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No theme for this chapter, so on, so on.

Tabuu’s Point of View.

Reaching mastery meant I had access to 100% of Cyria’s power at all times, and I didn’t have to use commands to use Howl or manipulate the shards anymore. Everything could be used like they were an extension of my own body. The same applied to Nalia. We’d both reached power bordering on absolute.

I’d become quite proficient with using Murzon in battle, as well.

Night had fallen over the black city. Nalia was completely unstoppable in his element. Shadows allow Nalia an endless well of energy, instant teleportation, an extension of his senses...

“Nalia,” I said, “I’ll handle this. You patch MCD here up and get him back into the fight.”

Nalia nodded, grabbed MCD and his weapon, and disappeared into the night.

Willy’s face was twisted with rage.


He roared, and lunged for me.

As the angry second-in-command troll came for me, I knew that this was going to be one of the hardest fights in my life.

I smirked.

I was about to have so much fun.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Resolutions (Part One)

The King

Nalia’s Point of View.

I handled business with MCD quickly, then locked onto Ruin’s power signature. He was inside of the Vault, near the entrance. Using the darkness, I dropped from the ceiling beside him, and our eyes met as he struck down the last of his attackers.

“Brother...” he muttered.

Without a word, I hugged my younger brother to me tightly, and allowed myself to cry.

“Alex told me everything,” I said, “come on, Cecil.”

We pulled back, and he smiled. Not the psychotic smile he’d been using for so long, not the sarcastic one that he was in love with- no, a smile. Just like when we were younger. My little brother stared up at me.

He conjured his blades and I prepared my scythe as I looked at the incoming wave of enemies.

We smirked.

We were brothers again, no more questions asked.

Tabuu’s Point of View.

Willy was incredibly powerful. Over the year, he had reached a level near Evoltsul’s own, and if not for me reaching Mastery, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.

As it was, I was still having some trouble fighting him.

His reaction time was absolutely incredible. He dodged my every move with grace, blocked and parried effortlessly, dodged attacks from Murzon’s shadows and the shards- he was the strongest opponent I’d ever faced.

“Would you fucking listen to me!?” I shouted, slashing at him. He blocked, and we pushed against each others guards in a fierce weapon lock.

“You’re a murderer,” he shouted, “you killed my best friend! That is unforgivable!”

“I didn’t want to kill him!” I screamed back, “He was under Evoltsul’s control!”

Liar!” Willy shouted.

He broke through my guard and stabbed me through the stomach.

I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him to me, face-to-face.

“I’m not lying to you,” I said, “and I didn’t want to kill him.”

I transferred my memories to him, and his eyes widened in shock.

“I’m sorry...” he muttered.

“I didn’t want to kill him.” I repeated.

He pulled the sword out of me, and I healed almost immediately after.

He looked back at me.

“But you did.”

In a flash, he was gone.

Nalia’s Point of View.

Cecil and I proved to be an excellent team. We easily mowed down the masses of enemies that came for us, and in no time whatsoever, we’d made it to the throne room.

Twin thrones resided atop a large red carpet at the back of the long room. Some steps went up that ascended to them. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all the same dull metal color as the rest of the Vault.

In the throne to the left sat Evoltsul, reclined back, smirking at us.

In the one to the right sat a young man with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and tanned skin, holding a large sword.

The legendary blade, Sin, forged by the founders of the royal family that granted immortality to the Kings and Family Heads. It possessed a level of consciousness, but not quite like Cyria or Celeste.

The blonde-haired man was in pure white WikiMedian robes, and he looked rather bored.

“Who are you?” King Bradley asked.

“We are the Cynd brothers,” Cecil said, “Nalia and Cecil Cynd.”

“Why are you here?” Bradley’s voice boomed.

“To kill you.” my brother and I said in unision.

“I see.”

He stood from his throne.

“Nalia,” Cecil said, “this fight will have heavy light usage. You won’t be able to do much here. Go out and help your friends.”

“Evoltsul,” Bradley said, “follow him.”

In a flash, I was out of the room, with my Grandfather hot on my tail.

I trusted my family to defeat the family heads, and I trusted my brother to take down the WikiMedian King.

I believed in him.

Stooben’s Point of View.

Wielding the Pick of Destiny, I played my guitar to summon magic spells, rain down meteors, transform into different weapons, use my signature blue paralyzing and burning fire, and even cause small earthquakes and controlled tornadoes.

I was using the Power of Rock in full force to kick a large amount of troll and WikiMedian ass.

Nalia went past me for a second, and then I saw Evoltsul. He’d been in pursuit of Nalia, but he stopped when he saw me, smirked, and started walking towards me.

“Porple!” I shouted.

The giant Bowser roared, sending a massive ball of magma at Evoltsul.

There was a huge explosion, and when the smoke cleared, it revealed Evoltsul’s flaming Oni statues.

The white fire Oni used a large shield, guarding Evoltsul from all harm.

The black flame Oni used a flaming sword.

The two had to be destroyed before we could get to Evoltsul.

Porple began battle with the black Oni, and I looked up at the white one. There was no way I could take it alone.

Suddenly, bone-colored blade tendrils shot for the Oni’s shield and caused a massive amount of damage to it.

Turning around, I saw Junemarie Blusk, wielding the released version of Miero- the God Hand, a black gauntlet that allowed manipulation of gravity, the fabric of reality, and elemental and light/dark energy.

She was standing on Skell’s back, placing the God Hand over his back, charging his tendrils with different kinds of energy that was sent flying at the regenerating shield.

In the distance, I saw Alex and Walkazo begin helping Porple fight the black Oni, using wind and fire elegantly together, flying through the air, and sending massive columns of fire at their opponent.

The fight was on.