@spiras-summoner for plotted starter~
βΌ ΰΌΊ :|| Β Β Β Β Bothersome insects. Try as they might, hope as much as they like, he was infinite in this domain. Within Sin, energy abundant for the taking as a bottomless well of replenishment. Utilizing the conjured, ticking dials behind him and his form rebirthed once more as an image fitting the final aeon Yuna refused him to be, Seymour turned his mad gaze towards the Summoner and her foolish Guardians in their forlorn attempts.
Damned. Damned fools! Even Yuna. Even... his mother as the summoner called the aeon he had once clung so bittersweetly unto, wailing sorrowfully in opposition against her own son. Those screams tearing what remained of his shattered soul asunder. Everyone had turned against him now.
Cut all the ties that bind. There was no need holding back any longer.
Firagas one after another. Blizzagas. Thundagas. All conjured in mad succession as they scurried like filthy rats escaping their finality. All of them. Why did they cling to their hollow existence. Ignorant and pitiful as they were. This feeling of hate burned and the fires of magic could not incinerate them. Try as he might. This power was just not enough. And each Guardian's attack only furthered to weaken him. Dwindling, dissipating, failing.
But was this the end? Could it be?
With the toil of their combined efforts, this Omnis form could no longer maintain its perfection. Pyreflies of that of a man reformed and weak, the physical being of Seymour collapsed before them On his knees with head hung low in coerced penitence, he lifted his defeated eyes towards her. Perhaps... somewhere in the recesses of his mind, there was desire for this painful existence to finally conclude.
Then there was a cry throughout all of Sin, and the belly of the eternal beast shook as an earthquake tossed them like children's dolls. Whether this was consequence of their battle or Sir Jecht reacting towards the parasites within him, the dais where they stood began to crumble beneath beneath them.
