Alexander looked around. Corpses were strewn about; Murdered by his weapon, a blood-red blade, beautiful gleaming in the moonlight of this fateful day. Arcana, powered by Soulforce, began to circulate around him, basking his silhouette in a fiery light.

In front of him, a middle-aged man stood, grimly staring. Both were exhausted. Both had completely decimated the army of their opposing power.

“Aloysius, never would have I thought that I would meet you in a chaotic battleground of this stature…” Alexander murmured.

“Please, my old friend, we are both but foolish pawns, working for the will of our fiendish kings. Who would’ve thought that two of us, Blademaster of Dawn and Rider of The Violet Morrow, shall fight in this place.” Aloysius said and smiled wistfully.

They were pawns, nothing more, nothing less. Once, a lifetime ago, they may have been friend and friend, ally and ally, but now, they are enemies.

The Blademaster of Dawn, whose sword was resplendent of a rising sun.

The Rider of The Violet Morrow, a Dragonmaster whose signature Dragonslayer could sever and entire mountain in two.

This legendary figures, whom had been wronged by fate, were now standing in front of each other, corpses of their allies and enemies, friends and beloved, strewn about.

“We were nothing but pawns...nothing more...nothing less…” Alexander said solemnly, and then gripped his blood-red blade, Dawnbreak, and charged towards Aloysius.

Like this, a battle never before seen in the history of Gaia, had been fought. Fought by men who were nothing but pawns, nothing more, and nothing less...

All of the legendary swordplay, battle art, technique, magic, everything they knew had been employed in this epic battle. Aloysius Violet had used his Dragonslayer countless amounts of time. Alexander Dawnblade had thrown his Solar Severance numerously, depleting his Soulforce.

Now, instead of a mountain corpses, an apocalyptic wasteland surrounded them. Both of them were in ghastly conditions, their armor broken, gashes, cuts, lacerated slashes, all married into their bodies.

Alexander gripped Dawnbreak forceful, his knuckles going pure white. Cold eyes had replaced his previous nostalgic ones.

Aloysius stared at his eternal friend, one who had sacrificed much for his sake. It wouldn’t be exaggeration to say that Alexander was one of the main reasons that Aloysius had been able to become a Rider of The Violet Morrow and take upon himself the lastname of Violet.

‘It is time to end this...it seems that Aloysius will own me quite a large debt…” Alexander though, a small smile playing on his face.

Without hesitation, Alexander plunged Dawnbreak into his chest, through his beating heart!

“Alexi!” Aloysius said with shock, grief, despair, and knowing misery all appearing on his face at once.

Alexander coughed blood. ‘Damn, why did I forge Dawnbreak so well...Damn, this is painful, I should have added a pain-deterrence Rune when I was enchanting it...”

Aloysius appeared beside his eternal friend in a flash, gripping his hand and staring at the smiling eyes of Alexander, smiling eyes that had smiled when they were barely born, smiling eyes that had smiled when Aloysius had betrayed him, smiling eyes that had smiled innocently regardless of the dire predicament they had been in.

With a small groan escaping him, Alexander pulled out Dawnbreak from his chest and gave it to him. Nothing but a thought had separated Alexander from his long partner, who had been with him for over a thousand years.

Alexander presented the pristine-white hilt to Aloysius, who stared at him gaping, small incomprehensible mutters escaping from his mouth. “Take...it…” Alexander whispered, “Kill me with it...and let us...be done, with this godforsaken...war…”

Grabbing the Dawnbreak, Aloysius stared at him with a lost expression, before closing his eyes...and plunging the magnificent sword into Alexander.

The smiling eyes froze before slowly becoming lifeless. Alexander had died.

The Dawnblade Clan would be not even blame him. They were kind, the whole lot of them. They wouldn’t even hate him. They won’t hate him!

“Why, why, why! Why must you all be so kind!” Aloysius gave a wretched cry, hugging the corpse of his eternal friend. The Dawnbreak glew with a divine-like brilliance, indicating that it had chosen Aloysius has it's new master.

“This whole war, damn them, damn them all! I shall kill them!” Aloysius growled. Soulforce circulated throughout his whole body, bathing it in a fiery golden light. The uniqueness of Dawnbreak had already mixed into him.

“I shall bide my time, and I shall kill them. Those wretched two, I shall kill them both!” Aloysius murmured and then gripped Dawnbreak, before muttering a quick incantation. In front of him, a Void Portal appeared, swirling mysteriously.

