Location: At the southern edge of Căderea-dracului
Φ Crashing from the heavens, its body forms a crater a few meters from the southernmost point of the city, and there it writhes in pain, reforming its body back to its normal state.
It drains as much spirit energy as it can from the city, yet in its view, little by little, the spirit energy vanishes, one after the other, until not a single voice can be heard or emotions felt from any single inch of the city.
A deadly silence falls onto Angra, causing it to breathe in and out heavily as its body starts to shake, and beads of spirit energy form sweat that trickle down its body.
Smashing its fist into its stomach, it says, "I HAVE NO BODY, I CAN FEEL NO FEAR, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!"
Yet its postulating doesn't stop fear from reaching further into its soul, invoking an ancient sense of dread embedded in every living thing, no matter the form it takes.
And in front of its body, a large series of doors spring up from the ground, lining up endlessly like the snow scattered all across Fimbulwinter. The doors crack open, revealing a purple spiralling energy in the midst of them all, and walking out of them, every single Nightmare in Blestemate, along with Orb and his friends, take a step forward, revealing themselves to Angra.
Orb, who is currently being carried on the back of Avram with blood gushing from his head, says, "What's going on?"
Looking forward to a giant door that appears in front of the entire crowd, Avram says, "She has returned to us in our moment of need as beautiful and powerful as ever."
Walking from the large door in front of everyone with the Cyrus head gripped in her arm, a six-foot woman with dark skin walks forward. Her skin is youthful like that of a newborn child, her body voluminous, her silver hair that shines purple as mesmerising as the country itself, her red eyes fiercer than any blade ever forged, her long white extravagant night gown clinging to her body, delighted with the honour of being allowed to rub against her existence.
She appears with no joy in her face as she stares at Angra with anger so intense that the moment he recognises her, a waves of emotions rush at him with such intensity that his body flies back at the sheer weight of it.
In an instant, Orb grabs Dragoste's cursed item from his pocket and shatters it, lifting the weight on Orlok, the Blestadrac, and all the others. Allowing Orlok to rush forward and kneel in front of the woman.
With joy and excitement surging through his body, he shouts, "HEAR THIS NOW KNOW UPON YOUR CONDEMNED EARS CITIZENS OF BLESTEMATE. FOR A DIVINE BEING HAS GRACED YOU ALL WITH HER SIGHT, REJOICE WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND SURRENDER THE CONTENT WITHIN YOUR SOULS, TO THE 1ST QUEEN OF BLESTEMATE, DUMITRA BLESTEMAT!!!!"
Instantly, the legs of all people around her bend, as they bow down to her presence with joy, reverence, hope, trust, amazement, pride, and love oozing from every single orifice of their bodies.
She drops Cyrus's body onto Orlok and says, "Protect him, an old friend lies inside this courageous warrior."
"YES, MY QUEEN!"
With one step after the other, she walks forward with the intensity of her emotions beating down on Angra like a wave of destruction rushing over him.
Yet through it, he stands up and says, "You call yourself a Queen now, Dumitra? Did you forget that all you truly are is a little farmgirl who just so happened to dodge my blast of flames on that day, a bug who can only exist by scurrying from the strong? Still a lucky one, because unlike the rest of the bugs that day, you managed to surviv-."
"Enough, Angra. From the faces of my children today, I have seen an unnecessary tear fall. You have already taken far more than your existence is worth from this world hundreds of times over. I have no intention of humouring your nonsense any longer."
His fury grows, causing him to shout, "HOLISTIC BATTLE ARTS; MOULD SPIRIT TAIL."
From his head, four giant tails made out of spirit energy surge out of his body, large enough to cast a shadow over all the citizens of Căderea-dracului.
The large tails rush down towards them, causing Abbán to say, "I need to activate my Legacy right now!"
Gynėjas Pink, who holds him along with Dumnorix, tightens his grip, as Žudrė says, "There are many uncertainties in our existence as Nightmares, but know this. When the Queen appears, they all fade into nothingness."
Dumitra holds up her arm, and from the sky a shining golden light flies down, turning into a barrier that covers everyone, which is quickly followed by a series of giant green petals forming a flower's head pasting itself against the barrier, which is again followed by giant sea shells pasting themselves over the barrier.
The moment the tails smash into the barrier, their forces completely dissipate, and they are quickly absorbed by the seashells, which shrink and then jump into Dumitra's hand.
With all of the seashells formed into a horn, Dumitra takes a deep breath and then screams into it, sending a massive wave of pure force directly towards Angra, blowing him back.
Overwhelmed by what she sees, Suzuka says to Maple and Iancu, "Is that even possible?"
Iancu, stunned, says, "I heard rumours the Queen was powerful, but this is overwhelming."
Full of awe, Maple says, "Is this what a true Queen is like? This power is inhumane."
Elia, walking up behind them, says, "Dumitra, the Queen's curse is named Blestemate. It allows her to reproduce the curse of anyone whose blood she drinks, and over her entire lifespan, she has taken in the curses of everyone within the country who has ever lived."
