Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

No one could watch the fight. The entire Realm was silent as New Valhalla watched the only thing they could, Edward’s Healthbar. Life’s only real hope against the Devourer of Life was dying and he would not become Hell this time. “How many times must I explain before you get it?” the Nekolich’s patience wore thin.

“I understand what is as risk,” Loki replied, “but Edward new what he was getting into. There is nothing I could do anyway. New Valhalla may be mechanical, but she has a mind of her own. No event can be stopped, Edward must complete the trial.”

“What will we do if he falls?” the Nekolich questioned. “What hope will we have then. Do you have the slightest idea what it took to create him? To build him up to this point? One does not simply create God! I will not be able to do it again.”

Sarah’s Iron Ram sounded across the Realm as it impacted Birtha, Loki’s Wyyvern plate armor of Law and Order, not even making a dent in her. Loki sighed, “I am sorry my love, but I cannot save him.”

Sarah growled to hide her sorrow, “on your head be the consequences.”

“Have faith in your God,” was all Loki could think to reply.

Aleister was more worried than most. He could not afford to allow either of them to die and he was powerless to do anything about it. “I hate this place, I can’t see anything. Not the past, not the present, not even the future. I have no control,” he sighed, “oh brother, oh God, you will not fall. You will not kill him. I believe in you, so you better not fall and you better not kill him.”

Still frozen, blade first in the ground, Zesrial did the only thing she could. Under her tears of fear of loss she prayed, “I know you can do it. Please, come back to me.”

“What do we do, my Lady?” Leonidas asked Zesrial.

“Pip prays, kneeling before the Breachpoint,” Zesrial replied. “Go and join him. Both of you,” she said to Snow as well. “Prayers will grant him strength.” Then Edward’s snow melted from its hold on Zesrial, the Wyyvern blade of Deceit, and she fell to her knees in sorrow, “no… It cannot be.” The tears of Heaven fell hard upon New Valhalla. “You cannot be… You promised!”

“After all I have done. My one and only love, where is your faith?” The voice was weak and coughing. “Now please cease your tears before you drown all Life in the Multiverse.”

Looking up Zesrial saw him and ran to him as the crowd rose in a rising cheer. Embracing him as though she would never see him again, “I thought…”

“Never think that again,” Edward replied with a smile. “You know I will always come back to you.”

“What of Basilisk?” Aleister had to know.

“It is good to see you too brother,” Edward replied barely able to stand as blood dripped from his mouth. “He is alive,” Edward touched his scarf to show his brother where Basilisk now was.

“My Lord,” Pip ran to catch Edward before he collapsed. “You must seek medical attention immediately.”

Edward chuckled, “I was a good fight, but first,” He stood up, gently pushing Pip off of him as he turned to the King’s throne, “Loki! I would have a word,” his tone was serious now.

Loki came down to him, “You look like shit.”

“What more do want from us,” Edward questioned him. “Have you not taken enough?”

“While I regret my brother’s creation of this tournament,” Loki began. “New Valhalla has one more event to complete before she will allow you to leave. You agreed to this, so there is nothing even you can do to stop her now and all results will remain permanent after this all ends.”

Edward growled under the sorrow of the Knights who had lost their Wyyvern weapons, their truest loves. He felt their pain, however, there was no lie in Loki’s words, “in that case,” he sighed, “I proclaim a multiverse wide law. After this tournament ends, let no other of its nature be preformed again. Let no Wyyvern weapon ever again be forced from their Knight. As the Wyyvern Knight of Law and Order, you will ensure this law is kept.”

“I could not agree more,” Loki replied. Then he turned to his audience, “so he as spoken! So shall it be in accordance with the Law of this Multiverse. Now, we have one final event to get over with, so let us get it over with. I grow tired of breaking hearts.”

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While the Realm was distracted, she had taken Cupid’s bow. She had taken Amitosh, the Wyyvern whip-sword of Pleasure, and Revelations, the Wyyvern rusty spiked chain of Deception and Anarchy, from Rhiannon who had won them from Caramia Ceri and the Living Horror, Post Apocalyptic. What she wanted most, however, she would have to win in the next round. “Amy, Wyyvern bolt-action rifle of Love, you will be mine,” Aphrodite smiled with ambition. “For I was once Love and I shall be Love again, Amdeo Drai.”