As he spoke, the blond mage released astronomical waves of magic, growing larger and larger, crushing everything they touched, including Zion the most.
His eyes glowed abominably.
"I see. If the realization of my greatest dream also means its end, then I will ensure that the very reason for its existence dies with it."
This time, the mage seemed to have lost all life force, as if no more really mattered to him. He stood between life and death. The magical light that was emanating from him and enveloping his entire body had lost its basic essence. Slowly moving towards Zion, he pulled out a sublime sword from behind his back, its blade purely transparent.
"I forged the blade of this sword with my tears, unquenchable tears of a hundred years, I froze them over and over again until nothing could melt it and break it. I wanted to give it to you as a sign of my immortal affection. And in a way, that's still what I intend to do."
