Everything in the world has a purpose - no, not just the world but the whole universe. Roles have been assigned whether it be directly or indirectly, distinctive or indistinctive to every single existence. Mind my use of 'existence' not 'living organism'. This is of the fact that words like living or dead applies to the substances or matter that possess life - but the word 'existence' ranges to a much broader realm , applying to even our whole universe at large. Not just the living but both the life and the lifeless, as in even a stone or a Radier-based drifter or even a whole planet at large scale is worthy of being deemed as an existence.

If that's the case, then just as how a living being can cross to soulless, so then how exactly does an existence cease to exist?

Yes, your thinking is that for a stone you just have to send it flying straight into a pond, right?- no , that still doesn't satisfy the criterion of universal non-existence due to the fact that such might cease to exist in your scope of eye view but still does exist on a wider sight outside your view.

You might also make the assumption that :"ok, all I have to do for the stone to relieve existence is to grind it to dust, isn't that so?", Wrong again.The statues of the stone still remains however as a different more negligible form of existence , one that not many people will consider as so.

Then what exactly is true extinction if I might as again? Simple . In only two words - TOTAL OBLITERATION.

But how could such a feat possibly be even imaginable ? you may ask . The answer lies at the Grand and decided authority of an ancient occurrence, a being whose existence can never be quenched, a god yet a creature in physical, with age rivalrous to that of the stars, a force of nature in itself, the finite infinite - unlimited. It's work, it's speciality, it's results .....

The dry earth crackled and wavered intensely, uncontrollably like a dry clay, resulting to lots of man-size chasms branching at various angles tearing at the earth like striations. It's surface being anything but smooth and leveled as flakes of grasses and earth matter were displaced and dispersed violently into the atmosphere.The earth groaned and rumbled in pain as the disturbance worsened, barely able to withstand the ongoing upheaval wasting away at it's surface.

Hundreds. Yes, more than one thousand two hundred human automatons - bionic organisms, were deployed from the humongous radier-engined waver called - The Modem. Ten drifters trailed slowly but steadily at it's behind ,all creating air current that swept away at the dense dark clouds.

The Modem - elongated and in semblance to an airship, with the exemption of being about a hundred time in size. It's almost mercury- like, sterling silver plated body gave of an eerie appearance totally standing out from the swirling , storming atmosphere. The waver( Modem)was supported in the air by Radier-powered field generators situated at it's underside, echoing blue circular waves of hyper-frequency enough to graze an entire mansion off its foundation. It glided steadily almost serenely, in the deep clouds that tried in vain to conceal most of it's voluminous presence, making almost no noise like a slowly approaching terror of the sky, except for the strained workings of the generators giving off noises similar to the screeching of a metal fork on iron- extremely loud up close and very disturbing,Yes.

It exuberate an aura of war, gliding gently in zigzag pathways like the movement of a paramecium - but very, very slow.

The automatons were lunched from numerous circular and swollen metallic lines of symmetry from the Waver - streaks of faint radiation and gas gave way from the numerous holes formed like a dent as the cybernetic organisms were lunched non-stop like a gunshot with no recoil. They went diving straight, piercing through the great blanket of swirling grey cotton that covered the sky like missiles, the atmosphere wreaked with the stench of metals.

These automatons were initially like numerous drops of conical thorns, drilling through the dense clouds which as soon as gravity deport them straight into the dry earth floor - etching lots of crater in the earth with smoke and dust suspended above - the said cybernetics will cause the spread of their bodies from it's compressed conical state. Their artificial bodies morphing into arrays of complicated shapes, with lots of metal plates and cables trying in success to inter-connects. Rows of rod metals curved into rib cages carrying stripes of radier vessels containing it's precious luminous fluids; slim but sturdy Sonic silver alloy plate encapsulated some parts of the wired body with the exemption of the side of their ribs and shoulder bearing miniature wind turbines for cooling during the rigorous activities they're about to undergo, which is their first and may as well be their last - their smooth plates reflecting a nice sheen effect.

