There's a long silence, a long lull in the conversation between these dying entities. An anima is lying on top of an enormous dragon, both are slowly bleeding out, their wounds so severe that not even the miraculous medicine of the Succeri would be able to prolong their life longer than a few minutes.
Looking around there can only be seen death and devastation. This was once a prosperous sector of a rich galaxy, now only a husk of its former self, with entire systems converted to debris. There are traces of all of the more dangerous radiations, both Superior and Inferior. Even in all this death, there's a beauty that makes one's heart bleed, a beauty so merciless that only the settling of the eyes on it for a moment would mean the destruction of lesser beings.
Another long silence imposes itself between the two old behemoths, this silence is not only long, it is vast as well. This silence isn't even disturbed by crows as is usual on battlefields or fields of slaughter. No crow dares come close to where the dying terrors lay on their death bed.
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The ancient anima lets out a terrific laugh, coupled with the fact that his lungs are gurgling because of the blood that has seeped into them it creates a picture that reminds oneself of the original concept of Madness. It is obvious to the sole observer of this scene that the two myths dying in front of it have lost all reason.
This unconcerned observer is a strange creature, for looking at the level of its strength it should already be dead. It wasn't. This cannot be explained by any reason. It should in any reasonable situation already be dead, not looking at the final moments of the greatest Immortals the Cosmos had ever known.
The Observer (as it is his name) saw the visage of the dragon contrite in a barely contained fury as he tried to gather his energies to strike one last time before the end. As it seemed that he had finally gathered enough for a last blow, the anima spit into the dragon's eye, breaking his concentration and making the energies gathered disperse.
On hearing that the Observer noticed that the dragon's face had been lit with shock, well, at least to his opinion that had to be shock, but who knew what to think about reptilian expressions.
The Observer noticed stupefaction in the voice of the dying dragon. But the type of stupefaction that you see when a cynical dog is proven wrong.
The Observer felt both shock and surprise at the statement, as to his knowledge the primordial races had all been hunted to extinction before they had achieved sentience.