As the light cleared from everyone's eyes, they realised that they were no longer outside of Aaron's house. In the sky, an arena of light had been formed, and this is where they had been transported. Members of each Kingdom, some that they hadn't encountered before, lined the stands on the arena's edge. Soul tried to walk forward, but his body was kept in place. He was held back by bar-like chains that had been shoved inside of his body. They were in the same pattern that Crystet attacked him with. Cataclysmic Cyclone Strike.
Crystet appeared at the other side of the arena, staring Soul down with a set of plate armour lining his body. The armour was made out of solidified light, taking the form of armour reminiscent of the ones used by human soldiers. As long as ambient light from the arena touched Crystet's body, the armour would exist. "I said I would fight you, and fight you I shall, Soul!" Crystet yelled at him, the crowd apparently yelling in favour of Soul. Soul closed his eyes, and a homunculus of Aaron appeared beside him. Aaron Stone's mind entered the body, using Soul as the bridge to get there, causing the body to quickly jerk to life, breaking Soul free of his chains. "Crystet. I support Soul. He's trying to change, and I won't let you get in the way of that." Aaron threatened him, increasing his aura to an almost noxious level. Amana had to increase her power level to stop herself from violently puking since she was at the front of the stands, right beside the arena.
"So, you want to join the side of this murderer, huh?! That's fine with me, since you were also part of it, now that I go over my memories properly! YOU were the one who was in control! Soul just HELPED you! Both of you are dirty murderers!" Crystet yelled, an aura of red light flaring up behind him. "Come at me! I don't fucking care if you're Boundless! I'm going to kill you and show you that I won't be pushed over like some fucking TWIG!" Crystet yelled, appearing in front of Soul and Aaron, a sword of light inside Soul's body, having stopped time and unpaused it. "Are you surprised? My skill level up while you were gone. Now it's at level two, and you guys can't break through the teleportation!" Crystet announced, a smile lining his face as he dragged the blade straight up through Soul's head.
Aaron swung Tsuyukagiri at Crystet, but Crystet jumped out of the way before he could land a hit. "Tsuyukagiri! Neurogenic Illusions!" Aaron yelled, creating seven illusions of himself, each of them individually activating Tsuyukagiri: Ten Thousand Telekinetic Strikes for a total of eighty thousand potential hits. They all rushed towards Crystet as Soul stood still, his eyes closed. He was trying to replicate what Aaron had done to activate every ability at will. To change between colours.
As the clones of Aaron rushed towards Crystet, a blinding burst of light appeared from his palm, blinding Aaron and the clones long enough for Crystet to attack the original Aaron with a blade of light. Aaron let out a slight wince of pain before his homunculus fell apart since it wasn't built to last, causing the illusions to fall apart as well. Soul looked at the fallen body and smiled. "You really didn't want to do that, did you?" Soul asked, a mischievous grin lining his face as his pink corruption began to shift through colours, slowly but surely speeding up as his pupils shrank.
{The Power of Insanity}
{Embrace Your Inner Monster.}
{Revert Back to Destruction}
{Or...}
{Divination}
{Heavenliness}
{The Power of God}
{To See Past The Clouds}
{And...}
{Into HEAVEN.}
These words kept repeating around Soul's mind as the colours of his eyes kept changing, blurring together until they formed not a colour but a feeling. An emotion of being absolutely...
Controlled by pure peace.
Soul looked at Crystet with a calm expression, uncontrolled by anything but his pure consciousness. A sense of peace washed over him as ten clones of himself appeared around Crystet, each of them mimicking his appearance, down to the colours that shifted within their eyes. The lighting was reminiscent of a rainbow to those looking in from the outside. However, to Soul, everything was crystalline clear. He could see EVERYTHING. Even the stuff beyond the arena. He was really viewing absolutely everything that could be seen by the human and inhuman eyes.
Soul's clones attacked Crystet, hands piercing through the sword and armour of light with no regard for if they would get injured as a result. Crystet let out a scream of pain as tipped fingers pushed through his flesh, his armour falling to pieces as the clones pulled their hands away. The armour immediately rebuilt itself as soon as the light from the arena could touch them.
{Heaven}
{Hell}
{One and the same, or are they different places entirely?}
{The answer should be obvious, but not everything is as it seems.}
{Heaven and Hell are the same places, for neither of them are the end of humanity. Nor that for anything beyond the reaches of the realm.}
Soul's clones continued to attack at Crystet, clawing through his armour and sword regularly, causing Soul himself to join in the fighting, a blank expression on his face. He learned about Heaven and Hell, his body simply acting on autopilot.
{For one to understand Heaven, they must also understand Hell. To understand God, you must understand Satan. They are two sides of the same coin. However, that coin is the pair of them, is it not? That coin is one person, and that is who we call AuthRecSys. They control Heaven and Hell, also known as the Celestial Plane, where you find yourself once you die.}
As Soul's tipped fingers pierced through Crystet's head, one final message appeared in Soul's head before his state of clarity came to a screeching halt.
{Anima corrumpi non potest. Animas. Sunt. Infinitus.}