Location: Pinnacle of Balaur's Bones
Φ This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, THIS IS WRONG! WHY? HOW IS CYRUS KEEPING UP WITH ME? This tool, this object, this worthless piece of trash with no will of it's own is clashing against me again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! I AM A KING, I AM A GOD, HE IS NOTHING! DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Φ Running across Balaur's large bones, Cyrus and Angra clash again and again. With each strike, Cyrus wains off more and more spirit energy from Angra's body whilst dodging the creature's blows towards him.
With each clash, Cyrus' movement becomes sharper, allowing him to weave in closer and attack. Angra, in his beast-like form, constantly lashes his three tails at Cyrus, whilst he throws his giant claws at the Dragon.
Yet using his tail and his sword, Cyrus swats them all away, weakening Angra with darkness each time. Forcing Angra to take a setback, and say, "Holistic battle arts; Spirit Canon!"
And in return, he was greeted with the words, "Lightless Slash," as dark slashes fly towards the blasts, slashing right through into Angra's body. The pain destabilises his body more as his anger surges, and Cyrus, with a mind far calmer than he has ever had before, continues forward.
He swings, he cuts, he slashes, he pierces Angra's body over and over, and with his sword, he plunges into the creature's body, as he says, "Lightless Cloak Eclipse!" forcing the darkness around his body to grow even further, wrapping and absorbing Angra's body, draining him of his spirit energy.
Angra bends its form to break out of Cyrus's grip, falling back to Balaur's bones and the darkness his manifest all retreats into his body. As he falls, Cyrus says, "Lightless Whip," and manifests darkness across his tail as he extends it, then whip it against Angra's body, lacerating its spirit body.
Angra shoots Spirit Canon, after Spirit Canon at Cyrus, who slashes them to pieces until his feet reach Balaurs bones, where he charges forward at Angra with his blade tightly gripped in his hand.
Countless blades and tendrils burst out of Angra's body, and head towards Cyrus in ever-changing patterns. Meeting them, Cyrus surges his spirit energy through his tail and his sword, then slashes the tendrils as they try to impede him.
He bursts through them yet as they move, each one can perfectly pass through the others, increasing the complexity of the attacks, and surrounded by them, he struggles to separate between the individual spirit energy of each one.
His body can barely keep up with the assault, yet as a tendril escapes his view, the voice in his head says, "Cyrus, tilt your head 35 degrees left in 2 seconds."
The words from Zahhak guide him, allowing Cyrus to make up for what he lacks, giving him the ability to burst through the forest of attacks and reach Angra. And there he swings and clashes with the bunny over and over again, with each strike a bit better than the last. His body is weary, his flesh is tired, yet his soul is full of energy, his willpower is unbreakable, and his partner rings praise in his mind to push him forward.
In this moment, Cyrus feels the very world around him dazzle and shine brighter than it ever has, and in the face of it, all he can do is smile as he stares at Angra, angering the creature into shouting, "WHAT SO FUNNY!"
With his fist covered in the dark cloak, Cyrus slams it right into Angra and says, "You wouldn't understand, because right now just breathing makes me happy." His tail whips into Angra's face, knocking the bunny backwards, and with one foot after the other, he walks forward, and then quickly starts to run with his smile growing ever larger.
Cyrus had never had any form of respect or faith in his own existence. Only living by finding a master to bow his head to and prey on like a parasite, something he had always hated, yet found inevitable. But in that moment, far more than before, in the very depth of his soul, beyond any form of self-deception, Cyrus had a thought: Maybe I really can change myself for the better.
A thought that had been core to Zahhak's mind since he held Setanta on that faithful day, and in the moment, it moves across Cyrus's soul, a new power was born between the two Dragons.
"Advent."
In the centre of his chest, an Advent symbol appears that takes the form of a purple upside-down odd-pentagon with a deeper purple outline around it that extends at the northwestern, northeastern, and south corners just like Ahmed and Orb's Advents. Darkness soon bursts forth, completely devouring Cyrus.
And a flash of purple light bursts out, which grabs Angra in the face before slamming him into the ground. Staring up at his captor, Angra sees Cyrus body with his right side covered in purple energy, with the left side covered in his legacy, and unlike Orb, but like Ahmed's, the legacy side of his Advent extends into his face, covering it like a mask, forming a ferocious armour mask to cover his face.
His legacy and the energy move evenly through his tail, but along with his own tail is one made of the purple energy, and another is made of his Legacy. Across his back are four wings, two on his right made of the purple energy, and two on his left made of his Legacy, from each a band extends out connecting to a giant eye chest ornament that hangs over his heart.
The eye moves all about and around, eventually looking in on Angra's face, and from Cyrus's mouth, he says, "Lightless Feast," and darkness pours out of his arm all around Angra's body, which continues to extend until it devours a chunk of Balaur bones, forcing them both to fall downwards.
