The Days of End

The noise from the distance of the massive city of Zadrasel, as that Cyra is guards chasing behind and the stone road in front of him.

"You cant run Cyra, I can see you getting tired. You have ran ñong enough but this is the end"

Cyra, standing there against 100's of men he has once led and served, with his once trusted Commander, Kreig Shultz, standing before him. Exhausted as if he doesn't have control of his own body.

"Was it worth it Cyra? Betrayal of the greatest degree. You had so much use for Zedr-"

"BULLSHIT" Cyra yells. "YOU LIED TO ME. YOU LIED TO THEM. HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF THE DAMAGE YOU COULD DO TO THIS WORLD WITH THAT PLAN? HAVE YOU BEEN SCHEMING THIS WHOLE ENTIRE TIME? EVEN IF I DIE HERE IM MAKING SURE TO TAKE YOU WITH ME."

Smugly Krieg smiled "and how so, a man many people fear yet you barely can contain a breath. You wouldn't be able to lay a hand on me if you could."

The smile quickly disappeared as Krieg eyes pierced Cyra's gaze, the smugness was gone. All thar was seen was anger.

"THIS IS WHERE YOU DIE CYRA, ALONG WITH YOUR HISTORY. KILL HIM. MAKE SURE HE DOESNT LEAVE HERE ALIVE."

As the commander men charged, Cyra stood there trying to catch his breath, an immense aura surrounded Cyra. Ominous, dark. Very few has seen him rely on his prana, for his hatred over it unbound. The men quickly tremble knowing the destructive force he is without usage of it, their fear grew more with the thought of it.

"What are you shaking for men, he's weak."

The men cautiously with fear in their eyes, approaches knowing the danger that awaits them. As quick as they advanced, A dark wave quickly struck them. Incapacitated or dead all that stood was one. All that stood in the way of him and Krieg is a pile of bodies. Yet even with his strength his body is giving out. His aura consistently fluctuates. He struggles to get his power under control but its of no avail.

"What did you do to me?" As Cyra groans and struggles to even keep both eyes open.

"I did what I must. I knew that i couldn't fight you head on without losing an arm or my life. I have to ensure your death for my plans."

Gritting his teeth, frustration grew on Cyra's face. He knew whatever poisoned him didn't just weaken him. It completely disrupted his body so he cant hold his transformation or summon his relic.

"RAHHHHHH" Cyra yells as he rushes over gaining distance with a flash yet his punch felt like it was sent back straight back at him.

"You are usually calmer than this." Krieg said. His eyes menacingly staring at Cyra like a wolf is about to devour a lamb. Krieg draws his sword and stabs Cyra in his legs to prevent him from running before soon attacking his arms.

"Aghht" Cyra moans as he try to resist the pain. Trying to get up but fumbles on his own feet, Krieg follows behind watching him try to crawl

"You see Cyra. You was a very powerful asset of mine. A loyal soldier and holding two artifacts, but you see that is where the issue came in. How many people apart from me can stand toe to toe with you? Even with my prana, I have to be incredibly careful. My biggest advantage is that you dislike your prana, but its precautions so i had to disrupt both your prana and relic. I rather not be on the front end of that spear. You see we been developing a dampener to make the mana within your body unstable. You wont be able to use any prana or retrieve the relic."

Krieg grin quickly turned into a cold menacing stare. His eyes devoid of life as a tear trickle down his eye. He lifted his sword and thrust it into Cyra's chest.

"This is the end." Krieg voice turned into a whisper.

"She would have been proud of you."

Krieg sheathe his sword and turn from his once closest companion. Cyra eyes losing all light then deepens into a deep black with his iris turning purple. Black marks from under his bloody garment flows across his face. As quick as Krieg turned around, Cyra vanished. Wandering aimlessly in a trance like state, he is hanging on by a mere thread 100's of Kilometers from the place he should have died. But his body can only hold out so much with the poison affecting him. He knows he doesn't have much time left. He finally got to the entrance of a small town. Little by little he is losing sight and the only thing he can hear is a buzzing in his ears. His body finally gave out as he collapsed to the ground.