The Vanguard
Fire, destruction. The ravage of the heavens left it's scars on the earth. But amidst the destruction, she stood. She did it. And he roared in thunderous laughter, applauding his foe from the bottom of his heart, praising her from the depths of his soul.
His smile was as wide as the sky, as radiant as the sun. Yes, there was an opponent of dazzling quality before him. One who could very well best him. He was outmatched, it was a fact clear as day. O what joy, what unspeakable bliss there is to be found when standing before one's equal. So he hoped, he prayed and he commanded that this moment would last forever.
"Well said! Then, let us fight to our heart's content! World against heaven, heaven against heaven, hegemony against hegemony! Let us fall under the curtain of battle's rapture! Against a brilliant foe like yourself, THERE IS NO NEED TO HOLD BACK IS THERE!?"
Yes, his blade would surely not dull against such an opponent. Standing above the Empress, he spoke with words as sweet as honey. A dulcet voice filled with power beyond mortality, a tongue descending from a time where all beings were united under one banner.
Power came forth from his call, an oppressive yet enticing display of might. The skies were torn, ravaged and cast away before that man. A blinding light shattered the pyres into oblivion, the vanguard's mane of a silver radiance. Beastly, incandescent as the sun.
The Sun, since the end times, his brothers in song had rivalled
Bolting long a path predestined, with thunder echoing in his wake
And with swiftness — swiftness beyond measure –, his perpetual cycle fought
His path ravaged, to ashes scorched
Unknown, peerless supremacy, by heavens wrought
Vast is the sky, its waves reaching horizons far and wide; eternal is the radiance of its womb
And so let us ride this moment and dash forth, swift as light, quick as an eternal star
Hear my plea, and grant this one wish: the world longs for an era of peace; days that know not strife
In a world where only peace is lord, and men join hands in liberty… Allow me to sing but this, O Heavens:
For the world is but a shade beneath your beauty!
I wish upon your unending star – guide me to heights unknown.
AWAKEN, O HARBINGER! LET YOUR GLORIA REACH BEYOND THE HEAVENS AND SCREAM AN OPERA OF YOUR NAME ALONE!!
The clouds were moving at ridiculous speeds, as if their cycle completed itself in mere instants. The heavens shattered.
In hand, a silver halberd, it's tip an ornate blade of gold. A shine that shamed even the stars came forth from the man's weapon and like a meteor he descended upon the empress.