"Something echoed through the winds of Cannon. A few of the local monster lords have challenged me to a battle. They were barely a challenge, but the emolas rewards they guarded were gear I made use of in the ancient ruins. They also dropped enough of the magic stones to allow my blacksmith, Leav, to forge an armor of pure emolas. He also maxed out the sword Ord gave me.
So I returned to Windseeker Heights. You can really see how many and how large the dreaded black pillars are from here. I placed the Wyvern Medal in a pedestal, and the relief on the ground behind me shifted. It revealed a stairwell down to the ruins of Kishgal.
Kishgal, the shining ruins of a city that was the final realm of winged gods, is inhabited by brutal versions of what we've seen on land. The elemental spiter is a stationary boil, the one insect has an impervious saw blade to charge with, and the flying insect shoots water. They're often joined by a healer for oddly advanced tactics. Along the way are creatures that resemble and act like the door guards from Colonia Artifact Laboratory in Celceta. The sword the Reda Tree gave me must have been emolas. There were purple switches here and there to open new paths, including the one that took me to the Ark.
I had been followed. As I entered the Wyvern Road, Ohla made her presence known. It turned out she's known about this place all along and even knew something Ord never could. Priestesses speak of a way to control mythology beasts. And that beast is the only way to reach the center of the Ark. If I continued on, though, I may never come back. But I had no choice. Ohla played her flute again. It was the same song, but it sounded slightly different. Maybe it was the echo or the mood we were in. When she finished, a four winged wyvern appeared at the end of the path. As I was about to walk forward and end this, we learned Olha was followed.
Geis needed to join me. Ernst is his brother, and he came to Cannon to stop the older brother's plans. But we're here, so... Ohla gave him the okay, so the two of us went towards the center of the Ark. We came to a large open room. Geis said something, and a transparent elevator appeared. It was small, so Geis took it first. As he ascended, a monster followed. Galba-Roa, the original galbalon, was my opponent. It didn't seem to battle with the same ferocity as the one in Felguana, but maybe that's because I killed it so fast? Geis assumed it was the creature that sunk the Romn Fleet. The lift returned, and I went up.
Geis was bleeding. Ernst did a number on his little brother. Before he passed out, he informed me that the two of them are some of the final descendants of the beings who led to Alma's death. They tried to control white emolas, which only the Eldeen could do. Ash emolas was terrible, and it led to a global catastrophe. When their ancestors took control of the black key, Napishtim went crazy and caused the Atlas Continent to flood. Erasia would have followed if not for Alma's sacrifice.
Ernst and his homunculi were waiting. The fairies he made did their job, and he was about to become a god. All he needed was a priestess of Alma. Isha was unconscious behind him. After an introduction where I learned he's been tracking me through his Romn contacts, he pulled out his black sword. It began to absorb Isha's powers, turning him into something that resembled the evil Eldeel. The final battle was on!
He was joined by his fairies, but they didn't contribute much. Magic did a number on all four of them, and I knocked out the fae a few times. And Ernst stood no chance against me. I've fought so many gods and wannabes by now...
He was done for. I woke up Isha, and Gies joined us. Ernst's defeat caused him to go mad, and he tried to absorb the entirety of the black sword. The blade broke. A voice rang out in the halls. A warning call shot out, telling us that all control mechanisms were gone. Napishtim tried to find a new master but found none. It would go into manual mode, and it wouldn't end well. The facility began to shake! Ernst's dying words were an apology. He knew this could happen on his ascent to godhood, but he hoped it wouldn't. He gave his brother the fairies before turning to dust. The shaking grew stronger, and Geis urged me to climb to the mainframe. Isha pled with me to go with her out of fear, but Geis dragged her away. So I climbed one more long set of stairs.
Napishtim thought sinking Erasia would return the Eldeen. I don't know why this was the default programming, but I knew I'd have to destroy this.
In form one, I had to defeat the three crystals that circled it, dodging lasers the whole time that increased in speed at each defeat. In its second form, it deployed new crystals that shot more lasers at me. These were much easier to avoid. I had to focus its "eye," which would occasionally hide from sight before shooting a massive doom laser! Its best defense was to electrify the floor. Ord's sword was wonderful at this. I'm a big tan of wind magic!
I was told that a large explosion happened at the top of the central pillar. Something fell out of it. The rest of the Central Sea black pillars began to split from the middle like an overcooked hotdog. They all fell apart. Geis and Isha made it to Ladoc's boat and saw another light erupt from nearby. That shockwave stopped the tidal waves. They said it came from me and my newfound wings.
All I remember is this ended the same way it started. I washed ashore on the Moonlit Shore. Isha and Ohla found me as I woke up, and we all went to Redha Village.
They had planned to postpone the Alma festival, but there's something about surviving a world ending event that makes people want to celebrate!
Ord was much better, which I was glad to see.
I had hoped Geis would have stayed, but he took his dinghy and fairies and left quickly.
Dogi and I enjoyed a little of the festival, but Ladoc wanted to return to the mainland soon. I convinced him to sail close to Redha, and my final vision of the Cannon Islands, at least for now, was waving goodbye to the smiling faces of Ohla and Isha.
But I know there's another continent to the west. I suspect that I'll sail back here one day..."
-Adol
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