They, of more than a thousand stood firmly atop the stressed earth with zero emotion, only that of fulfilling their creator's wishes. Yes, their creator. With a distance of about a thousand meter above the sparse grassy earth far above the atmosphere, the figure stooped confidently over the top of a moving drifter , human arm crisscrossed over cybernetic arm as he watched the unfoldings taking place far below. His soot and oil stained labcoat flailing wildly in the sky wind and a gravity defier perched onto his back resembling a jetpack - he watches the unfoldings below - Surprisingly, with a smile gradually growing at the corner of his right lips - a proud grin. He knew all he has to do was to send his signals via infra-radiation for the massacre to commence, not war to begin; yet he still waited ,waited for the liegua force to bring their utmost best. Oh! he loved a good challenge, he cherished them.

After more than sixty slow second of no action, he brought out an old geared pocket watch from his innate pocket, it flashed the time to his shadowed face revealing a rolling bionic eye etched by his forehead with lots of entwined blue wires running along the undersurface of his skin. He immediately hurled the chained watch back within his ruined labcoat : "about time", he thought, "After their complete annihilation, all that be left, be it to get damn stuff...... Purplestar "he thought . He hastely raised his one cybernetic arm, horizontal over the whole area of spoiled space and air in front of him.The army he controlled down at earth were smaller than ants from his view. He could feel the heat and the flow of the " luminous fluid" along the interwoven and inter coiled, snake- like translucent pipes, wiring roughly around the length of his raised bionic arm right from his core at his chest blazing blue heat in the dullness of the sky.

With a full ****** of his arm ,and a semi-radio voice which boomed not from his mouth but at at a device perched on his throat, he yelled in deep concentration, " SIGNAL BOUNCER: radier infra- flexion! ", at that instant, in less than the click of a finger, ashes of whitish blue radiation and sparks burst forth in the form of a large explosion - a large outburst of blinding light and white smoke. It blasted down the sky like the eruption from a volcano .

The expression of having a silver lining in despair literally happened. Portions of the dark ,vortex- like cloud was stained in glowing white for a moment of time before the effect gradually dissipated. The streams of light raged at high intensity and wavelength, coursing through from the cloud, momentarily darkening the whole earth plain.

Then it finally occured- the area below the atmosphere , not exempting the bionic men were bath in the barrage of gas and radiation resembling millions of tiny arrows of light and Lectro air.

Great tearing noise of Lectro current pierced into the already beaten earth shattering the whole area causing more irregular striations and rifts like whiplines, to wreck the ground.

Truely, with a great outpour such as that, nothing was expected to stand unscratched, in one piece. Not even the sorry earth - but,

Shadows. yes, shadows in the wafting white gas creeped all around, becoming visible . They then turned discernable as human- like silhouette. More visible as indistinct metal creatures designed using human morphology. Their stumps on the sorry earth floor and clatter of their body parts stemed through the quietness- becoming louder, becoming unbecoming to the ear. Yes, they were like a menace taking the form of rows of cybernetic persons: warriors. Gas strolled from their sleek Sonic silver surface in addition to little sparks, their marching reverberated and thundered from the vandalized patches of grassland down to the core of the beaten earth creating a mini-earthquake.

From afar, deep in the swirling vortex clouds, the robots perceived the signature voice of their creator , unmistakable for for any other: " oh! my children of war, move ONWARDs!", he cried, his voice diped in estasy.

They stormed and they raged like puppets, arms and knees swinging like a wild vigorous war machines which they are . Their radier core engine embedded at their chest gave off faint blue emittion , combusting for energy at high efficiency while expending radier fluid, and as they dashed forward their weight stabilizer boots left their deep marks despite the hardness of the soil, signaling their high mass.

Embedded with numerous sensors of different functions, one 'rolling' cybernetic eyes scanned the whole area of wrecked grassland for their target, giving off sophisticated combinations of EM-radiations as they shifted the joints of their necks to and fro. At their creator's signal, their field distortion weapons were brandished.

Though from afar these weapons might seem paltry - mistake not, for these are radier-strengthened weapons radiating faint yet still extreme fields around the 'action areas' of their weapons.

At the opposing or rather, the resisting side some kilometers of dry grasslands away from the incoming menance, High chief Yanagi addresses the army he leads. with flailing white beards hiding most of his face and a skull having a hairless center. He stood as a tall warrior - blood shot eyes, palms held into a fist and his weight stabilizer boots digging deep into the rectangular rock slab acting as a platform on which he and other aging high chief stood; chief Marcom, Avlin, Hoyodo, Rhodio and.... ment. Vaisa Albet. They gave off an aura of determination, responsibility, chivalry and bravery - as they perched both hands behind their lower back in attention. Tang suit and armour emanating strange lustre.

