The Black Eclipse in Ellio's hand suddenly become docile when Requiem was freed, and the spiritual aura that wafted around it would become like a gentle wisp again, no longer wild and destructive like a plasmatic storm. When the Artifact of the Element of Spirit would rest in Spirit, so too would Ellio's Spirit, which was once burning with disdain, become peaceful and docile, as well. "... Requiem..." Ellio beckoned in a gentle, nearly somber tone, with dark eyes to match, "... Smite Them." He knew what that meant, for, Requiem understood his purpose upon his creation. "... Aqua Is Already Prepared For You Upstairs." The two were quite the duo for a plethora of reasons, but one of the main ones was because of how they balanced out Ellio, himself, in both serenity and severity.

"Finally..." Requiem, the standing entity cloaked in plasmatic energy would mutter gruffly, with a raspy voice that crackling like the sparks of electricity surging all about his form, "I feel like I've been waiting an eternity..." Requiem, unlike his rather lucid counterpart, Aqua, was itching to strike people down with a fervent ferocity, and an anticipation that seemed nearly like the thirst of water. "I hope Aqua's got a good haul..." were the last words he'd say before bolting through the ceiling, passing through it like a ghost without breaking the surface.

The sound of thunder boomed when Requiem collected himself particle at a time nigh instantaneously atop the roof of the Abandoned Tower, with his partner, Aqua, still dancing about. "Aqua!!" He cried out, clouds having accumulated and the roar of thunder heard. "I'm awake." That was all that she needed to hear.

Suddenly, Aqua stopped dancing, and her piercing red eyes affixed to the sharp, smoldering eyes of Requiem. The light, soft and gentle smile that was ever present on her face, as if constantly in a dream, would widen only just slightly with an anticipation that was similar to Requiem's own, yet expressed rather differently. "... So I've noticed..." Aqua quipped, before spiraling off into a spin and closing her eyes again. She hadn't shown her desire for too long before returning to her duties, or indulging in them. The sheer satisfaction of knowing it was coming was pleasure enough for her. "Whenever you're ready, their spirits are sedated... stirred... and panicked, all at once." It was adorable how they could feel these things all at once, not comprehend they were feeling all at once, and only acting on one.

Requiem, however, found it as only a means of targeting. "Excellent," he muttered, walking to the edge of the rooftop, "The Master will be pleased." His eyes scoured the city from above, searching for something within his scope. Requiem's eyes flashed and crackled with plasma as he scanned the area.

Ellio's eyes, which were dim now that he'd released Requiem upon the world, would slowly continue to descend deeper down the floors of the Abandoned Tower. "Ah..." he moaned softly, as if his soul had been put to rest, "... It's About That Time..." There were numerous floors in the Tower, and inside of each of them, souls that were trapped on each of the levels, having never gotten out, even when reaching the top. These souls, which were trapped inside of the tower, were actually naught but fodder. If not all of them, then a vast majority of them. Whichever ones were not meant to be used for fuel would be drawn into the Black Eclipse and saved from the fate of the others.

"Itadakimasu..." Ellio's now dreary, sullen eyes, accompanied with his unnaturally and unusually calm, soft smile would bring an ominous feel to the already rather omen-bound tower that was condemned to the fate that was about to occur. Even in his knowing, somehow, it was like all of his emotions from before were sedated.

Ellio opened his mouth once and a bright light gargled in the back, with a sound like that of an angelic choir singing a somber and woeful, yet beautiful and glorious hymn. The souls that were drawn to Ellio naturally would be consumed by the sound of his voice, which no longer spoke words, but song and music, which was a language all its own. The frequency of the noise would be attractive to the wandering stray spirits, harmonizing with their own frequencies, yet, when they were drawn close by the sweet sound something like nectar on a venus flytrap, they would be sucked into an abysmal pit of pure light that deconstructed the wavelengths, frequencies and polarities of each spirit and broken them down into what was like spiritual fodder equivelent to one digesting physical food. Ellio's eyes remained nearly blank, but completely coherent, looking on at the passing spirits as they were drawn into the vacuum of the light that poured from his throat. The magnanimity of it was attractive, but the actual exposure to it was destructive. The weak souls stood no chance, and, they would be consumed or repulsed.

Nothing would get in Ellio's way, for if it did, it would be silenced without question, just like the spiritual feed that fueled his progression. He was, surprisingly, eager to hit the bottom floor, and the further he descended through the floors, the weaker the foundation of the Tower, which used the Souls to keep it standing, something like its support beams, would become. Eventually, just from him passing through and devouring the souls, the actual floors themselves would cave in and implode, causing the Abandoned Tower to collapse inwardly on itself, destroying whomever and whatever was inside, with all that was consumed fueling Ellio and his Spirit Guardians.

Darkness filled the air, and soon, Ellio could no longer be seen under its cover as he continued his soul-food-filled descent.