“Glestel? Why- why did you?” He was glowing, trying to heal the wound on the lady but with the sword still sticking through her chest he didn’t have any real way. He hesitates when he grabs the hilt and is stopped as Glestel places a tender hand on Kutaru’s to pull the hand away.

“Do that and I will die faster.” She relaxes her head like this. Her eyes watching the golden light of a dome Kutaru conjured around them while he held his commander in his arms. She coughs a few times before looking back into his eyes. “Chaos have me does this hurt. Suppose pain is needed to change the world… no?”

“Glestel..?” Kutaru holds onto her head, resting his forehead onto hers by leaning over. “Glestel what nonsense are you spouting? I am not letting you die here on me!”

“Haha.. With what healer? We have powerful magic but not a knowledgeable medic, Kutaru.” Glestel rests a hand onto his cheek. “Will you listen to the last words of this Kazashi?”

Kutaru holds the hand of his commander firmly to his cheek. He stared into those blue eyes of hers and looked around the battlefield. There were a few Kraeka trying to break into his dome but to no avail. He takes a thumb and wipes some of the blood that escaped through Glestel’s mouth when she coughed as if to ignore the blurriness of his vision. He nods once slowly. Then nods a few mores in feverish succession as he breaks down into sobs.

“Kutaru. My strategist. My friend.” Glestel was… glowing. The brightness of the light in her pouring outwards to surround the two of them. Kutaru’s eyes widen at this sight. He begins to protest but is silenced by Glestel continuing. “I bestow upon you every bit of my dream to see this war end. By my powers as a Kazashi.” She coughs for a moment but the aura does as she commands. Such are the powers of the Kazashi, the manipulation of aura. The aura around them spins and spirals into Glestel’s hands. Kutaru feels the surge of energy, it wouldn’t have been the first time Glestel has done this to him after all. However… more aura than he’s used to receiving from the woman poured into him. “By- by my powers as Kazashi. I bestow my aura on you, Kutaru.” The woman in his hands was beginning to pale as the life force of Aura leaves her body, which makes it hard for her to fight back the encroaching death from her mortal wound. Glestel laughs. The laugh is broken and shattered by the coughs that follow soon afterward. “Send them all to the chaos for me. End. This. War.” She smiles one more time for Kutaru, a watery bead cutting through the blood on her face smoothly. “Raio os ont. Respot teh ordres.”

“Raio os ont. Respot teh ordres.”

Kutaru clutches the body of Glestel as he feels the last bit of her essence flow through him. The river of his grief runs down the face in a brilliant shine as the new amount of power flows through him. The thunder rumbles away into the distance as the one controlling the storm no longer had the aura or energy to withhold it. Kutaru looks up into the sky to see the clouds break open, beams of light crashing through and down onto Glestel. He raises a hand to her eyes to gently pull them shut and sets her body onto the ground. He takes Glestels sword into his hands and stands up with a fresh ferocity in his mind. Around him, the winds swirl in the dome with a mix of various other auras sizzling about him. His body glows in such intensity the vast amount of fighting around him stalls. The dome drops as the light grew even more intense. Kutaru is moving every amount of Aura into his body as a large culmination of Light and in his grief, he is going to eradicate the essence of this war. It begins to swirl around him in his rage and extends outward in intense, destructive light. It chars up the very ground around him and the moment it touched another being they crumbled under its power. The screams of those caught in it couldn’t escape the speed of the light as it expanded rapidly all around and further past the battlefield. Through the entire plains of Metha, it burned a path into the ground of pure destruction. As sudden as it happened… Kutaru’s mind blanked. The light retracted rapidly amidst it’s destruction of this section of the world and Kutaru slumped onto the ground, unconscious.

Around many parts of the world, this explosive light was seen as if the sun had landed on the ground and laid waste to a part of the world. Far in the distance, at the edge of the Kisuragi Desert, stood a girl surrounded in a dark aura. Beside her was the man she pulled away from Metha earlier, though he’s wide awake now and chillingly pale.

“Nol…. What was that?” He was shaken and looking at the powerful being before him.

“To you? The end of the war. Everything else to be known about that event is irrelevant to you.” Nol turns away from the scene with her stoic eyes looking about.

“Irrelevant? What about my brother?!? What about Glestel??”

“Fret not over them. One is fine. The other…” She glows, revealing a soul she has ensnared. “The other has a purpose for another time. I will tell you no more than that Sakurei. I would go retrieve your brother, however, as the waters will eventually reach him from the crater he made.”

Sakurei looks between Nol and the forest leading towards Metha with wide-eyed fright. He scowls at Nol for only a brief moment before dashing off into that direction. Nol, of course, watches him and then looks back down at the soul in her hands. The soul of the only friend she had in this world, or at least that’s the word the other beings would call it. Her directive was to watch the battle and make sure it went as planned and yet… No. The Light Kraeka’s words are absolute. However, this soul was something she had a plan for. If the seers of the Light Kraeka were correct then this will not be the last war this land experiences. If that’s the case then Nol will be prepared to see it through.

She begins to walk deeper into the desert with strings of chaos energy spindling outward to serve the purpose of information gathering. She was going to spin her web, for none will escape this spider’s grasp.