After more than a minute of steel silence with only the melody of the wind and thunder colouring the atmosphere,he finally spoke: "great rayfighters of the liegua defence force, I make my stand here and now carrying with me all my decades of experience and gruesome training all for this awaited yet dreaded day" he paused, and roamed his eagle eyes, testing the determination of the hundreds of rayfighters gathered presently in a large uniform square formation extending more than a hundred feet in horzon. Some shuddered, others cowered under his sharp gaze while a few stood their ground with pushed out chests. The high chief creased his brows and went further :"although 'great' as we labelled ourselves is no small labelling and can only be truly earned by proving ourselves in the actual battle about to be ignited. Our most beloved, the citadel himself of the light earthin and our Lord Liege have done his utmost best to fortify us with all our needs for these day. Therefore...", he trailed off, momentarily shuting his eyes in deep concentration, eye lids shaking feverishly. The sorry Ray fighters could only exchange glances with each other unsure of what to do. Before one of them in the frontline came up to intervene - he winged his eyes wide open again, more blood vessels penetrated his eyes giving him a wild and slightly angry look: "therefore, I say it's a disgrace to his mightiness to bring home defeat !", The army all yelled war cries in applause, with hoarse voices and veined neck , even spittles and sweat sprayed in the air. Yes, the high chief, if there was anything he's exemptionally good at would be his way of rioting and manipulating the emotions of a gathering to his desired - off course exempting the almost unreachable prowess and dexterity he possess as a ray fighter. Even though he long ago pasted his prime, his voice and twitching muscles still radiated some of his remaining youth vigour. He caresses his loose beard , looking down at the youths and nodded lightly in silent satisfaction. There might still be hope, he thought, but even hope and luck has its limit. Hope can't perform miracles. Darn it! , where is he.

He continued all the while not letting his countenance display his feeling of unease and doubts, even adding with a raised fist and increased voice : "We face an enemy not new to us in recognition, but strange and very confidential in their wretched plots. Centuries have we tried over and over again to put a smilling conclusion to this war ,and centuries have we failed. But now.... now we settle this!",

"Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho!" , the army of the liegua screamed , their war spirit boiling in estacy and impatience, plates of metals and weight stabilizer boots, all clattered as their wearers moved in fervour a little out of order. The other chiefs silently stood behind him observing in amusement and wonder how he easily restored their feeling of anxiety and fear to that of courage. The chiefs applauded silently in respect-

"This field is no place for cowards who hide behind their wife's protection, scared of some dogs. Am I to believe otherwise !?" He asked,

" Definitely not! " they replied. Arms coated in Tang suit and silver gauntlet punched the air ,

"So, then I believe the people gathered around me are all ready to -" their vigour was cut short by the violent noise of thunder which permeated straight to their brain and didn't cease. Thunder?

Off course it wasn't thunder, but something a whole lot worse. They are here.

The chief swiftly turned around , so did the other chiefs,

" Oh my nine gods !" a chief by his right side, Ment.Vaisa stifled. It's a hundred times worse than before, she thought as her eyeballs twittered.

From afar, 3 kilometers away from their position, at the border of vegetation, 'flying trees' were seen. The so-called thunder noise originated from the rain forest before their eyes . The disturbance seemed to be steadily growing more disturbing. But that isn't What took them by surprise.

Off course it's only natural that you at least have some idea of the foe you face in battle, true. Yet, their predicament is quite different because the whole army was a little taken off guard by the 'time' at which their enemy raged in, to start the collision -

" ALL PREPARE FOR COLLISION !" , High chief Yanagi commanded the army he leads at the top of his voice. The army of rayfighters all hastily went back into their formation most of them had not any weapon held as they themselves were the weapon, their body, wielded by the Lia of the liegua. The few that had weapons such as a katana or .. had to be of extremely high dexterity, as this purge they're heading into isn't one of metal but of energy.

The dark globules of clouds in the blotted sky started to twist and turn, swirl and curl as it seemed as though heaven was going to crash onto earth .

" TAKE YOUR STANCE! ", he along with the other chiefs went on alert , the other chiefs all leaped backward from the platform landing in front of the army, heading the side of the approaching enemy's.