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Aloysius stepped through it and looked at the corpse of his eternal friend, one that he would remember. This was only the beginning of his suffering, that Aloysius would experience…

Meanwhile, Alexander had long since departed from the Shenghou Plane of Existence, Land of Living. Looking around, his expert eyes noted every single movement made within the darkness that surrounded him.

“Good, thy is perceptive.” Suddenly, a ancient, primordial voice broke through the

“Who!” Alexander roared as his senses wildly moved about, Spiritual Perception, Sunlight Orb, none of his magic had worked. Even though Alexander could feel an almost unfathomable deep amount of Soulforce in his vicinity, he could not pinpoint it’s location!

“I am Freyja, Sun Goddess of Light.” Looking in front of him, a fog spread out, and Alexander gained a feeling of motion, as if he had been granted a physical body. Out of the white fog, a ethereal beauty walked out.

Anyone else would’ve drooled, but not Alexander. Long since had he found out, long since had he known; That the more beautiful a thing is, the more dangerous it could possibly be.

“Amazing, not many could resist this accursed beauty of mine. Thee hath extremely good character, a pure soul, your karmic merit in itself is leagues beyond that of a Cherub. Tell me, mortal, why does thee think thy is conversing with a deity instead of entering Valhalla?” Freyja said, speaking in an old dialect befitting of the primality that Alexander felt emanating from her.

“Either you wish to use to me, to force me, or to do something to me. I am no fool, the Emperor of Solitude had long since fixed that,” Alexander coldly said.

“Ye, who hath been wronged, don’t not think of me as a wretched wraith such as your Emperor, I know well enough how much suffering thy soul hath endured. I am here to help thee, as I have watched your entire life, and felt it unjust for such a soul of purity to be wronged by fate.” Freyja said with irritation.

This did not perturb Alexander at all, even if a Fire Giant, a Sutr, were to be irritated with one such as him, it would not even send a small ripple through his lake of tranquility.

“If not to use me, why have you summoned me? Why not let me enter Valhalla, and enjoy paradise?” Alexander asked with curiosity.

“Thy is clever, I hath summoned thee for I know thy disposition, it is that of warrior. Thy shalt suffocate in paradise, it would bore thee, sending thee into madness.” Freyja said, looking directly through Alexander in one go.

It was true. Even if Alexander had an angel-like disposition, that was only to his allies and beloved. Anyone else, be it stranger, king, lord, or enemy, Alexander would treat coldly, brimming with bloodlust at the anticipation of battle.

Alexander Dawnblade was exactly as his legend had described him, a cold, ruthless, yet unstoppable sun that would do whatever it pleases.

“I shall give thy a chance.” Freyja said suddenly with excitement. Waving her hand, a beautiful, awe-inspiring scenery appeared around them. Stars. Planetary Bodies. Celestial Sun. Celestial Moon. Law-defying sights. All of them appeared.

Motioning to their surrounding, Freyja proudly said, “This is mine Cosmos, nurtured and cared for, for over a million millennia and trillions upon trillions of eons. My husband, Odin himself, had been overcome by jealousy at the grandiose sight of my Cosmos, my Cosmos of Cronus.”

“What do you wish for me to do?” Alexander asked excitedly. It had not been visible at first, but Alexander had seen that almost everything was connected by a pitch-black, enormous piece of land.

“I shall reincarnate thy into mine Cosmos, with blessings of my own and blessings of Odin, as we both hath watch thee for all of thy life.” Freyja said pleasantly, “We only wish for thee to experience a life of happiness and hardship, not one filled with misery and suffering.”

This took Alexander aback. “Nothing else?” Alexander suspiciously asked.

“Nothing else, if you wish, I shall also grant thee mine Gift of Champions, though it shalt make you a Champion of Light, my Champion, I shall not bind thee in any way.” Freyja said, oddly happy for some reason.

Alexander noticed this and calmly said, “It is alright, for now, I do not wish to be a Champion, do I have a method of communication with you?”

“Ah, yes. If you wish to communicate with either me or mine husband, Odin, than you must travel to the Springs of Eternity. Also, I hope thou shalt enjoy thy new life.” Freyja smiled mischievously. This alarmed Alexander, but before he could say anything, the deity waved her hand, and darkness enveloped him, reincarnating him into the Cosmos of Cronus.