkness that clawed at his mind. "This is the last moment—there is no hope left to fight against the tide of destruction approaching," his inner dread whispered menacingly. Yet, amidst that overwhelming despair, Fitran summoned forth a memory far more powerful than mana or magic: the blazing fire of his resolve. "Determination, that is the true power," he whispered fiercely to himself, igniting a flicker of hope amid the encroaching shadows. Although his body was battered and his source of mana all but exhausted, a remarkable force began to surge within him—Voidwright Essence. A shimmering aura radiated a deep crimson light, pulsating with ethereal hints of purple, encircling him like a living tapestry woven from threads of ancient power. "I am not alone," he shouted, his voice resonating with newfound conviction. This was primal energy, emanating not from mere mana or conventional magic, but from the very core of his soul, embodying the essence of his existence forged through struggle and perseverance.
In the almost too-late moments, Fitran concentrated every ounce of his being on a singular focal point, awakening the "Voidwright Heart" deep within him—a genuine embodiment of the profound essence that was the Voidwright. As he did, a mesmerizing dark blue aura emanated from him, shimmering with ethereal silver sparkles, enveloping his form like a celestial cocoon. The swirling energy created a wave of vibrations that rippled through the very fabric of the surrounding area. Anxiety, one of the emotions that had haunted him, flickered in his mind, yet he steadied himself and whispered, "I will not let the darkness defeat me. It's time to prove that hope still exists." Drawing upon an inexhaustible source of energy that transcended the known world, he set forth the magnificent "Aetherial Rebirth"—a remarkable form of magic designed to combat existential threats by transforming his very essence. As the incantation resonated through the air, the sky above him ignited into a vivid violet hue, illuminated by sparkling flashes of light, as if celestial stars themselves were being drawn toward the core of his being. With every deliberate word he enunciated, the atmosphere quaked violently, creating a mesmerizing visual distortion that seemed to tug everything into his radiant circle of energy. Amid the swirling chaos, Fitran's heart throbbed with fierce determination, and he proclaimed with conviction, "For all that I love, I will stop you!"
From the surrounding darkness, silhouettes emerged: Rinoa, Iris, and a woman with shimmering golden hair, appearing as if they were made of the very light itself.
With every ounce of strength he could muster, Fitran unleashed the outer layer of "Voidwright Heart." "I will not allow you to destroy everything I love!" he shouted, his voice resonating with fierce determination. Cosmic energy surged around him as he wove an intricate net of brilliant light, forming a magnificent shield against "Abyssal Judgment: The Final Requiem." The space surrounding him was suffused with a vibrant, deep blue luminescence, which enveloped the shield in a soothing vibration, crafting spiraling patterns reminiscent of the unfurling petals of a gargantuan flower unfurling across the galaxies. "You will not win, Malakothies," he whispered, almost reverently, as if addressing the very air itself. "As long as I stand, hope remains." This protection transcended the physical realm; it reached deep into the core of the universe, resisting the violent fragmentation of time and space that Malakothies sought to shatter. A golden aura began to coalesce and shimmer around him, creating an illusion of a boundless space filled with radiant energy. "Try harder," he dared, as the unleashed magic collided with the shield, striking with a force capable of fracturing reality itself, casting a glaring red light that depicted haunting images of destruction.
However, "Aetherial Rebirth" stood firm against the onslaught, skillfully deflecting each shard that threatened its ethereal form. "Do you think this is the end? Not yet!" they shouted defiantly, their voices resonating with a fierce challenge to the looming destruction. A soft, shimmering purple aura began to envelop Fitran like a mystical haze, its gentle light absorbing every surge of negative energy that cascaded down upon them, like a relentless storm. Gradually, this boundless energy began to merge, flowing gracefully through the cosmic layers surrounding them, weaving a tapestry of tranquility amidst the chaos. Dark green hues weaved in and out like tendrils of a calming balm, soothing the disturbed dimensions. "I will not give up!" Fitran cried out, his spirit igniting with an unwavering resolve despite teetering on the brink of collapse. Clinging fiercely to their unyielding determination, they summoned a gentle yet powerful white light that surged forth, dispelling the encroaching shadows with an unparalleled purity, lighting up the desolation around them.
Malakothies felt a profound despair wash over him, the weight of his failure sinking in as he realized that "Abyssal Judgment" was unable to crush Fitran's unwavering resistance. "Why... why can't I defeat him?" he hissed, each word laced with a tremor of anger and frustration. Despite wielding nearly limitless power, he sensed that this was the end of the battle, and panic spiraled within him. "This can't be happening!" he screamed, his voice echoing like a thunderclap as he gazed helplessly at the Shield formed by Voidwright Essence, which flowed like an endless stream of liquid light, neutralizing the encroaching darkness cast by Abyssal Judgment. Every spell unleashed by Fitran glimmered in a captivating aura of bluish-green, radiating a soft yet frightening luminescence that danced across the battlefield. "You cannot win, Fitran," Malakothies declared, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "I will shatter your hopes." The energy around him shimmered with a magical allure, a force that seemed resolute and unwilling to be relinquished. This mesmerizing aura, with its ever-changing intensity, produced visual waves that rippled through the air, disrupting the very fabric of the surrounding space. Shadows twisted and contorted, as if drawn into the vortex of chaos generated by his formidable power. "I will not give up... not now," Fitran replied, his voice trembling yet infused with newfound conviction, a beacon of determination shining through his wavering resolve.
This battle, though far from over, has unveiled a profound truth: Fitran's power transcends mere magic or mana—it is the very essence of his being, a ferocious vitality capable of responding even amidst total destruction. "I won't let you win!" Fitran exclaimed, his voice unwavering as he pronounced the incantation, infusing the charged atmosphere around them with a renewed energy. With every spell uttered, the landscape morphed; vibrant colors surged forth, clashing violently with the encroaching darkness of Abyssal Judgment, amplifying the tension in the air. "There's only one way to end this!" his opponent replied defiantly, a deep purple aura emanating from their looming attack, casting sharp shadows that threatened to envelop Fitran's own brilliant, teal blue energy. The clash between these formidable forces erupted into a breathtaking explosion of light, reminiscent of fireworks breaking against the night sky, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle that juxtaposed the beauty of the moment with the horror of the unfolding chaos. For a fleeting instant, Fitran hesitated, the weight of his thoughts heavy upon him: "If I lose, all hope will be lost… no, I will fight until the end!"