Ryu's arm trembled, but his aura pierced the skies. The finger collapsed into a rain and he basked in its light, his heart thrumming with a valiant air.
He took a breath and closed his eyes, the great swordstaff in his hand cracking to pieces and then shattering soon after.
Silence fell onto the world, a delicate cadence of wind and rush of energy filling what was once violence and oppression.
Ryu continued to stand high in the skies, his mind at peace and his body being filled with energy.
He slowly opened his eyes after a long while. Everything settled down and his aura became restrained, so in tune with the world that it was difficult even to see him though he made no effort to hide himself.
'It's about time to go.'
Ryu's next target was going to have to be the Dark False Shrine he needed… which meant he was going to have to take a much less safe trip into Fiend territory.