"I… fin..ally did it… Kirit..sugu"

A hand reached out, disfigured with burn marks that resemble brown skin fading into transparency as the rest of the body follows suit.

"Finally… You worthless faker… Your time has come to an end." Golden armour glimmers into the surroundings as it illuminates the dim, depressing, ancient cave where two figures are seen present. "I do guess you have been granted your wish… For it to be gone from here, but I must say… What will happen to you?" It says as it stands, towering over the body of a crippled fighter that fought for its wish to be granted.

Raising its arm as a golden hilt with blue carving and a cylinder pillar with red zigzag lines start to turn in three parts in clockwise and anticlockwise rotations with red ripples coming of it in a perpendicular wave, this thing that not even the capabilities of tracing can understand its concept let alone its origins or materials. Its name sends shivers down the spins of those who know it. Its name is...

The Sword of Rupture.

"By I, Angelica Ainsworth, declare you boy, a crumb to Gaia, a pest that I shall terminate at once!"

"The Star Of Creation That Split Heaven And Earth!"

"Enuma Elish!"

A wave of power that even the Gods fear came from the tip of its pillar and into contact with said boy, he lays there, wasting away as a beam of red streaks tearing apart his lifeless body, turning it into nothingness, praying that his wish for his little sister was not set to waste, and instead he focused on all the things she will finally get to do and experience, like times when she will meet new people, and to go to school. But most importantly…

Being happy…

However, something else had plans for him...