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"i'm the one that's going to save hoenn."

[break][break] "save hoenn?" the cursed snarls back at the volatile. "is that what you were doing when you killed kyle lopez?"

[break][break] his ICE CONSTRUCTS slice forward in the form of spinning blades, bolstered by HATE and the blizzard that howls around them, reaching out with metaphorical claws to sink in and control whoever dares to breathe in it's bitterly noxious air. such RUINOUS power can't even be countered by another legendary’s reflective protection, as if the spirit of kyle lopez lingers, still yearning to influence the battle even in death.

[break][break] jayden bares his fangs, his face twisting into the same furious expression he had when he mistook howard slayte for Remiel Calcifet under the influence of poisonous mochi.

[break][break] "when you were busy being compromised by Elisabeth Fiorelli?"

[break][break] the moment he says it, however, as if willed into existence by a GRUDGE-filled god, the earth-spikes conjured by groudon's avatar EXPLODE. they kick off like violent fireworks, causing the world beneath his and fern delaney's feet to rock from the impact. fingers brush against meraxes scales, heart lurching as they are forced to adjust to the sudden movement, and the sudden throat-drying heat that escalates through the air, as a result of their enemies DESOLATE LAND.

[break][break] but it doesn't matter how much the sun tries to end the winter that rages in jayden's chest. the sight of such mangled humanity is enough to bring the stirrings of HATRED to pulse through his veins. the HATRED that undeniably lurks between himself and annalise henderson, just as it had in that prismatic prison, when she tried to suck his very life-force from his veins.

[break][break] "and you —"

[break][break] ice crystallizes around his fists, eyes sharp with loathing emotion, even in the absence of cold. as he glares at annalise henderson, steam sparks from the FROZEN GAUTLETS that begin to manifest around his fists. however, without warning, the air is abruptly knocked out of his lungs as MEW morphs into a god that jayden cross knows all too well —

[break][break] flashes of memory in a torn and sundered world, of illuminating pink hues, and crystallized ruby rivulets that mend together the broken spatial rifts —

[break][break] and while it is nothing like that of illeana reyes (and jayden knows it, he knows it all too well), the fake palkia's SPATIAL REND strikes him and fern delaney.

[break][break] "watch out!" he hisses, attempting to maintain his balance atop the airborne creature.

[break][break] but perhaps it is jayden who should have watched because, suddenly, as if beckoned by the strings of fate, the real alchemist appears. pink fists collide with ICY HATE as both arms are thrown up in protection. but it is too late. catching him off guard, she swings those frenzied rageful fists and sends him spiraling off of meraxes' back — away from fern delaney, away from his chosen, away from all that he holds dear —

[break][break] FOOLISH BOY.

[break][break] YOU'RE POWERLESS WITHOUT ME, AREN'T YOU?

[break][break] torrential downpour pelts his body as he is shoved out of the radius of - groudon's DROUGHT, back towards kyogre's raging seas. luckily, before he befalls the same end as his ill-fated brother Cillian Quinn, he is saved. it is deja-vu, almost, the feeling of such plush fur beneath his bloody body, of such solid warmth rather than plunging ice-cold water.

[break][break] it's CHIEN-PAO. of course it is.

[break][break] with Zev Harcourt gone and freya morningstar's RAYQUAZA dragged from the sky, there is no point in staying by Aurelie Lefevre's side. such weak influence was meaningless in the fact of such mouthwatering HATE — the same hate that no-doubt manifested like blackened flowers in all foolishly weak human hearts. even dahlia goode's so-called GOOD soldiers were not immune.

[break][break] hatred bleeds, even where love resides.

[break][break] in MATIAS SILPH. in annalise henderson. in Josh Devlin. in illeana reyes.

[break][break] it is all felt. Josh Devlin's growing disdain and distrust for the league. annalise henderson's resentment for reality, for the loss that is surely to come. MATIAS SILPH's lingering hostility for rocket, for the idiocy he imagines of jayden cross, and the league as a whole.

[break][break] of the frenzied, uncontrolled, maddened mind that festers within illeana reyes, like a poisoned basin threatening to spill over.

[break][break] illeana reyes's fists strike — but at what cost? the HATRED that lingers beneath her touch cures and soothes whatever pain that has cut apart his skin, stitching himself back together, as the cold returns to him. it gathers around him in pale flurries as he glares sharply back up at the earth pillar for where he has left his lover.

[break][break] icy blue eyes meet that of an impassioned Hitoshi Inoue, begging - no, demanding for his return.

[break][break] and what kind of senpai would he be to Hitoshi Inoue to deny him?

[break][break] the samurai's voice rings through the air with purpose, following that of declan walsh's.

[break][break] FOR ROCKET.

[break][break] ice gathers beneath the ruinous beast's massive paws as they are propelled upwards towards the sky, the icy pillar shooting them skyward. back towards fern delaney.
[break][break] FOR HOENN.

[break][break] heat steams off the ice that gathers around his body, his HATEFUL BLIZZARD fighting ruthlessly against the DROUGHT.
[break][break] FOR ME.
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but MATIAS SILPH isn't looking at him. he's looking elsewhere.

[break][break] he wasn't even paying attention.

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nearly a year ago, in the cave of origin, before those fangs had sewn into his flesh. as nightmares had manifested around those that he had loved, his own had appeared before him. his father. MATIAS SILPH.

[break][break] cuts of glimmering violent amber.

[break][break] 'you're nothing.'

[break][break] 'i don't even remember your name.'

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across sootopolis' raging seas, against the unbearable howling winds, CHIEN PAO'S guttural roar reverberated behind its avatar. together they landed with a thunderous crash, the ground quaking from the impact, as RUINATION surged outward like a relentless storm.

[break][break] "REMEMBER MY NAME, MATIAS SILPH!"

[break][break] without hesitation, he lunged forward, drawing his arm back. the avatar's icy knuckles transformed into a glacial spear, which he drove straight into MATIAS SILPH' spine.



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