In the endless void, a great battle raged between two figures and the vast forces pouring from cracks in reality. Each fought their own overwhelming tide, but before the largest rupture, the two stood together as enemies swarmed endlessly from the breach.
The first figure's blade swept through three shadow-spawn in a single arc, their forms simply ceasing to exist—not destroyed, but concluded, as if their very concept had been severed from reality. She was a young woman with long, wavy silver hair that shimmered softly in the dim light, her sharp eyes holding a depth that seemed to trace patterns unseen by the world, faint spiraling motions dancing just beneath her pupils. Her slender form moved with quiet, effortless grace, a soft golden-amber glow emanating from her as each swing of her blade flowed like water cutting through darkness.
The acrid stench of dissolution burned the air as another crack split the void behind them with a sound like the universe screaming.
"The western breach won't hold!" The second figure's voice cracked with exhaustion as ancient runes materialized around her, forbidden symbols that became devastating reality the moment they took shape. Her midnight-violet hair whipped around her face as she wove patterns in the air, each gesture guided by perfect understanding of her enemies' weaknesses.
The first figure parried a serrated claw, her amber aura flaring. "I can see that."
How long had they been fighting? The void had no sun to mark time's passage, only the endless tide of enemies and the slowly widening cracks. Around the first figure, the very boundary between existence and nothingness seemed to flicker with each breath she took.
"Sister, we cannot continue like this." Her voice carried a finality that made the void itself shiver. "We have already lost too many of our kind. Allow me to use that."
"Don't." The second figure's mind raced through visions of the future, seeing every possible outcome, every terrible consequence of what her sister was considering. "Don't even think about it. I can see what will happen—every path leads to the same end."
"We have already lost too many." The first figure's grip tightened on her weapon. Around her, something fundamental about existence itself seemed to grow thin. "Allow me to use the Forbidden Art."
"Are you insane?" The second figure spun toward her, ancient texts materializing and dissolving around her in spirals of desperate knowledge. "You know what it means! Even with all our authority, the certainty of the side effects—"
"But if this goes on, both we and this reality will collapse." Each word fell with the weight of absolute conclusion. "You must realize the state of the other cracks. They keep coming."
"Damn it... if Eldest Sister were still here, none of this would have happened." The second figure's voice broke as forbidden memories surfaced—records that described power beyond calculation. "They wouldn't even be able to find this place."
"Eldest Sister has been gone for countless years, I fear."
The first figure's eyes flickered with something deeper than worry—spirals of light that seemed to trace invisible patterns beneath her pupils.
"That's impossible!" The second figure cried, forbidden knowledge flooding her mind. "I've seen every record, witnessed every account—the impossibility of her defeat is absolute! Even if all of us had joined forces with the enemy, the ancient chronicles show she could have handled it with ease. You never met her, so you cannot understand."
"Then why has she never returned? Not even in this situation?"
Silence stretched between them, filled only by distant roars.
"I... I don't know."
"Then we have no other choice." The first figure stepped closer, and with each movement, the line between life and void grew thinner. "With it we can end these invaders, mend the cracks, and even grant you greater strength."
"You know the cost, don't you?" The second figure's voice shattered. "There are only two of us left, and now you would leave me too?"
"Forgive me, but it is better for you to survive than for both of us to die." The first figure's expression softened. "With your understanding, you will be able to nurture more of our kind. And with what I leave behind, you will also gain strength to prevent such disaster. I am ready to bear the burden."
"But even with your authority over the cycle..." The second figure's inner sight showed her the terrible truth of what would happen. "You will lose your power, your memories, even your name. Trapped in endless reincarnations, and with each cycle, the chance of recovery grows fainter..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You will perish forever."
"I know. But that's all the more reason why I must do this. If any other were to use that, they would be erased instantly. And even if I lose myself, you will help me recover, won't you... Sister?"
"Of course." Behind the tears, her mind already began weaving search patterns—ancient arts of soul-seeking, methods for tracking essence across infinite realms. "I will search for all of your reincarnations, and guide you slowly to recover yourself. Even if I must seek you again and again, I will be with you across timelines."
"Thank you. Then let's begin. You must help me—I cannot use that alone."
Her hands trembled as she extended them, and for the first time, fear cracked her composure.
"I am with you. Always." The second figure opened her understanding completely—every secret, every theorem, every fragment of cosmic knowledge flowed between them like a torrent of pure information. It merged with something deeper, something that touched the very foundations of existence itself.
The combined force erupted outward, a brilliance that made the void tremble. The approaching enemies faltered as if the light was poison to their very nature.
"With my authority as ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐, I will sacrifice my power, my authority, and myself to invoke the forbidden spell left by the Ruler of ☐☐☐☐... Eclipse of Samsara."
Threads of pure conclusion spread from her form, weaving through reality itself. Where they touched the cracks, the breaches didn't just close—they ended, as if the very concept of invasion was severed from possibility. The forces that had crossed simply stopped existing, their essence flowing into the second figure along with knowledge of their every weakness and strength.
"With this, I end the endless war of chaos."
As she spoke, her body began to dissolve into the light—not destruction, but the ultimate conclusion that would allow for new beginnings.
She turned toward the second figure and smiled gently, as if leaving comfort instead of sorrow. "Forgive me, Sister. I cannot celebrate this victory with you. But I will return. So please wait for me, Noxy."
Her form scattered like golden snow.
Left alone, the second figure—Noxy—clenched her fists. Infinite wisdom and something far more fundamental now flowed through her mind, yet she felt emptier than ever. All knowledge without meaning. All understanding without the one person she truly wished to comprehend.
"Do not worry. No matter what it takes, I will bring you back. I swear it, by my identity as the last ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐."
And then, she too vanished from the battlefield, beginning a search that would span countless worlds and endless ages.