He twists Soren's arm backwards until it snaps then lets go, only to deliver a fiery punch that scorches half of his body.
Athena: WARNING: Host sanity levels dropping… host emotional core destabilizing.
Kasper: (grinning) Shut up, Athena…
He lifts Soren's broken body high.
Kasper: You like power, don't you? Let's see if it helps you beg.
Soren's body slammed violently against the earth, cracking the ground beneath him. He coughed blood, his armor shattered in several places, his cloak torn and burning. The air rippled with pressure. Kasper stood, shoulders trembling with a sly grin, his eyes glowing with a golden and blood-red blend, overflowing with mana so intense the sky above darkened.
His breathing was heavy. Wild, broken.
Sylara's small body lay behind him, untouched now. Her final smile etched into his memory like a scar.
Soren: (glaring weakly) That… that power… it isn't yours… What are you?
Kasper: (voice deepened, laced with grief and rage) I am wrath… and I am pain. You took everything from me. So now… I'll take everything from you.
He vanished from sight. Soren barely raised his blade before Kasper appeared in front of him, landing a brutal punch that sent shockwaves through the battlefield. A crater exploded beneath them. Bael, watching from afar, narrowed his eyes.
Bael: (quietly) He's not just channeling her power… it's merging with him. She gave him everything.
Lyraen: (eyes wide) That child… she sacrificed herself fully. Her life force… her mana… Kasper wasn't just her tamer he was her world.
Kasper: (stood over Soren again, dragging him up by the fore-horn) Remember this pain. Every shattered bone. Every breath you can take.
This is for Khaos…
This is for Freya…
This is for Klaus…
This is for the kingdom and it's soldiers…
(his voice breaking) … And lastly this is for Sylara.
He hurled Soren skyward then leapt after him midair. His body ignited with silver flames from Sylara's essence, a fusion of nature, rage, and divine mana and launched a devastating aerial barrage. Punch after punch. Strike after strike. The sky lit up with each hit like falling stars.
Soren: (bloodied, breathless) He's not mortal… anymore…
The final blow sent Soren crashing down like a meteor, embedding him deep in the ground.
Kasper hovered in the air, glowing, silent, tears steaming off his face. He'd won… but at what cost?
Freya: (softly steps forward, voice trembling) Kasper… Let me speak to him. Just once… before you end it.
Kasper: (turns slowly, breathing heavily, eyes still glowing) Lady Freya…
Freya: (gazes at the shattered body of Soren, barely clinging to life) I need to say it. Not for him… but for me to close it all.
Kasper steps aside, sword still in hand but lowered. Freya walks to the crater, her heels crunching over the scorched earth. She kneels beside Soren, her face unreadable
Soren: (bloody, vision fading) …Freya… heh… you're still… here?
Freya: I am. But not for you. For the girl you took from us, for the heart you shattered, for the past… I no longer cling to.
Soren: (coughs) So… you came to hate me after all…
Freya: No. (pauses) I don't hate you, Soren. That would mean I still feel something for you. But you're nothing to me now… just a fading echo of a choice I once made.
Soren: (his eyes flicker and smile twitching weakly) Heh… (sighs) guess I lost… to love.
Freya: No. You lost… to everything you threw away.
Freya: (stands and steps backwards nodding at Kasper) End it.
Kasper walks past her silently. No hesitation. One strike, clean. final and Soren's body went still. Later the battlefield grows quiet. The cloud gloomy. The council gathers in a circle around Kasper, who sits on the ground, cradling Sylara's small body in his arms. Dirt and blood stain his clothes, but all he sees is her lifeless face… and her last word "Pa-pa"