More trees were flinged into the air with dust and soil particles trailing behind, in the dense forest indicating the path of the coursing foes. Chief Yanagi using his radier enhanced vision, he narrowed his eagle eyes : " there should be about thirty thousand of the wretched puppets. DON'T let guard down " he warned. The other closer chiefs nodded. He thought it be unwise to inform the rest of the army of the specks of their approaching trouble lest their fighting spirits dwindle away. Damn it! ,He thought with shaking gauntlet fist, where the hell is the brat.

At the other less chaotic side of the large field, in a placed obstructed all around by the Designation forest which spanned a great deal, almost without end - a large waterfall stood between them. Little mist trailing in the air among and above the trees. The raging and coursing sound of 'wild water drained other noises - it's presence domineering. The two figures both stood at the feet of the falling water that slide down the stomach of a mountain. Vegetation embedded the whole area of land, the mountains not exempted with only the great sprinkling waterfall standing out - the only existence not muffled by the green. Even though it's noise raged in the air, the atmosphere seemed strangely quiet, as though the noise wasn't enough to drown out the tension of silence that germinated and spread outward from the wide clearing around the waterfall.

" Don't you have something..... anything to say" ,Shavan asked( his eye sharper). Though he said so in a forcefully controlled tone of voice, what he felt inside him was strong emotion.

" I'm under no obligation to account to anyone on my decision , not even you."

" Just why, why ! did you choose to abandon your comrades for the sake of some goal. Are you saying all that memory we shared together are just, justa slide show " he yelled in anger and frustration, unable to maintain his emotional boundaries.

" Exactly so."he retorted, causing a shudder from Shavan. "you've changed quite a lot, Shavan. I wonder what happened to the once untrusting prrson, who is contented partaking in situations from the sidelines... being passive. You see Shavan, over the time of our stay I've realized quite a lot, Shavi . And if its one thing I've discovered is that all these connection are simply temporary, bound to disappear sooner or later. we're in a position, a line of work were the physical situation's being more imperative rather than the social. Sure Ment. Nadi might say whatever he wishes about forming strong connections with comrades, but see, I view such idea as a hindrance. I mean, just look at the bigger picture for a moment, see, the vast of what we chained dogs do have an apex aim of survival. Just why do you think you form bond with people who you'd rather not associate with? just why do you think the liege so desperately desire the scientist pride to such a level that he would risk his troopers with out a second glance?

boy I tell you, it's all survival, all Darwinism of a more sophisticated level for this present day humans. so as you can see, I too am commiting myself to survival-"

"by stabbing your mates in the back! Tell me what's so special surviving in a place where you have no one who you could count on, no one to have your back,tell me!? you might think that you're perfectly self-sufficient but these are just delusions of people who can give a second thought for why humans form groups in the first place - to suffice for the blind spot a single individual may possess and he in turn will do the same for another of his group, to create a form of cyclic structure, a impenetrable barrier where no weak spot is apparent to view by outsiders. Damn you, you delusional scoundrel!", for some reason Blasmus didn't seem offences by his insults, but rather said calmly:

" I never said I'll be alone. I have the rightful side where I belong... that is off course the ore of the Metalcrust. They give better deals. If it isn't the bond then the people with whom the bonding occur shall share similar fate ... sooner or later. Forming bonds isn't a problem for my person but rather forming unbreakable ties, ties which won't give way for any unforeseen situation, now that's were we might not get along.Survival is my number one priority, so why not free myself of all that shit ' cause guess what? they're just holding me back."

Shavan took a step forward wanting to storm at him, just less than a feet from the flowing river that separated the fellows but decided against it . A shadow formed at his eyes as he bit down on his lips and clench his fist. Shaking .

"Wow, you're not usually one to lose your cool " he said almost uninterested.

Ignoring his taunting Shavan replied: " our friends-"

"Not 'our' Shavan. Not ' our'",

" Fine then. Said friend are all there at battle risking their lives for our sake-"

" You still seem to not get it , do you shavi, oh I mean Shavan." He said still taunting him," I don't belong here and that have been decided by uncle long ago. Tsk, hell I'm wasting time talking to you even now.

So , Sha-van, are you going to stand in my way, ' cause if you and the others do so.... then I'm afraid I won't hesitate to annihilate you all", a slow wicked grin danced on his face.

