Like waking from a long dream, Kyrie opens his eyes. Enveloped by a thick wall of darkness, akin to the outer layers of an eggshell. The darkness is trying to overtake him and consume him in its infinite malice and curses.
"Hah. I wasn't wrong in his assessment. That thing is trying to eat me," Kyrie speaks with amusement, and deadly calm instead of being concerned or fearful of his situation. Unable to discern if the inner self is him or the outer self.
Maybe he is indeed a fusion of both. 'Who cares about it in the end; we were united by our fate.' The darkness rumbles like an empty stomach, angry that it can't get its sustenance and energy to grow further and expand.
"I'm sorry, but you won't get your fill today." Opening his mouth, sparks of red fire exit it, like the gates of hell breaking loose. Mimicking the attack of Zillia, red flames blast against the darkness' fire.