Angra shouts, "HOLISTIC BATTLE ARTS; SPIRIT TREMOUR!"
A large wave of spirit energy, similar to the tremors everyone felt at the release of Angra's seal, rips across the sky, forcing the darkness around Angra to disperse. Yet Cyrus slams his fist into Angra's head, sending the creature barreling towards the ground.
Extending his four wings, he flies below Angra, and then with darkness roaring forth from his blade, he makes a Lightless Slash towards Angra, who stops itself in mid air, and flies upwards, dodging the strike. Then says, "Holistic battle arts; Mould Spirit Claw."
Its front two arms extend and turn into giant claws big enough to grab onto Balaur's crumbling bones, and smash them between both of his arms before tossing the chunks towards Cyrus at full speed towards.
Extending his three tails, Cyrus soars upwards and says, "Lightless Whip!" As he swats even the tiniest of fragments from Angra's attack away, then with darkness raging forth from his blade, Cyrus releases two Lightless Slashes towards Angra's giant arms, severing them, to the creature's horror.
The two cuts leave darkness festering on Angra's arms, which quickly travel down them, absorbing its body as it goes, forcing Angra to use its tails and cut off its arms, yet in that moment, Cyrus appears in front of it, and slashes another Lightless Slash into its chest, sending it soaring up into the air.
Yet Cyrus travels faster, reaching a higher point, then holds his sword with two hands above his head, and says, "Lightless Boost." Darkness surges forth from the back edge, propelling Cyrus downwards as he slams his sword at high speed into Angra, causing the two masses of darkness to clash and explode, ripping Angra's beast-like form in half.
Cyrus smashes his tail into Angra's severed torso, knocking it back into Balaurs bones, then quickly follows. Angra reforms his body into a beast-like form, yet much smaller than before.
He charges towards Cyrus, who easily dodges all of his strikes before slamming his fist right into Angra's face, which is followed up with another punch, a kick, and multiple whips from his tail, all forcing Angra backwards.
A cross appears on Angra's face, and soon it forces its face open, revealing four lumps of flesh connected to a hole, all with spiritual teeth layers across them all. "Holistic battle arts, Ultimate art; Spirit Canon Nova!"
A large burst of spirit energy releases from Angra's mouth all the way towards Cyrus.
"His control is horrible; his mental state is shaken. Right now, amongst the three principles of spirit energy, the only part that favours him is Capacity. And I can counter that, use this move neck, Cyrus."
"Right!"
Holding up his right arm, Cyrus says, "Lightless Void," and a giant sphere of darkness forms from the purple spirit energy that radiates due to Advent. The blast from Angra rushes towards the sphere and is quickly absorbed by it. Then, Cyrus, with all the force he can muster, throws forward and pushes right through the blast from Angra, eventually encompassing the Rabbit.
Cyrus walks up towards the sphere and says, "You scared me. I would be lying if I said you didn't scare me now. But I won't let fear and doubt overtake me any longer. I thank you for showing me the weakness in my heart, so let me allow your sins to grow no longer."
He plunges his sword into the sphere and says, "Take all I have absorbed back. Nightfall!"
A surge of force burst out from the sphere, exploding and ripping the area around them both to nothing under the raw pressure that moves everywhere around them, except Cyrus, whose feet plunge into Balaur.
The sphere soon disappears, along with the Advent symbol on Cyrus's chest. Following this, Cyrus falls to his knees and then slams his head right into the ground as his butt sticks up to the sky.
"Dark Night, releases all the mass my darkness has absorbed as pure force so extreme it could cause an earthquake. When it activates, the pressure hits everything around it, including your own body. It seems it was a bit too much for you to handle." Walking forward, the mental image of Zahhak takes a seat in front of Cyrus and says, "Regardless, you still did amazing, young man. I am proud of you."
Cyrus, with tears falling from his eyes, says, "My prince, those words are wasted on me."
"Huh. I thought we already moved past that. Hold your head up, proud Cyrus, today you've won. You can revel in that victory."
"I don't think I have the courage to gloat about this. But if I can have one thing, would you be able to stay with me from now on? Because I want someone to be a witness to the fact that I will never run away in fear from now on."
Laughter bursts out of Zahhak's mouth, causing him to say, "You really are a fireball, Cyrus. Of course I will, it's a promise from now till the day I die."
More tears roll from Cyrus's eyes as he says, "Thank you, thank you so much!"
"Oh, Messiah, please just stop cryi-."
A blast of spirit energy strikes at Cyrus, knocking him backwards, eventually making him land on his back. In pain, he forces himself to sit up, and seeing the creature in front of himself, he says, "N-N-No way."
Conducting both of his arms in the air, Angra stands in his normal form and says in a rational voice, "It seems fate was on my side today."