The mist encircled by the Sconce within Bie's Inner World had first taken the shape of eyes, an intricate crest of a pillar within the irises shooting out into the world. Similarly white, looming pillars gradually formed around the environment, contrasting greatly from the dijon yellow runic flooring. A cracked pillar, somewhat similar to one he had seen long ago, was larger than others in width though was only a meter long in height.
The pattern faded from the eyes, and the pupils became a white cross similar to the patterns within the Torch. Within the topaz yellow irises, small crosses that were also white rose and fell, roaming the boundaries that bordered the sclera. This marking had stayed and showed absolutely no signs of changing.
In the outsides of Bie's Inner World, his eyes held the exact same pattern. A crackling sound emanated from his body, and the looming grin from Smile of the Mountain materialized behind his lower back, before receding and growing to become three meters height and five in length. It parted the shark-like teeth only a slight amount, a lack of light visible in the miniscule crevice it allowed.
Grey miasma shot towards Bie's body, who stood up ramrod straight midair as if he had been treading on clouds. His blue violet lips had only a slight curvature to them, its ends fixed into a fake smile. Suppressive force that gave both the sensation of both suction and repulsion emerged from Bie's body, as both he and the maw behind him released a roar akin to the battle hymns of angels.
Strange, outlandish, and discordantly harmonic, the sharp shrill being no more than a jarring hum that seemed to hold overlapping pitches both high and low. The white healing sign in Bie's eyes began rotating clockwise as the repulsion and suction combined, the effects now akin to telekinetic force.
The unseeable energy surged into the sky, dragging along some building in its wake. Some others were crushed, the imprint of a hand visible if one could see the structures from high above in the atmosphere. One cross spun clockwise, the other counterclockwise, each revolution macerating the very city around him, a deep depression in the shape of a hemisphere boring down into the tiles.
Aimee and Domingo gawked and fell to their knees, though nothing attempted to hurt them. Their struggling yells were not transmitted to Bie, and neither were the surprised utterances of Evant. All was muffled in his sheer rage.
His arms were crossed, before they shot out to either side of his torso and drew a wide circle that started above both his head and his waist. Strands of both the black and dijon yellow parts of his hair floated upwards, and Eklulech was brought near him as it slowly oscillated, flickering with thin white light that coalesced into a small sheet over its body. As his arms slowly moved, buildings were redirected towards Evant who was still midair, smashing into his frame repeatedly until they were reduced to nothingness.
He was wearing away at Evant's dark yellow sphere, the blue haired man with the wrinkled hands struggling to maintain the standstill that beset him ever since the baby blue kid begun his castigation. Finally, his jaw hung low as the chalk statue broke, the thick branches of light surging from his mouth consuming it as an illusory dragon, with a winding serpentine body and mighty horns enveloped him, tail lashing out at the sky.
"Who the f*ck even are you? What are youuuu-" His words really fell on deaf ears, though he kept making inquiry after inquiry with bated breath. His interrogation devolved into complaint, lamenting the fate that seemed to loom over him.
"How? This isn't possible it's not real it can't be why! All I've done, all I've sacrificed...you bastard you bastard you bastard!!! I'LL RIP YOUR ORGANS INTO SHREDS BEFORE ANALYZING THEIR COMPONENTS!"
The dragon visibly bent, and a handprint seemed to be pressing it flat as it rushed forward under Evant's hurried control. Buildings lied in wait above Evant's head, compressed into thin discs that had a sharp edge, just waiting for the last bits of power the blue haired man had to fade away.
In a minute, each disc was brought down on Evant's neck as the suppressive force brought him into a kneeling position, his hands pointing towards the floor. His crazed smile was imprinted on his face eternally as his head flew in the air, the suppressive force not even bothering to fetter its flight.
It was finally over. The city was in shambles, and there was absolutely no energy within Bie. Even his Sconce and Torch had dimmed considerably, only releasing a dim light that was nigh imperceptible. His hand axe was held tightly in his right hand, his head hung low as he fell inside of the depression, his posture still upright. Every ounce of power he held faded, and he was merely left standing there, unmoving.
Minutes passed, and Ekulech was shattering, the rocky material crumbling and falling to the ground. The uneven handle was replaced, with a slick, smooth greyish-black bodice similar to the feeling of marble. Dark grey wrappings emerged from the knob, reaching up to just an inch or two below the belly of the hand axe.
The rocky blade smattered away, the beard of the axe thickening slightly and forming a curve, before rising slightly upwards akin to a small, bending wave that ended six centimeters away from the handle as it curved upwards and rejoined the rest of the blade. A hole formed in the edge nearest the beard, and a metallic cross formed within the empty circle. The blade then turned into a dark metallic grey in shade, with small white swirls on the blade.
The handle still cracked and repaired continuously in Bie's grip, the small glows fading sadly as a bleak white stream lapped at its owner's face. Ekulech had stopped changing, for now.
Two small orbs had flown towards Bie, before voluntarily embarking into his Inner World. All the while, while his hand axe had ended in his evolution, and he stood with unresponsive eyes, Domingo and Aimee had rose up from their crouched positions.
The two exchanged glances, seen by their directed heads, and walked up to Bie, wordlessly embracing the child. Tears streamed down from a visor, eyes behind closed tightly as her lips scrunched up. Domingo patted Bie's shoulder, his hair loose from its slick position and turning back into a sloppy chestnut bob.
They stayed that way for a good hour, before Aimee lifted Bie onto her back as they escaped the confines of the ruined city. Domingo was the only one with strength left remaining, so he was the one both leading the way and defending the trio.
They skirted past the dunes illuminated by the moon, making their way for a tavern. Their clothes were put together well enough for it to seem as if they had fought with marauders, so they didn't bother to think about suspicion or anything like that.
Come the morrow, they would most likely be on the run anyways. They had just done something that would declare them as fugitives, anyways.