Ryusei Nakata
Mount Agon ~ Valley of Kings
Morning
"..."
While her voice had appeared to warn you away the first time, when you speak to her again mere instants later, the light-haired angel no longer seems like she's able to form words, let alone speak out coherent sentences. Striking the crystal around her with everything you have, there's a sound like glass shattering as most of the angel's apparent prison breaks from the sheer physical force alone, shooting off into the distance as a particularly hazardous form of shrapnel, the remaining portions writhing in a disturbingly alive way as they try to regrow themselves, crawl along her body again.
It's not particularly sturdy, at least, it can't stand up to divine force.
It's a realization that strikes a spark of hope in you, a belief that you can do this even with your crystal being as strangely dysfunctional as it was, but, striking again and again...
"..."
You stop when the angel herself catches your fist.
Senses shoot into overdrive.
A feeling like killing intent shoots from the angel to you. It is a complete one-hundred and eighty turn from her previous disposition, worried about you enough to warn you away from her, the 'trap' that she had been trying to warn you about becomes clear in the very instant that she catches your fist and squeezes, crystal-like nails digging deep into divine flesh without resistance.
The trap, the thing that was a "better vessel than a dragon"...
Was Parisa herself.
The realization is instinctual, so much so that perhaps you had understood, deep inside of your subconscious what she had been getting at in those few words, but...
The strength gripping that arm, that face that had gone eerily blank, eyes reflecting light like a prism, the already ingrained inability to retreat when perhaps it would have been wiser to do so, all lead to a moment of hesitation even when you understand that you're being attacked now.
It's for less than a second, closer to 0.0001 points of a second, but...
In that time, your body has already been hurled straight down, directly through the center of the crystal lake upon which the both of you had been standing; the world around you seems to explode, going off with a sound like a meteor crashing down right next to your head, the pain you feel from being quickly introduced as the main culprit of a newly born chasm in the planet is by no means severe, but wincing from it at the bottom of the newfound planetary scar, you find yourself staring up at a sky filled with crystal shards.
Hovering, floating, the normally inactive crystals begin to glow with a black and white lightning, the arcs of magical energy so intense that the sky itself seems to darken, and floating in the center of it all, flexing a cold fist...
"...An ugly world."
Your seemingly possessed God Hand hovers, all of the lightning, all of the magical energy, seeming to arc from the crystals into her body, and back out again into the growing storm.
"Target Identified: Agarta."
...She is definitely not acting like herself, radiating an absolute hostility towards everything around her that makes you feel sick, an animosity so strong that you can almost feel it being pointed in the direction of the distant Agarta like the blade of the reaper. Not only that, her physical appearance wasn't quite right either; having seen one or two angels in your time, you were used to the white wings made of magical energy, but looking up, staring up, at the massive wings of crystal protruding from her back in a way that was both beautiful and disturbing at the same time, you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that there's nothing normal about those wings that could easily block out the sun.
"God identified; Ryusei Nakata, potential obstacle."
Her voice echoes as if from heaven itself, and the struggle that had been present in it during her 'warning' no longer seems to be present. And with those eyes, ironically glaring down at you almost like you were some sort of insect, and with the sound of broken glass becoming more and more prominent as you sense other, weaker existences start to 'appear' along the surface of the world above, long-dead soldiers, reanimated by magic...
It looked like things...
Had just gone in a bad way...
Normal status restored.
All abilities on standby.
But your crystal burning as if in response to this, you finally feel more like your usual self, but...
"Northern Cross."
Light fills the sky above.
And dozens of massive, spheres of black and white electricity, descend on you as you shove yourself to your feet, as if the heavens themselves were coming after you with the intention of completely obliterating your existence.
And made it look like... You weren't really getting a choice in the matter.
After all... In the end...
It wasn't like someone like you probably couldn't abandon her even if you had wanted too.
Seeking Oblivion, the Chained God extends it's gaze.
Calling out to the Divine, a Wish for Destruction follows the Wish for Hope
Dreams and Nightmares, Hate and Love
What weighs more?
What is the true desire?
In the end, Dreams are born from Chaos.
Prayers and Curses, only the Worlds know the Answer.
Mission Info:
-Defeat Parisa (F.A.T.E)-
Victory Conditions:
-Parisa (F.A.T.E) is defeated.
Defeat Conditions:
-Ryusei is defeated
-Parisa reaches Agarta