Chapter 393 - Dawn Breaks White, a Funeral Song for a New Beginning, Part Seven
The demonic 'sword' woven by my partner, Sora, shone brightly.
The worldly 'sword' spun by the princess, Ashe, shone brightly.
And the 'sword' in my hand, soaring high, high into the air, blazed with a pure white light that stained the sky.
"—'The breath of slumbering white.'"
Armor gone, shields gone. All I brandished was this single blade, for I needed nothing else.
"'The arm of a fool, clinging to memory, who yearned for the distant, noble canopy.'"
This was what once was a piece of scrap metal, which had struck with its fangs in accordance with its master's pride.
"'Hollow chasm, empty wail, carve open the darkness and return.'"
This was what had once challenged the endless pillar together with me, what had sworn with me to rise again and seek a rematch.
"'This blessed self.'"
The time for waiting is over. Now, here, with a brilliance more dazzling than anything else,
"'Yearning for the yonder.'"
It soars through the sky with me—my soul's other half, seeking to strike down its one and only object of admiration.
…Hey, big guy. This is a rematch, so I've gotta pay you back, right?
I know I've brought along some rule-breaking reinforcements and received some insane follow-up with a barrage of massive ultimate attacks, but I'm going to exercise my privilege as a 'challenger' and declare it now.
An insignificant strike, and a strike from an unattainable height.
We started this relationship by trading one blow each—so there's no other way to end it!!
"'This blade's point is the singing arrow of the end and the beginning'…!"
Its wings scorched, its tail severed, its halo shattered, the 'White Throne' raised its neck.
The white dragon that had looked down on me from so far above that day. Now our positions were reversed, our gazes meeting… and its eyes seemed to tell a story, as if to say, I remember you.
[Tsarkalv of the White Throne] narrowed its golden eyes and slowly aimed its jaw toward the heavens.
As if to say it accepted my challenge—then let's do this.
"'To reach the White Throne… become divine lightning'…!"
To hell with what comes next. Either we win, or you win—
"'Now, here, I shall draw a falling star'…!"
I entrust everything to my soul's partner, my Anima, and unleash it.
"Reach, connect, and pierce—[El Solas (The White Lightning of Nostalgia that Deceived Gods)]!!!"
The breath of annihilation fired from the dragon's jaw and the thunder of the white sword thrown from a man's hand.
Their intersection, just like that first fateful encounter, ended without a sound.
The pure white light devoured the breath and soared from heaven to earth.
"—…"
And it deeply, ever so deeply, pierced straight through the body of the white dragon as it calmly closed its eyes.
No need for lengthy, meaningless banter.
They were rivals who had locked eyes for only a few brief moments.
While scattering some mysteries and other things, this marks a stopping point.
I'll see you all again tomorrow.