The land shifted as the blade casted down its shadow, a bubbling once more. Eustace was coming again, no time to waste. He'd curve the blade once more and let it spin, scooping up the land and creating a bigger hole for the group to deal with, as dust and debris rained down, attempting to crush under all of them. He watched as while the attack was successful, the Knight of Shadows was quick on his feet, quickly hiding them in the dark, letting them appear right next to the King, letting him brace for a mass of attacks coming in, all angled at his exposed center, his Contract. He, too, would try to disappear in the clay, but Eustace made sure to grab him by the leg and prevent him from leaving. As a result, Wyvios would be forced to slash it off so he can escape soundly, finally being damaged proper once that soul was visible.
He emerged back on the blade's tip, subjected to the iceberg above him, freezing all over and having his form break further. He'd pull down the blade so that it can angle and strike at the wide hole he's now dug. He was getting close, so close even. He needs to reach the 'sun's light and bathe in it, letting him go further than what he can. "DEVIL! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! FROM DOWN THERE OR UP ABOVE, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR MY VOICE!" He'd scream, as his contract began to glow, his soul welling up, as he watched on and see Eustace take advantage again in the darkness, letting the light emit a shade that he can easily warp to, throwing Koina towards him and letting her carry his sword, having her bask both under such frost, 'fusing' them in the process. Forged under, the blade was quick to nick deep in his stomach, just shy of his heart, yet a quick twist and curve up was enough to close the gap. He'd split himself once more, watching his body shatter as the cold proved too much, pulling the clay and creating a makeshift substitute, as well as letting it rain down hands to shove the Assassin back down, retreating away so as to not be pincered by the shadows.
He'd swallow whatever air was available in his lungs as he screamed once more. "I WISH TO EXTEND OUR DEAL! BY YOUR CONTRACT, I CANNOT GO FURTHER IN MY REIGN SO LONG AS I HAVE MY KINGDOM. BEFORE YOU, LIES NOTHING! LIES ONLY REMAINS OF MY PAST AND PRESENT! AS A KING DENOUNCED AND LOST BY BOTH, THE ONLY PATH NOW IS MY FUTURE! I SHALL BEND OUR CONTRACT FURTHER AND GUARANTEE THIS FATE FOR YOU ALONE!" He'd watch on as Stolas got a clean shot, shooting him down in stars, silencing him before he's able to make up such conditions. He'd tilt the blade, but it wasn't enough to deflect the shot, a clean hit against one of his 'lungs', gasping away as he'd be unable to reach it. How could he reach the light without having the power to make the distance? As he looked up for salvation, he'd get his answer. The ice was reflecting light from the real sun, like a mirror slowly melting away. With all the strength he had, he'd drag the blade over, watching the iceberg coating across half of the sword.
He made it.
"FOR THIS, A NEW OFFER! I WISH TO RULE THE WORLD BEFORE! NOW I WISH TO BECOME IT! TO BECOME ITS SUN! ITS STAR! ITS MORNING AND EVENING!! EVOLVE ME TO TAKE THIS STAGE IN METAMORPHOSIS, AND BRING MY ALLIES WITH ME TO THIS FIGHT!! IN EXCHANGE, YOU HAVE FULL REIGN OVER MY SOUL! DESTROY IT IF YOU WISH! ABUSE IT IF YOU MUST! I OFFER TO YOU... EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!" His cry came suit as he dove the blade down, letting the bunker collapse as the ground began to fall, watching onward two figures that were present, the thousand of souls that were being freed, and the light dimming away as the second soul gets removed. An Eclipse was made as well, empowering his change in both self and in its conditions with double its power.
"MARK THIS AS THE NEXT STEP OF MY RULE! THE SUN! IS! MINE!!!"
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAND! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!"
Grand Sol was his last words, his Final Gambit realized, as the lights began to blast away, basking the King under it. Stolas and Koina were able to avoid it with help from Eustace, as Solomon tried to push Strength over and attempt to break the blade apart. Alas, Zazel and Mawkin were both affected directly by the light. The Demon watched as Mawkin was burned alive, silence befalling to both, as the clay consumed the Farmer and drag him back towards the king. His eyes were left wide as he could feel his demonic heritage slowly sift away, the sigils he was told to govern leaving his side. What was once a man evolved ever higher, the land shaping around and forging another 'sun' to act as that new soul. Many limbs began to grow, curving around and turning to stilts that acts as its legs, as the symbol of Kabanaska, a sun, was etched in his chest. Four blades stand out across, two of which became his arms, retractable under his three hands each. The third blade was the very kingdom, stored away on his back, ready to be unearthed and utilized against the world. The fourth blade, meanwhile, rests within his mouth, serving as a backwards tongue, a dagger that bares in resemblance to Koina's, a non-verbal insult to her. What remains of his head was now a crown, many mouths visible and acting as its 'jewels' on each edge of the piece. The stilts quickly fused themselves back into proper legs, as he stands above all else.
A copy of the Morningstar himself. A Copy of Lucifer, he has become.
While Zazel was left under the light as he sees his demonic blood become Wyvios' new body, something else was cracking apart. He could still see the Goetia's around his vision. They haven't left him yet. They're simply becoming something else, one that aimed to control this violent change forced upon him. His eyes were beginning to glow, brighter and brighter, becoming a fire that coats around and becomes his new vision.
A Halo was forming above his head again.