Destruction plaguing a world, ruin throughout a battlefield in the midafternoon. Enormous machines firing rays, slaughtering many in their terror. One racing through the insanity, his great determination.
Swiftly moving around the attacks, extending his katar afar. Rushing forward, piercing through his target. Sparks emitting, the soon violently exploding machine. Rubble flying everywhere, trees scattering on the land.
This never ending torment, living in a hellish nightmare. Carrying on in his direction, keeping his vision on his goal. Words echoing through his mind, a sinister voice crushing him.
"I admire your talent, so I will cut you a deal. Bring me the Destruction Gem, and I will spare this world, or whatever remains of it."
Standing in the madness, the man catching his breath. Parts from his red armor missing, blood streaming down his body. His deep frustration, quickly moving out of the way from an attack. The assault colliding into the land, ripping away the surroundings.
"What would you say, if you knew what I have to do to save this world...?" biting his lower lip.
Two meeting long ago, their bond during a crisis. A man eternally keeping it to his heart, trying to believe in his direction. An endless nightmare everyday, a torture forever branding on him.
His hastily moving feet, quickly fleeing the battlefield. Shortly standing behind a large vehicle, glancing back in unease.
"At this rate, I'll be done in..." Frowning, his eyes below.
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Everything steadily worsening, a man slowly losing his hope. An individual pushing his limits, swallowing his pride, someone desiring for a brighter tomorrow. His low supplies, enemies all around him.
Slowly shifting his vision ahead, his surprise at an old communication device. A large figure with a crack in its screen, roots binding the metal standing plate below.
"I thought they were all destroyed. Maybe...maybe I can contact him!" rushing towards the object.
His heavily pounding heart, visualizing one from his past. Two working together long ago, bringing forward new possibilities with each other. Forever branding words, the man recalling an old promise.
Valor and the man in a war camp, both wearing brown uniforms. Metal fences stretching far, the harsh dusty terrains around them.
The deity standing up, bracing against the fence. The other sitting down, his hand behind his head. These two underneath the setting sun, their eyes to the vast sky.
"Elec, you and me both, we'll make this world a better place." Valor shifting his vision to his friend, extending his hand.
"And we'll find some work together, and live a simple life." Elec smiling, gripping the deity's hand.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Who knows, maybe I'll find more interesting stuff to research." The god laughing a bit.
"Hah! You're kinda mad to be here, but I can admire that." The man looking down, shaking his head in disbelief.
Sentiments never leaving the person, a promise between two long ago. Their parting in the old days, his companion tackling Ragnärok. Both wishing for another way, yet an agreement binding one to the heavens.
The man waiting many years, passionately continuing their work. Elec soon standing in front of the device, quickly booting it up. Grabbing the screen board, quickly tying in a message.
"Valor, if this finds you, please come back. I need you more than ever now, and I don't know how much longer I can last. We promised we would make this world a better place, and I never did stop trying. Your friend, Elec."
I sent the message, using its limited functions to track Valor with an old item from him. If this message does find you my friend, then please, I need your help...