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“I was wondering what would break first.

Their spirit,

Or your body.”

With a thunderous crack that dared to billow and break the clouds that lingered overhead, the bones in a woman's spine shift, daring to chip and possibly splinter as her back arches over an armored man's metal knee. The ground beneath his boot cratering several inches into the earth as the cliff of soaked white grows even more unstable. The world itself held still, the only thing shifting was the sickly warm breeze that danced like a ghost light in the distance.

Rasped breaths escape her quivering lungs as Belladonna's heart thunders away in her chest, beating rapidly as her sight falls upon her allies as they shimmer behind a collapsing gate that lead to their world... her world. The world that seems an eon’s reach away from her now as she seemingly hangs on the balance of life and death. The world that once held anything and everything she held dear... Where her friends waited for her... where her sisters needed her...

Home.

The frightened faces of each and everyone present.... all of them, Malika, Luke, Nenet, Lily, S'ento, Konnor, Fiona, Gaz and even the Creator's... All of them burned into her mind as the time between the seconds dwindle, fading into a foggy memory as the spike of pine rose immensely, the feeling of her nerves tearing, severing, bones breaking and muscles straining all shot and course through her body as the fleeting feeling of her senses began to short-circuit.

Her body bends unnaturally so as the portal closes, the tear in reality shriveling into nothing, and the cold breeze of a world away from worlds is nothing but a memory, leaving her in a blinding blight where the heavens chokes upon the world below in a hell-ridden fashion. Fingers grew numb as her limbs grew limp, and the weight of her body was tossed over his knee and onto the ground.

Dizzying eyes fall upon his helmet as he looms over her, hands trying to grasp at his boots while she tries to muster the strength to give him an enduring and cocky smile, knowing her sacrifice kept her comrades... her friends safe. To know that... even should her fate be granted its end here, it was understanding that her sacrifice was for the greater good, just as it always was, and ever will be.

...I did it...

"With your Morphers... I will finally transcend this hell and find my place among gods."

...They're... safe...

His words echo triumphantly as smoke billows out from the smoldering battleground with no clear victor from the battle of attrition in sight save for him and him alone at the cliff's edge, an iron-clad and battle-scarred boot resting upon Bella's heaving chest. Through clenched teeth he hisses. "Tch." And he moves to kick her hand off his boot before going to turn.

...Whatever comes next...

Even now Belladonna's sight begins to blur, colors fading one by one, draining into an inky black well that stole away her thoughts. The scent of smoking ruin drifts as each passing breath makes itself heavier and heavier, blinding hell-filled heavens and cloudy shapes take all that they could of her sight as the world fades away slowly.

...I accept...

Yet, as it fades the blinding lights shimmer and shift, as the rush of darker colors move beyond her sight. The faint and seemingly distant sounds of cannons fire away into the muffled fog her mind as the looming shape above her staggers and falls into nothing. From the far side of what she could barely see, shapes move in mass towards her. A peculiar and new shadow lingers above her now, leaning down now slowly, blocking the blinding light with a warm darkness. The faintest yet eerily familiar scent of faded lilac and drifting cinnamon greets her, guiding her into the lingering dark...

...With open arms...

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Somewhere in Dalmasca now, Germán sits upon a weathered bench, sun-bleached wooden table between him in his dirtied robes and an cloaked woman across from him. Her smooth and lightly dusted ears pinning back against the top of her hood, rising above the cut holes of her cloak, slightly dusting off the sand that lingers.

“-- So once again, I thank you for coming this way.” He says quietly, his voice still slightly hoarse, not having fully recovered. A hand rises to rest on his beard, exhaling low with a nod.

“When you sent word that things had... gone awry, I didn’t expect it to be that bad.” The viera replies with a shrug, her hands resting atop the beaten and splintered table, fingers sitting atop a pair of well worn drum mallets.

“Unfortunately so... So please... prepare yourself....”

With a nod, the woman stands up, shedding her cloak and handing him back the garbs, folding them away before she released. “...Time for the drums to roll and wind to blow, don’t you think?”

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