Prologue

"So, we take this moment to take in how much time, death, loss, and grief many have experienced during his presence. We stand in commemoration for all of who we lost, for people who fought him and his army, for all who watched terror rain upon their city, for all who are shattered from this all. We stay silent, we remember, we overlook our world and what it has become because of this menace, forever bound to the spire in which we most despise; The Crystal Spire. Whether it takes a lifetime or all of eternity for this spire to crumble, i will stand and wait to bring Darka to his knees..." Zaiden trembled to say after so long, clutching his sword tightly.

"It seems it is all over, your service and dedication to killing him seemed grave, though since one's life is at stake because of this, you can't kill him." The Hunter said, seemingly after Zaiden's hidden intentions toward the leader of the fallen ALTER world.
"I've had two dreams in my life; 'being' a king, and forgetting about my past life as a king. But with Darka's arrival, his very existence, it made me change my ways. My anger towards him made me stronger." Zaiden concluded, turning away from the spire, heading home.

The Hunter peered toward Zaiden, but didn't say anything, as he turned back, facing the spire once again.
"You confuse me, Darka... You never had a true intention. Was it all for power? Greed? Grief by chance? And not only that, but you brung an innocent Absol into it, and you binded her soul to yours. So if you died, she did as well. But for what? All of that for what? I'll never know what brung your belief into depth of power and greed. But for all i know, you sure did give one heck of a presence, for you've brung a scar to this world that no-one will forget." The Hunter said to himself, still staring at the spire.
These words had no meaning, they would be of no use anymore. They would freeze in time and stay put, they'd be meaningless.
No more fighting with the kingdoms of Lankurt, and its descendants. No more disturbing the peace of The Crystal Palace and its surrounding lands. No more slaughtering of the people of Ruka.

"Forget the spire, return home."

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