"Unbelievable," Iancu says.
Avram smiles as he passes on Orb's body to Willow, who walks up beside him, says, "It seems the Queen took in a curse that had the ability to disturb any and all natural phenomena, which in turn ran rampant in her body. But thanks to my three idiots, it seems that it is cured."
Avram turns his head to Gheorghe, Wadim, and Ivana, who cling to his leg full of worry, and says, "You three did good."
Orb stretches out his arm to rub all of their heads despite his ragged state, causing Willow to lean over towards them, helping him.
Ripping the blast of spirit energy to shred, Angra reveals himself with his body struggling to keep his form as his anger rises. "HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SHE, HOW DARE SH-It doesn't matter."
In an instant, his form, which was seconds away from developing into the form he used to fight Cyrus, quickly reforms itself back to normal. The Queen, through it all, just continues her progress towards him, causing him to say, "You can continue with your pointless progression and arrogance, Dumitra, my little girl, but it is all for not, as you are nothing but a Nightmare. The only reason you're able to harm me is that I am choosing to clump so much of my spirit energy together that I can be physically impacted. Holistic battle arts; Ghost."
His body becomes slightly harder to see by many of the Nightmares gathered behind Dumitra, though Orb and the rest of those who can use spirit energy can still see him.
"With that simple move, my body is now akin to raw spirit energy, awaiting to be used, not something you can interact with any longer. For that is the biological limitation I have placed upon you all! I AM YOUR FATHER, AND IN MERE MOMENTS THAT TRUTH WILL BE FULLY KNOWN TO YO-."
A slap from her hand smashes across his face, sending him flying to the ground, shaking the earth as he hits it. Raising her left foot, she slams it into his head, shaking the ground more, and then says, "Jumakunst Inimkõrge, a Nightmare born in 821 TC. He has the curse that forced his physical strikes to hit intangible things only; he could quite literally punch one's thoughts away."
"That, that can't b-."
"But it is. Children are made with potential surpassing all of their parents. Did you think that the land you created over 2000 years ago has not bred fruits that surpass you?"
He holds his arm towards the ground, and shoots out a Spirit Canon, shattering it, and allowing him to break out of her grip, then through the sky he soars towards the heavens, and says, "HOLISTICS BATTLE ARTS ULTIMATE ART; SPIRIT SUPERNOVA!"
His entire body turns into a giant mass of spirit energy, and then a voice in everyone's head says, "My life will take all of you with it!"
The meteor of spirit energy crashes towards everyone, and holding up her right arm, Dumitra says, "If those emotions were all it took to sink this country, then we would've died long ago. It seems you took advantage of the darkness within Dragoste I didn't properly combat, so in repentance of that, let his family's power end your life."
A surge of bones roars out of her body, forming into a large figure, a man dressed in robes and armour that radiates the sun, with the most striking piece being a decorative sun mixed with the Church cross on his back.
Angra, full of rage, shouts, "YOU DARE MOCK ME!"
The figured form of bones hugs the giant sphere of spirit energy, crushing it, and forming it into a cast, which mimics Angra's body, which eventually falls and crashes down towards the ground, as Dumitra says, "No, I just wanted him to embrace you."
Dumnorix, standing in awe, says, "This is beyond strength. How is she even capable of this?"
"Because she is our Queen, one of the 7 Absolute Monarchs within the world, Dumitra, the ruler of Blestemate."
Dumitra presses her hand against its head, and then Angra roars, "YOU ARE ALL NOTHING, MERELY PESTS WHO SHALL NEVER BE ACCEPTED BY THE WORLD ENLARGE, BEING MADE TO BE SLAVES, TO BE HUNTED, TO BE TURNED INTO OBJECTS TO GAIN ANY VALUE IN THIS WORLD. YOU ARE CURSED, CONDEMNED, UNNEDDED AND NOW TILL THE DAY YOU DIE, YOU SHALL LIVE AND BE HUNTED UNTIL YOUR PATHEIC ENDS."
"Cursed?" Dumitra scoffs. "This world is filled with all kinds of life, which is captured by their emotions, their bias, their impulses, each writing narratives on their own heroic journeys in their minds, setting the rules for why it's all justified. Why the hatred, selfishness, greed, excessiveness, gluttony, lust, and their other evils are righteous, casting illusion after illusion to avoid accountability.
But we Nightmares are not allowed to do such. Any action like that leads to our destruction, our erasure, our genocide. We have been robbed of the ability to ever be as evil as others, and in a way, it is a blessing. It has taught us love, compassion, kindness, strength, determination and hope that many shall never encounter in their lives. In a world that has evolved to spew evil as righteousness, to treat love as selective, the act of being a curse to such a world is nothing more than the height of the Messiah's love. Now please rest, brother-in-law."
The cast condenses down into a sphere, and Dumitra turns around and then shouts, "THE DAY IS OURS!"
Cheers ring across the area, and hearing it all, Cyrus and Orb both fall unconscious.