Longing

::Bones shatter as Lucia's fist meets the soldier's jaw, sending him flying through the air. Landing facing the throne, Lucia smiles at the men, guarding the throne of the false Sethra. Loud gunshots ring out as Vincent leaps overhead, raining a hellstorm of bullets down on the men. Blood flies, bones break, bodies fall dead, and chaos ensues as The Legendary duo called Legacy rush the throne of Caras TezoMaora. Beyond the palace, men and woman in jat black uniforms clash with men and women in the Caran's Silver, easily triumphing over the humanoids. While inside, Lucia walks to her throne, Vincent finishing the last of the Iron Guard as she stands atop the raised platform.::

"Sugoi...Suburashi...for your memory."

::Lucia seats herself on the Iron Throne, Vincent landing beside her, on her left, sliding his gun in its holster.::

"Cetra...Jenna...life again will be yours...I swear I will find the Protomateria, and i will bring you back."

::Vincent smiles faintly at his wife, the only person who could ever warrant a smile from him, crushing the Iron Crown in his hands.::

"No need for petty symbols...this rule is one of existence."

::Vincent rests his gauntled hand on Shannon's shoulder.::

::G enters the throne room, the Highwind soldiers close at heel, fearful of falling behind their leader. He quickly walks to the base of the platform, bowing to Shannon and Vincent, then proceeds up to Shannon's right side.::

"Our victory is...absolute. No one remains...no soul, live or dead."

::G smiles a dark smile as Shannon and Vincent both nod in approval.::

"One nation...three more to go."

::He takes his place, just in front, yet below Shannon, placing his right hand over his heart and on his shoulder. He smiles his dark smile. He seems almost female, his frail body, feminine face, and gentle smile, but from him radiates darkness. His nails shine in the light of the Crimson Pain window, behind the throne, casting a blood-coloured shadow over the four Wasurenai Kara.::

"So much beauty...so little time."

::The echo of a katana evacuating its sheath fills the chamber, announcing his entrance to the throne room. He gently brushes his hair from his face, revealing cold eyes. His blade shines in the light, the Kanji letters engraved thereupon for all to see.::

"Let me have eternal sleep..."

::Shuuen stares ahead at his quarry, the one called Redemption.::

"My blade will taste the blood in your veins, Kirashi. This is swear...by the end of the third season, you will fall."

::Sliding his blade into its sheath, he bows and turns from the four. His hand upon the hilt, he strides quietly from the room, knowing this is no place for fighting.::