Unbound

With a mighty downward swing, Allen had delivered the final blow to the accursed beast. Alzeta, the sorcerer-turned dragon of all-consuming darkness, faded to dust, leaving behind a tattered cloak and the mystical artifact stolen from the sacred shrine. Along with Meron the sage, the two looked in awe, facing the large jewel which glimmered beautifully in the night sky. 
“Take it.” 
Meron spoke before readying his scepter.
“Take it before they reclaim it once more!”
Allen nervously approached the floating crystal that glowed a deep violet-blue and held his hands towards it.
“Are you sure there’s no other way? After all, this artifact will make me-”
“Omnipotent? Yes. Like the progenitors beyond our realm, you too will become all-powerful, which is why I can’t just let anyone grasp it for themselves.”
Meron raised his left hand towards him, and released a light pulse that resonated throughout the temple room. 
“I believe you can make the right choices. You’ve proven yourself, after all.”  
Followers of Alzeta’s cause stormed in, and Meron unleashed devastating fire magic. Allen quickly crushed the artifact and felt a chilling veil of energy surge throughout his body. The shadowy cohorts of the mad sorcerer were charred to ash, and blew away out of the towering temple.
All-powerful. Allen tried his very best to comprehend the very gravity of his situation. Alzeta had only absorbed it for minutes and his form was already so vastly different, truly a shadow of his former self. Amid the mess of ethereal colors that swayed around him he envisioned all the good that he could do with the slightest thought. A world without monsters and strife. A world where he could see his daughter again. A world where everyone could live eternally in pure bliss. A world without destruction, agony, and death. Destruction. Agony. Death.
Allen suddenly convulsed and thrashed along the temple floor. The vibrant energy that enveloped him glowed even brighter, exploding into a myriad of unnatural colors in twisted shapes. He screamed as his motions grew increasingly more violent and reckless. His radiant blond hair fell apart in clumps, his skin burned, twisted and peeled off. His legendary stature crumpled beyond recognition, and his eyes, gleaming with the same violet-blue light, burst violently. Allen's body began to fade and reappear erratically as his silver armor contorted and wrapped around the rest of his body, followed by a veil of stone, then ice and thorns. Meron could only watch in horror and shield himself with the tap of his scepter. Soon, a dome of bright light beamed from within his malformed armor, and in seconds, it faded, revealing the great knight Allen, perfectly intact and fatigued, laying on the floor. He regained his energy in an instant, sat up, and gave a hearty thumbs up.
Meron returned his gesture with a bittersweet smile and gave a sigh of relief, simply grateful that of all the horrific visions he had witnessed from that brief pulse, the young knight hadn’t destroyed himself in an instant. For once, he had a worthy successor.
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