And there he stood, chosen to stand alone against the most powerful, most malevolent force ever known to Corpadis, or even the universe in which it resides. A lone warrior, brave or foolish, but forever will be remembered a hero to his friends and those who knew him with good will towards him. He was Garvonis Enslire, one of the greatest kings of Corpadis...

    “So, Xaor, it’s come to this,” Garvonis said, his voice easily displaying his exhaustion of both mind and body.
    “So it has. But I must say, it was quite fun, you managed to make me tap into some of my power. You should be proud,” Xaor said with a quickly faded grin.
    Garvonis took a peak behind him, and saw that everyone else had escaped aboard the Black Destiny. He turned his attention back to Xaor and said, “Well, I think it’s about time we finish this then?”
    Xaor’s grin faded back onto his face as he let out these words, “Everything you know will be crushed… And the best part is it won’t even be by my hands. Not yet, anyways.”
    “More of your deflated prophecies, Xaor? Really, I’d thought you’d get tired of making the pointless, and dare I say, unfounded foreshadowing.” Garvonis said with his own mocking grin.
    Xaor’s face quickly turned into a displeased look, obviously not liking his disrespectfulness. “And you’d think you’d show a little bit of respect to someone infinitely stronger than you. Of all my power, you think prophesying isn’t one of them? Really now, Garvonis, great ‘Wisdom of Alpha and Omega’, I’d thought you were smarter than that.”
    “Well, I’m here, standing alone, against a being with infinitely more power than myself. Doesn’t get any less smart than that,” Garvonis said with a mocking smirk.
    “You make a valid point there, but I think the time for chit chat has ended. Enjoy these last few moments, as I tear you limb from limb!”
    And with those last words, Xaor, in a flash, charged as he drew his sword, and swung a flash of a slash, barely missing Garvonis, though easily cut through some of his hair. Using his hands, Garvonis tumbled a somersault to the right, drawing his greatsword after recovering, raising it to meet Xaor’s lightning quick follow up charge and strike.
    “Well, I must admit, anyone else and they wouldn’t have survived the first strike,” Xaor said, his face showing some excitement building up. “Don’t let me down; try to give a good fight!” He said as he forced Garvonis back with an extreme display of raw force. Garvonis, keeping his legs bent and sword up in a defense stance, immediately began scanned the area. Xaor had seemingly disappeared. He quickly looked around, extending what little will of the spirit he had left to use it to boost his senses of the surrounding area.
    It was a very dark night, with no moons out at all, a rare night often talked about as being the night of the deathly darkness, an ill omen to any who find themselves in a bad situation. “This is about as bad as any can have,” Garvonis thought, and then turned his mind back to sensing his surroundings.
    “Shit!” Garvonis yelled as Xaor came crashing down with a force rivaling that of a meteor. Garvonis stood strong with Xaor’s sword crashing down on his with such might it cracked and pressed the ground beneath them. What followed was an all out display of swordsmanship between the two, both performing the best of what they knew. Though, at least Garvonis was. He knew he was fighting for his very immortality. If he lost this, he would have to start over in his quest for the knowledge of his soul origin. He wouldn’t accept that. His focus was completely on Xaor, and despite his efforts, he couldn’t escape from Garvonis’ senses. High in the air, crashing on the ground, their spirit-tempered bodies seemed to withstand anything they threw at each other. Truly, they were warriors among warriors, both masters in the art of combat, and neither could escape from each other.
    For hours they fought, their sword’s crashing again and again. It’s said those swords could be heard from around the world, and that all could see them fight, for the power of their spirits were released and could be felt all over the land. It was truly a battle of battles, a frightening display from both these men. But in the end, exhaustion set in, and Garvonis fell from a strike in the heavens.
    “Defying gravity in a fight to the death is such fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Xaor said as he hovered smoothly above the ground with a wide grin. ”It’s a shame most mortals will never know the possibilities of fighting in full 360 degrees, a shame I wont be able to fight like that more often.”
    Garvonis, beaten, muscles bruised, armor broken, and spirit severely drained, kneeled and supported himself on his sword. “My, Garvonis, if I knew I’d have YOU kneeling at me, I’d have beaten you to a pulp long ago!” Xaor let out a great, twisted laugh, as if he was truly happy with himself.
    “It’s not over yet, Xaaaoorrr!” Garvonis yelled his opponent’s name as he drew upon the last of his power from the very depths of his soul, and used it in synthesis with his sword’s piercing strike against Xaor. With Xaor caught off guard, Garvonis left a wound upon Xaor’s body.
    “You little maggot! How DARE you make a wound upon this body?!” Xaor had moved out of the way just enough to it only made a small slash against the side of his lower chest. Xaor, in his infinite power, showed an expression of infinite fear and shock. He thought, “How could he? Even if he drew upon the power of his soul, not even,” Xaor paused, looking upon the completely exhausted figure lying before him. He continued to think, “I see, so I’m not the only higher god around here. He must be a reincarnation of him. I knew he couldn’t just simply have that power by a fluke. No. Cronecia isn’t that great, but it seems he is that clever.” An expression of great excitement grew on Xaor’s face.
    “Garvonis,” he said, lightly kicking the broken down body of Garvonis, “I know you can still here me. Get up!” Xaor kicked him a bit harder. Garvonis let out coughs as he gasped for air, eventually making his way up via the support of his sword.
    “What, Xaor? Just finish it already.” Garvonis said, barely able to keep himself standing up in a pitiful display.
    “Garvonis, I have not known pain for some time. Consider it a great source of pride for you. And as such, I shall grant you mercy. A quick death, but your soul, and most importantly, it’s shell, the spirit, will even live,” Xaor said as his excitement grew so great he could barely contain himself. He continued speaking, but Garvonis was slipping from consciousness. All he could make out was, “Next we meet... expect you… god…” Xaor’s voice trailed off as Garvonis slipped even more, but hearing that was all he needed. He immediately drew a connection with his own previous thoughts about the origins of his soul, and what Xaor had said right before, and with the fact that no one before had managed to leave a wound on Xaor, even if they landed a blow, much less a scratch of any magnitude.
    “Now, Garvonis, it’s time. I bid you farewell,” Xaor raised his sword, and let the point of the blade swing down facing the earth. “May the winds of destiny carry you through the realms of the dead, and back through the living, as you find your fate among the stars. But don’t forget, in the end, you will come back to this place, and we will fight once more.” Those words were etched into Garvonis’ mind, he heard those loud and clear. He knew Xaor’s words meant more than just an uncommon metaphor. A journey through the realm of the dead.., a fate among the stars. He didn’t understand now, but as he felt Xaor’s blade coming down as he knelt once more, supported by his sword, his head facing down, he began to understand one thing. His journey was not over…
    The blade came down, piercing the back of Garvonis’ neck, and slicing its way down inside his back. Xaor retrieved his sword, whiped then sheathed it. He looked upon the dead corpse of the great Wisdom King. Garvonis, even though dead, remained knelt, with hands firmly grasped around his sword.
    “A warrior’s death...”