The rift was sealed, the chaos in the chamber subsided as the living nightmare ceased. The black dragon set the tip of his sword into the floor to steady himself. He waved off two of his footsoldiers who tried to offer assistance and walked toward the wreckage at the end of the room.

"Everyone... behold... your 'glorious' leader." The drake announced, grabbing Formosis and lifting him from the wreckage of his golden throne. "What say you; traitor, defier, most unfit for their power, what say you now!?"

The elder council head was silent as he affixed the drake with a glare from his remaining eye. He flinched backwards as the tip of the glowing Star Saber was put to his neck.

"Answer, not just to me, but to everyone here. You summoned this, you summoned Them."

"You are a danger to our way of life... you, your kind. A disgrace upon the fabric of the cosmos."

A grin spread on the drakes face, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Go on."

"It's the truth! You Chaos Jumpers, especially Dark Jumpers, you are all dangers to the universes we reside! We would be better off if none of you remained!" Formosis pushed aside the sword and arose, still shouting. Sixxus chuckled and let the sword free. The three component bots saluting him before returning to his pocketspace.

"You should have never succeeded your trial, you were meant to die! It would have been so easy, and nobody would have questioned it! Instead, you just couldn't accept your fate. You survived and brought question to MY rule, MY leadership! Never before since the inception of this council has there been such division in its ranks! I was pushed to these measures! Surely some of you understand!"

The dead remained silent, those badly injured looked on in pain and sorrow, the rest of the survivors had disgust clear on their face. Formosis faltered as he took in his surroundings, as if noticing for the first time the damage he brought. "Funny thing is... you might have once had a point there."

Formosis whipped back to face his hated enemy, the savior of the day. "Except: I'm not that bad (mostly), I can respect your existence, and I'm mostly willing to play by your rules. I just don't desire to be bound by them. Instead of living and let live, you decided to bring forth powers beyond most comprehension, powers so terrible the gods themselves could not stop them. Powers so vicious that the gods forged superweapons to defeat them. Superweapons which gained sapience and were banished once their jobs were done."

"..."

"Superweapons that made me. And Jobias over there, but he's not important. A bunch of superweapons made a habitable planet and a race to occupy it. A planet you condemned to death because you had some preconceived notion about how the cosmos should work." Sixxus sneered, waving his hands around to the room. "Tell me, HOW DID THAT WORK OUT FOR YOU!?"

Formosis squeaked as he was grabbed from behind, a large hand around his torso. He looked over his shoulder to the Gaurdian that held him, the badly damaged being looking on in rage and disappointment. "We have failed our duty, allowing your rot to fester in our Council of Light... I will now correct that mistake."

The last thing Formosis saw was the Chaos Jumper taking a sarcastic bow, as if ending a show.

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