One day since the destruction of Akane city...
Nayat, a failed king continued to wander along the icy plains that made up Saturn's rings.
Each step brining him closer to his new kingdom, or at least that's what he thought...
"That belongs to me, berserker" a sphere headed like being approached the berserker, his presence overpowering.
"There's no way, you actually returned after all this time" Nayat drew his stolen blade, in desperation.
Desperation to survive.
"Trust me I haven't just been wasting my time" Colen drew his blade of evolution.
And upon the dual blades being drawn an explosion of energy engulfed the surrounding area.
"So I'll just wait up here, that okay with you Colen? a ashen haired Rinock spoke as a mountain of ice soon appeared upon the rings.
"Don't worry Retore I won't be long" Colen rested himself, beginning his meditation.
Nayat created a field of pillars, blocking Colen's vision as well as his own.
But despite the current conflict the area lacked any noise nor wrath.
"Did you forget" Colen spoke softly as his power began to rise.
And as the final Indigenous rose from his mediation the field of pillars shattered, revealing a coward in the shell of a monster.
Nayat dragged the terrain to form his missing arm, in which he launched forwards without hesitation.
But in seconds that very arm was shattered.
"I'll be taking my sword back now" Colen grasped a hold of his blade of devolution.
Only for Nayat to use his final resort, in which he pushed the blade into the rings.
"In our first encounter that would have brought the destruction of the rings, but not now" Colen spoke as he trapped the blade of devolution in a cage of energy.
And using that cage Colen manipulated the blade into his hand.
"Nayat after your death Saturn will know a new age just like you had wished for, a shame you chose to be my enemy" Colen prepared his recently returned blade of devolution, wrapping his own energy around it.
And as for the berserker well he began to run.
Run for his life.
"Not this time, technique activation energy extension" Colen lifted his blade of devolution into the heights of space, whilst also creating a larger blade from its edge.
And as the berserker continued to flee, Colen swung his blade from miles away.
"A bit anticlimactic if you ask me Colen" Retore, an upper general of Steal dropped from the mountain of his own creation.
"I don't need to be at full power to kill something so weak, even if it that thing does have some meaning to me" Colen sheathed his dual blades, whilst Nayat's corpse faded into dust.
"Oh well, I guess there's still plenty of fun to be had when we claim this planet in the name of Steal" Retore began to walk in the direction of Iceurn city.