The End.

You are... Female.



Your age seems to have been erased. Your wounds are unfortunately not, few as they are. You are slender, and are lined in flowing yet practical armor. Your hair is long- extremely long and unkempt, constantly swirling as the energies at play flow.



Behind you is a world you must save, even if most of it is too far away.

You still wish you were not here nearly alone, but it seems there will be nothing standinlg behind you but the once proud kingdom, long since fallen. Even the Twin Towers of Midnight no longer stand.



Gathering yourself, you summon up the memories you carried with you- remnants of the people who had fallen on this path, and the feelings of those who could not come with you.

You do not begrudge them for not being here, now. They tried. They really, truly tried.

Just like you try now.



You reflect those thoughts off of the Light of Judgement, deflecting their essence into shields- hexagons of light and memory, solid planes of reality. The Demon's darkness cannot penetrate them.

It withdraws.

You know it will not be so simple. However, you do nothing. It is the Demon's move now. Some of the memories you carry have shown that to strike first against the Demon is to be struck last.



The Demon withdraws into a human form. It seems... focused, like a coiled-



-snake. In a blink and blur, it smashes the closest shields. You silently bid farewell to the memories, and hope that they will be drawn back to your five cores soon.



Moving like a thousand entangled whips, the Demon approaches in a flash.

It is time to make a move- more likely many, many moves.