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Region: Monarchist and Democratic Alliance

LodgedFromMessages
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource

Ephraim walks through the streets of a Powerian city, he's looking for something, but has yet to find it, it wasn't in DeltaSource, and the only other place associated with his past is the DoP. As he's walking he hears and explosion, looking up, he sees a building falling towards him, he panics, calls out Eurus, who creates a barrier around him and nearby people, as he braces himself, holding his hands over his face.....nothing happens. He opens his eyes again and sees everything is normal, but what was that??? He looks around, confused.
"You ok?"
a man asks, Ephraim looks at him confused.
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"Well, I don't know what happened, but whatever you did looked impressive."
Ephraim winces as he calls back Eurus. "Thanks, I have to go now."
"..."
The man falls silent, and everyone stops moving, Ephraim waves his hand in front of the man's face, no response. Suddenly, a sword flies into the ground, creating a crater, incinerating people as a circle of flames flies off the sword. Kyogya descends and picks up his sword, flourishing it before pointing it at Ephraim.
"I finally meet my other half."
Ephraim takes a step back before summoning Eurus again, "Who are you?"
"I go through all the effort to make myself as recognizable as possible, and yet you still can't see it? I am Kyogya, lord of destruction, and the slayer of gods. I've come to claim you, my other half. Make me whole again, and we can fulfill our calling."
"Which is what exactly?"
"The destruction of this pathetic world, none of it deserves to exist."
"Heh, sorry, but I've kinda taken a liking to it."
"So you have made your allegiance clear, you have chosen death." he runs his hand across his sword, it glows red as ancient Deltan text appears on it. "I will claim your body and soul as my trophy, and be reunited with my full power!"
Time resumes and people see Kyogya. They run in terror as a burst of flames comes off his body, Eurus protects Ephraim and draws his own sword.

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