Sula breathed in and out. She let her gaze travel on the barren world burned by fire. It has been years since her blood-brother left. No, they disappeared and never came back.

The world turned into nothing but a landscape of ashes. The world despite how enormous it was could not contain the sheer amount of power released by the Eon-Father and the Burnt Woman. The ocean was evaporated and the constant flash floods and destruction of the land have turned the land into an uninhabitable wasteland.

The Gods had abandoned them. None of them were able to repel this apocalypse. They could only run from this battle and hope that they could survive.

That’s what she did when all of this started.

“Aria?” She called to the Knight Maiden of Roses. There was no one other than her in this ash made of a hill. Overhead of her was a burning mountain and an ocean that was formed recently by the Eon-Father. However, the power of the Burnt Woman did not stop growing in the time they had been fighting. Sula had seen mountains thrown and split apart. She saw the rain and storm of the Eon-Father split apart. She had seen things that she would have not believed. The stars that broke as they clashed. The sky that was filled with thousands of stars from a distance creating a myriad of lights that she could never imagine. How much of a speck she was in this universe?

“Insane,” said Sula, lifting her half-broken body. She dragged her flatten left leg and traveled her gaze to the fallen. The Knight of the Roses banner stood proudly on the side. She felt an overwhelming sense of pride as she saluted the banner she had served for years.

“Time does fly when you don’t notice it,” she paced on the place where a shield still held. That shield had the symbols of rose and the one holding it stood her ground.

“Oh, Aria, my sister, you are made of steel,” Sula said, bowing her head in front of the Rosen Knight.

Sula took the shield from Aria and laid her body on her arms. She closed her eyes that did not have the look of someone who knew that she did. No, even in death she won’t give up. That’s what she was and Sula hated it that she had not met her sooner. She was someone who she would die for.

“Bloods,” she sat cross-legged next to Ari. “O blood that dwells within me. Heal thy body.”

Blood seeped out of her pore. The blood, however, did not wrap around her body like how it should. It only went back to her body, making her cough a mouthful of blood. Sula took the straps of body armor and pluck it away. She held her stomach and saw a fragment of rock that was stuck on the lower side of her left rib. She wasn’t feeling the pain, but she knew that it was too late for her.

“Oh, looks like this is the end? With my sisters by my side? Ah, what a glorious way to go then,” she stopped herself from tending to her wound. “O blood father, I shall offer thy lifeblood into your hands.”

She lowered her head. She pulled her dagger and cut her hair short, tying that hair around her wrist. She took all the pieces of her armor and watched as the figure of the burnt woman appeared in the sky. The Eon-Father, whose light of power was dimmer than ever. While the Burnt Woman who was gathering such power just by appearing.

“IT IS NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU.”

“I HAVE NO WORDS TO SPEAK. YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. YOU HAD NO RIGHT. I DON’T CARE FOR YOUR PETTINESS.”

The Burnt Woman simply extended her power-wrought hand. The Eon-Father was instantly pierced by the light that came out from the stars.

“YOU REPRESENT THE STORM WHILE I REPRESENT FIRE. I WAS HERE BEFORE YOU FOOL. I AM THE BURNT WOMAN. I AM THE CORE OF THIS WORLD AND YOU CHOOSE TO BATTLE ME IN MY BODY. IN MY PLANET?”

She drove the spikes of light to the Eon-father. The sun itself became her weapon as it wrapped around the figure of the Eon-Father.

“YOU KNOW NOTHING.”

“Then you underestimate me,” said the Burnt Woman. This time Sula saw her manifest in her true form. A beautiful woman with golden hair with eyes of red. She wore a dress that seems like it was worn out. Sula did not understand why a woman this powerful would wear such a plain dress.

“How beautiful.”

The Burnt Woman floated above the air with the myriad of galaxies behind her. The sun which was the brightest among the galaxies that seem to gather around him continued orbiting around her. A stream of power was being drained out of the Eon-Father.

“Stop this!”

His voice no longer held no power.

“Stop? I had devoured most of you. You are the only one left other than the bystander. Where is the obsidian flower?”

“She’s no longer here. I have taken her to the next world.”

“She has grown powerful and you choose to send her away. How typical of you.”

She pulled the power out of the Eon-Father. The storms that raged died out. The sun took out the clouds and what was left was a world burning. Sula could feel her life being drained away. All she could see was the life force of the planet being taken away.

“Oh?”

She saw the Burnt Woman turned her way. A tower rose behind the Burnt Woman.

“You are alive, I’m sorry that you have to go through this hell. But, I will not speak any excuses. Rest now, warrior, you will all be reborn in a place not like this. This I promise with my whole heart.”

Sula saw the Burnt woman pull the tower of mirage from the depths of the world. She saw how the world became like the stars with only the tower and the burnt woman existing.