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The Viceroy's statue exploded, followed by a searing pain that was a result of his entire body being sliced by fragments of glass and energy. He couldn't help himself when he cried out of either frustration or agony.

When it settled, Athan was left standing on his own little platform, separated from his recent allies by a couple feet...and a fairly deep chasm of darkness. His head rose, eyes falling upon the single speck of light.

It seemed so far away. Yet the alternatives weren't all too appealing, either.

The chaotic blade, as if it were actually witness to the events, shrunk of its own accord to the size of a shortsword once more. Athan responded in kind by sheathing the weapon at his side before he attempted to harness his original sword onto his back.

Athan hadn't really considered the fact that the straps that were in place to hold the weapon had been torn even before the final battle, and the sword fell from his back, falling into the abyss below. He whirled around, watching as the weapon faded from view.

Sorry, gramps.

There would be little time to lament the loss of the weapon. Almost as if on cue, a single beam of energy careened towards the island he was standing upon. A quick jump to a second platform a little higher up was enough to secure him just as the island he was previously standing on shattered into tiny fragments. Just ahead of him was Vahn, he had no clue where Allen was, but it was a fairly safe bet to assume that he was somewhere nearby.

A chunk of earth spiraled nearby, and Athan jumped from his tiny island, planting his left foot on the floating piece of debris and using it to push him high enough to reach the next level of islands. His arms outstretched, hands finding refuge on the edge of a floating piece of ground.

A grunt of effort was soon followed by his head peeking above the edge, with his foot soon following as he stepped upward. Again, he looked up to the beams of light that were growing bigger with each step he took.

"Being a martyr is fine but..."

He pushed off the island, jumping towards the next one up.

"...I'm not done yet!"

You're not actually going to die here, are you?

Still standing upon the length of his blade, he barely avoid getting crushed by the stray peice of rock, shards of chaos energy leaking everywhere.

"Every-one hold on..."

Yellowed eyes stared up, even as Vahn dropped off the blade and dug both feet into the side of the platform he was spiraling. Holding onto the handle with his right hand, he focused the heat within the soles of his greaves to the point that they would melt in and secure him some footing.

"We're outta here." That worn look was on his face, even as he pulled his flamberge free.

Holding his flamberge straight out, he lifted his left arm as well, wincing as he felt something shift in his gut after having the pressure removed.

Mustering what focus he had left into bringing out black flame, he wrapped it all around the Fang's blade, letting tendrils of flame bleed off it's hilt.

Efreet sword-style...

Portions of the platform became engulfed in the growing darkness, brambles and thorns biting into his flesh as the vines continued to multiply.

--FLAME CANNON!!

Thrusting his right forward and snapping several vines from constricting his body, his Fang went soaring through the air like a javelin. Blackened flames stretched out from it's handle, several dozen smaller flaming tendrils dangling from it's hilt and forming chains.

Chains which would be grabbable (lol) by both other men, if they could stand a little burn in exchange of course.

The Fang would shoot towards the sky, aimed straight for the crack of light. Impacting with enough force of a cannon behind it, it would break the 'crack' wider-- wide enough for full grown bodies to slip through.

Whatever was on the other side-- the Fang would penetrate and arc a bit, landing on whatever solid ground was on the other side, in order to anchor itself.

Vines pulled and wrapped around Vahn's torso, neck and his entire left leg. He could feel air being cut off from his body as he became choked. Yellowed eyes merely continued staring out, even as the darkness started enveloping his own body. He reached up with his left hand, tugging at the vines around his throat.

The main body of flaming chains wrapped all around his right arm, as he kept the Fang directed upwards and stable.

As the three men escaped the bright hole sealed up. Darkness flooded the once open space and consumed everything.

No chunks of ground, no islands, no vines. It was all gone.

It was more of a void than the Void in which the three champions would find themselves emerging into.