⠀ › perfectly restored. The universe had been saved, but its savior? Forgotten. Though somewhere . . . somehow . . . among the graves of a small backwater village and its beautiful garden . . . there was a rose that bloomed in that very moment. — END OF #OVERSOUL. ⠀

― it off. ❝ Oh ... I've been played by my own plaything. How embarrassing. ~ I am torn. However, I will certainly not let you live this down. What you left behind, will inherit the terror. But, you've already known that, haven't you? You inconsiderate, simple-minded clown. ❞

Unfortunately for him, forgetting wasn't going to be part of the deal. He looked up one last time, His Dragon frame looming in comfort over the mourning sisters. "𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 . .That has a nice ring to it, don't you think. 𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒊" #OVERSOUL

"𝐊𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀! 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒! 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃! 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓!" -

Location: Blood Parch Dimensions away. But, what he sensed was unmistakeable. “….” Wordlessly, he turned his focus back to the object of his prior engagement. “….No hard feelings. I’m in a very bad mood.” How much of this place would remain… after this bloody sendoff?

• down memory lane, a much awaited review of a chapter so well written.

• descended from his alleviated throne, now walking beyond into the endless chambers that led to nowhere. The air began to formulate into a passage of mirrors, each portraying reflections of memories from a life long past— Adell’s life. He was taking a trip ~

A boisterous laugh echoed from the twisted conflagrations of the dizzying heights, therein where the court ebbed and the sultan flowed. ‘A masterful display, Adell… absolutely masterful.’ He pushed himself off of the seventh throne, tucking both of his arms behind as he ~

— Brothers, Alibaba and Adell. Why did he lose everyone who was so close to him? Everyone he loved. #𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑🌹

Tears ran down the Overlord's pristine cheek, and yet with a painful smile she uttered the following. “ Je pense avoir perdu l'amour de ma vie pour de bon. ”

ー a sworn brother… And yet his spirit remained resolute, until now. A fizzling of Cursed Energy, all but dissipating in the face of such a vibrant and warm smile in their fearless leader’s final moments. ❝ Rest easy, Bossman… ❞ This was it… — THE END OF #OVERSOUL.

« However, the parting sentiment is intrinsically mortal, fleeting yet beautiful. And he shall celebrate him so. From his unmoving hiatus, the twilight stirred to witness this very moment. “. . . A well deserved rest, old friend.”

At long last, dénouement. An end that marked the final pangs that crucified the demon’s soul, no longer prisoner to fate, freed after a lifetime of tribulations. To the eyes of the other, Adell had simply ceased from the material plane, yet still within reach. »

The path of the End… grows heavier.

Surely he didn't die? He wouldn't leave behind his Cat? #OVERSOUL

— A soul that dared to defy even the darkest decree. Turning away from the cosmic panorama, Darkseid muttered, "You may be forgotten by the universe, Adell, but not by me. In the ledger of eternity, your name is etched in defiance... & that is the greatest curse I can bestow.”

— A tempest destined to break against the stone of inevitability." Yet, within, buried beneath layers of conquest-hardened apathy, there was a recognition; a shadow of respect. Adell had been more than a hindrance; he had been a testament to the unpredictable nature of will. —

— The universe whispered of a restored balance, but to him, it was an unsettling silence, a void where once there was resistance, defiance, & the unyielding spirit of Adell. "Over Soul," he uttered, the words tasting bitter, like ash on his tongue. "A fugacious anomaly. —

— But there was no triumphant roar, no victory speech, no ceremony commemorating the end of one of his greatest adversaries. Instead, Darkseid's hands folded behind his back, his gaze unblinking. —

— A faint flicker of satisfaction tugged at the corner of Darkseid’s stone-carved mouth. "So, the thorn finally wilts," he mused, his voice low, resonating like a tremor through the darkened halls. —

— His piercing, omega-red eyes stared beyond the horizon, beyond worlds, beyond dimensions; into the faint echo of something he had felt but refused to acknowledge. Adell was gone. —