For some reason Shavan didn't seem perturbed by his threats at all- even though with the fact that he wasn't joking - knowing him, or rather knowing the fake personality he fooled everyone with, he never jokes in this situation. The cool wind blew at Shavans unbuttoned Tang suit and loose hair. The round goggled kid of similar age, his former comrade, tilted his head in apparent confusion with hands in side pocket. Presently he sees Shavan image a little blurry as the raging waterfall partially prevented him from sighting Shavan, with only his eerie glowing eyes distinct, always marking it's presence. Shavan finally spoke in his smooth but deep voice, half way masked by the ongoing flutter of falling, foaming water: " looks like we not coming to a conclusion, huh? Well as much as I'll regret doing this afterwards- if there is any, i still... I still have a duty to carry out as a ray fighter - of the liegua fighting force! ." He said decisively, his eyes fiercely exibiting his steely resolve- iron will, the same perseverance he drew upon during those dreadful years with his guardian." We're both busy people, let's get this over with, shall we?" , not really asking a question, he raised his left hand, eyes glistening through the dark shade he wore, causing Blasmus guard to be up as he creased his brows.

Shavan, lowering his left hand, diving straight into the shirudo stance."Let's give it our all, shall we?!".

"Off course. Just who do you think I am".

He's never killed anyone before , nor has he withness the death of any. But... He felt that if he truly, badly wants to achieve his long time objective, this is just one of many decisions that awaits him in the not so far future. He took a deep breath, letting out a good dose of steam as his body started to heat up and shiver slightly, the heat mostly emanating from the length of his arm and at its highest near the tip of his finger. He presently wore the glass they were after, not just the glass but it's visceral, dark shades hiding his eyes from view. But obviously his 'friend' wouldn't be able to discern it. That was good. He only knew vaguely of his strange prowess or at most suspect it came from the device.

His friend or rather once-friend, probably one of the closest he might ever have - is about to take a dangerous turn, and he definitely won't stand by idely; not just as a result of personal feelings but also as a sense of responsibility.* If I can't force him- or rather if forcing him fails, he leaves me no choice but to end him*, Shavan thought,* but... can I really do so?*.

Yet, Shavan knew that letting the Metalcrust earthin access control over his friend standing right before him would be a bad move taken by the light earthin - it'll definitely earn them bite marks in the later future. He wouldn't let so much potential go to waste like that.

" Hey, lemme ask you: do you seriously think you could even be a thorn in my way? If you do, then you're getting really delusional", he said so with a smirk.

"......"

Shavan poised himself still on the stance leaning a little forward by his side where his right arm resided, afix and muted , solely concentrating at the tip of his fingers, his eyes threatening to Pierce through the rectangular eerie shades he wore. He tried to remember all what his mentor relayed, cutting off almost all external distractions. His shoulder-length inky hair fluttered wildly and loosely in the dispersing wind as he lowered his head and knees slightly. His former friend could only watch through translucent goggled eyes, hand no longer pocketed. He should have paid more consideration to their difference in aptitude and prowess, but off course Shavan's statues as a melee type rayfighters blocked that line of alertness.

Little bands of flailing white gas emanated from the vessels through the pores of his skin, which became larger. His right arm, the one not behind his back but thrusted downward by his side with a propped up palm - became a slittering , wriggling mess of innate blood vessels threating to burst forth from his skin. Sweat dripped down the side of Shavans forehead but instantly disappeared to vapour. His vessels continued in that abnormal form of movement( if they're even suppose to move at all ), as more and more veins and arteries were concentrated, his right arm radiating web- like patterns. Immediately he let's loose of all internal barriers - fine vessels gave off a bright purple lambent luminance. Energy which initially would be wrongly guessed to be absent in him burst outward like a radioactive, engulfing his whole self in his own energy field, withering the grasses around his feet to nothingness. It spiralled high above the sky extending far past the height of the trees. It was Swirling, unstable, almost ready to gosh out onto the trees of the full forest. *Yes, let him feel the wrath of the beast*, Shavan thought with gritted teeth as his whole body gave out almost pure purple radiant energy.* Truly, no such energy can ever be so pure, so neat, so destructive in nature. Yes, pure yet highly unstable. It was almost as though this fluttering, raging energy with insane kinetics incomparable to the movement of a fire candle, had a mind of it own. Chunks of the earth was displaced upwards, trees blown apart and even uprooted. The noise of Lectricity ricochetted all around as purple Lectro currents fluttered all around the atmosphere like hundreds of agitated serpents, gradually darkening the forest.

