The End.

You coat your blade in memory. Combined with your strength of arm, you can cut across great distances. However, it is far more effective to stab.

You intend to stab right though this tower, into the heart of the Demon.



The Demon's unknown position makes you wary. You consider using the Cursed Noble Tool, Stolen from the Traitor- The Scale of Fate. Although the Scale is an ultimate defensive tool, the cost-The redirection of karma- is so, so heavy. You will refrain from its use on a foe on its last legs... at least, what you hope are its last legs.



You'll decide this in a thrust. In the instant of motion.



Now.



As your arm flies down, you begin another thrust. One thrust won't be enough.

Nor will two.



Nor will three... four..fivesixseveneightnineteneleventwelve



You know what you are dealing with. No amount of thrusts will be a guarantee.

The tower becomes porous. You feel the Demon's flesh resist your extended blade.



Your stabs become more and more violent.



Suddenly, you realize you no longer feel resistance. Just dread.



You leap backwards.



The Demon appears an instant later.



"I... don't hate this."

The Demon's form spins, as it begins talking again.



"Spinning... the spiral is alive. It is not a bad thing. It is wonderful, actually."

Darkness violently and continuously spins around the Demon.



"Twisting, tightening, into a consolidated, volatile, single point. The conclusion."

It speaks further riddles. The spinning intensifies. The clouds rotate with the Demon, and grow dark.