"If you must know, Ramaa my dear, we were just thwarting your-" And then the violet energy struck him. Despair. Hate. Rage and misery enough to scythe a planet clean, building in his gut, not the fire of a supernova but the terrible, all-consuming darkness of a black hole.
What was the point? What had they been fighting for, anyway, to prolong the inevitable? To stave off the end? Kuja knew what awaited, lurking within the darkness of eternity. If not Narayana, then Necron. If not Necron, then perhaps some other ancient horror, waiting for the opportunity to snuff out existence. "She's right, you know. I never thought about it- refused to, more like. But what are we even doing? A few pathetic, mortal men, struggling in vain to stave off entropy?" He speaks, now, with a cold, detached melancholy he hadn't felt since before Vaikuntha. Dimly, a part of him realizes that he can't remember something- something important, what was it? Someone had said something that was important to him, had shaped him into who he was today...
Do you think a defect like you could last forever?
All he can remember is Garland. Garland, father, maker, tormentor, enemy- and he'd been working for him the whole time!
You'll be dead, soon. Even as you die, you'll have died without ever leaving your mark on the world.
For a brief moment, Kuja watches dispassionately as his body changes, silver-white bleeding into crimson- as the Silver Dragon beneath him changes too, tainted by the Calamity's Violet in the eyes- and it takes off into the sky. "Once, they called me Reaper. An angel of death, come to cleanse the world and make way for a new one. A better one- and here Ramaa intends to do the same. Her victory is as inevitable as the dying of the stars- and you all seem to think you can fight it. How? Just by believing you can? It's time, I think, to dispel some delusions that you've all been laboring under. Now how did that line go, it was one of Avon's best, I thought- ah, yes." It's almost like a dance, the way he soars through the air, dozens- hundreds of orbs collecting around him, around the Silver Dragon that screams its rage at the rabble collected below.
MELODY LEVEL 3 TRANCE
"Cower now, brief mortals! For I am Death, 'gainst whom no lock may hold, nor fastened portal bar!"
> Shockwave (The Heroes of Light | AOE) Deals Medium Non-elemental Magic damage. > Focused Ultima (The Heroes of Light | AOE) Deals Extreme Non-elemental Magic damage, doubled.
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And then the violet energy struck him. Despair. Hate. Rage and misery enough to scythe a planet clean, building in his gut, not the fire of a supernova but the terrible, all-consuming darkness of a black hole.
What was the point? What had they been fighting for, anyway, to prolong the inevitable? To stave off the end? Kuja knew what awaited, lurking within the darkness of eternity. If not Narayana, then Necron. If not Necron, then perhaps some other ancient horror, waiting for the opportunity to snuff out existence. "She's right, you know. I never thought about it- refused to, more like. But what are we even doing? A few pathetic, mortal men, struggling in vain to stave off entropy?" He speaks, now, with a cold, detached melancholy he hadn't felt since before Vaikuntha. Dimly, a part of him realizes that he can't remember something- something important, what was it? Someone had said something that was important to him, had shaped him into who he was today...
Do you think a defect like you could last forever?
All he can remember is Garland. Garland, father, maker, tormentor, enemy- and he'd been working for him the whole time!
You'll be dead, soon. Even as you die, you'll have died without ever leaving your mark on the world.
For a brief moment, Kuja watches dispassionately as his body changes, silver-white bleeding into crimson- as the Silver Dragon beneath him changes too, tainted by the Calamity's Violet in the eyes- and it takes off into the sky. "Once, they called me Reaper. An angel of death, come to cleanse the world and make way for a new one. A better one- and here Ramaa intends to do the same. Her victory is as inevitable as the dying of the stars- and you all seem to think you can fight it. How? Just by believing you can? It's time, I think, to dispel some delusions that you've all been laboring under. Now how did that line go, it was one of Avon's best, I thought- ah, yes." It's almost like a dance, the way he soars through the air, dozens- hundreds of orbs collecting around him, around the Silver Dragon that screams its rage at the rabble collected below.
TRANCE
"Cower now, brief mortals! For I am Death, 'gainst whom no lock may hold, nor fastened portal bar!"
> Shockwave (The Heroes of Light | AOE)
Deals Medium Non-elemental Magic damage.
> Focused Ultima (The Heroes of Light | AOE)
Deals Extreme Non-elemental Magic damage, doubled.