The round goggled fellow had to shield his face with an arm, from the light and increasing wind current, while bouncing with muscular feet in quick succession, from Boulder to Boulder, embedded in a light depth of water. He looked behind him with eyes shivering behind circular lenses. As he jumped from a boulder the wild plasma energy chased after him crumbling the boulder he just bounced off to ashes - he's felt this radier somewhere before.

After putting lots of distance from the unknown pandamonium, he skidded to a temporary halt with his hands on the earth floor for balance.He was now in a very large clearing of the forest, with lots of tall pencil like stones ranging up to a hundred feet to the sky from the large gorge below. Instead of earth , these stone projections diped from a flowing stream of water encapsulated on both side by the extending canyon.

The boy, Blasmus or rather Blasmusoma as he was deemed, tilted his head above as he's perched on a not the tallest stone pillar, where he viewed the vertical Swirling energy that rooted up to the dark clouds from the forest trees. He knew that Shavan knows his exact location.... and likewise. * What a showoff ! * , he thought,* think you could scare off ya old buddy ,eh?*. His body shivered slightly, increasingly , then more aggressively. It wasn't out of fear of what he's witnessing but rather - excitement. His smirk grew broader into a wild malicious grin.

He crouched , palms and feet on the stone tower like a panther about to pounce on its prey.

A howl - a mad howl accompanied by large gust of wind reverberated across the forest shaking tree branches and scattering leaves.

Even though their path was blocked by numerous trees and obstacle, to them it didn't matter for they could sight each other distinctively, as though they were right in front of each other. From Shavans view: " I see. So he decided to unleash the beast - his menance on me, now didn't he. Then it's decided. We fight." he noted within purplestar, perched on the earth surrounded by ravaged trees. The earth resembling the colour of the copious energy he emitted. His body sparkled in a wide field of purple radier - controlling tens of star like, luminous-violet glass, shield like objects with spinned like a shiruikin and floated mindlessly all round his sides and above. His whole body drenched in radier-deflect armour over his Tang suit: * I'll show him that my beast is far superior. HERE WE GO ! *. In less than the blink of an eye after he crouch low, Shavan dashed forward, zooming through the forest as if it wasn't even there. He was like a comet of heated purple light cutting through the air of the forest , swinging hands and legs so rapidly that they became a blur. The paths he passed by left the trees and earth gourged out, creating a deep enlongated line on the earth that sprawled onwards as if the forest was being dissected.

The boy, Blasmus, which one would simply describe presently as a menance in flesh, could hardly be called human anymore. Yes. A beast, a demon, that's what he embodies. Inky Black vapour strolled all around like a mist, hiding most of his hideousness except his long black porcupine-like hair extending to his crouch and black scaled legs bent in semblance to a chicken wing.His eyes went pitch black and hollow, giving off a faint ring of white.

The menance raised a paw. Yes, a paw and slammed it into the stone tower on which he crouched, causing the whole structure to violently vibrate. A deafening howl escaped from the dark mist as it digged it's hind feets in the stone, building pressure gradually on its rubber-like thighs - and then, it flinged himself diagonally from the stone structure like a slingshit, the impact leading to the whole structure blown away in bits and ceasing into the water below the gourge.

It seemed as though he was weightless, his body secreting more coal vapour as he spread in the air like a flying squirrel, wavering from side to side looking for the best angle of attack. Steel white claws and saber teeth hungry for wreakage dripped black, steaming venom.

SHAVAN sighted him behind the glass face helmet of his armour which blazed fierce purple as he stride even more energetically. More heated steam slipped out of the gaps in his armour trailing behind him. What he saw upward was like a diving coagulation of black smoke heading at missile speed towards his way.

He responded: weight stabilizer boots gave a final great stump on the floor sending him erupting into the air like a single thread of light. Off course the impact left the area simply not as before.

" Here I come, SHAVAN! " the menance who happened to once be Blasmus screeched in a roaring voice

" Yes, come with all your power, I'll send you twice more, BLASMUS! ", Shavan yelled back at the top of his voice.

The hurling black smoke gaining devil speed and the purple blazing comet - both collided.

The day became night at once as numerous large globules of twisting radier went ablaze colouring everything in it's unavoidable explosion. The whole area went white.

Verily, the war of dominance, the war of greed, the war hinging on believes and ideals of hundreds of warriors rages on, non-stop.