At last, it is done. I have slain the pillar of gloom, a symbol of raw, immovable hatred, of a malice that cares not for what stands before it solely that it is bright. It was done perhaps not from my power alone, but through my will. Before me the hero lies drained and helpless, having spend her strength to fuel the wall for a final blast.
And I am here, victorius.
Victorious yet... weary. The hero lies before me now, but I fear I lack the power to capture her for more than a moment. Her blade, on the other hand?
I must make haste, for her friends and allies move ever swiftly in my great shadow, clutching and grasping at any chance to bring me down to their level.
But I shall not fall. I am Noxie, Noxie the Overlady of Miramort, Noxie the Slayer of the Silver Beast, Noxie the Demon Princess who shall bear a thousand and more titles besides, Noxie who now grasps the blade of light Verbolfreade wrapped within cloth.
I will turn it to my will, to cast shadow rather than call shine. And one day, I shall be known as-
Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiieeeee ouch is that seriously- no no no not during my spee- argh I WILL SMITE YOU- there, gloom time! Ehehehehe...
Ah. You heard that, didn't you.
Bad news, that wyvern from before interrupted my big moment.
Good news, I now have a gloom-corrupted wyvern to carry me home.