A Lost Book

He looked around himself, noting that bodies were strewn about everywhere; that of his friends who had attempted to help stand up the Great Oppressor: Medadre, leader of the Nazlar, the people who had descended from the dark god Zied himself. Blood marred his white cloak and his golden eyes glared into Medadre's own purple orbs, at this point, they had been fighting for a mere day. He with his party against Medadre by himself, and Medadre had proven to be more powerful than he had ever anticipated.

All around trees were destroyed, bodies had been crushed by meteors, the rain barely washing away all the blood that now marred the Thyrian soil. The light of the lands had died down, leaving very little for one to see the other, though a soft glow of radiating energy from a strange form that surrounded Medadre proved to be of useful lighting. Medadre had his arms folded in front of him, his red kimono stained even darker with the blood of his enemies before him.

He looked down upon the single man that now stood before him, narrowing his eyes, "Keiro, you are alone now, all of your friends have now met their untimely demise at my hand, and you shall receive the same end should you continue to fight against me."

Keiro took a step back, he had seen firsthand what that green orb could do, but he didn't falter knowing that the orb surrounding the demon was Destruction Incarnate, "You've been making sore mistakes, Medadre, this will only further the wars that had plagued Thyria long before this. Take a step back and look at what you've done, just look."

"I don't care for anyone else but my own people... A man from a long-time hermitage thinks he can take me on when Master Seya and his pathetic girlfriend couldn't..." Medadre's purple eyes began to glow, triangular and square-like shapes were flowing through his pupil, "You will see why the Secrets are even beneath me."

"Why can't we both go back to the way things were before any of this happened, I know the real you is still in there, Medadre. I can sense it." Keiro pleaded, trying to gain at least a semblance of footing, "You know exactly what I'm speaking of..."

"That time is long past us, old friend. It's time to die, loser..." The green orb shifted, changing its shape to that of what appeared to be a rather extremely large, ethereal sword held by Medadre. Keiro was quick to form an avatar of energy to surround him as well as execute an attack at the same time Medadre did.

Their attacks clashed creating a large orb of white energy, brightening the dark atmosphere on the planet of Thyria.