Ren hung in the void, panting, his body trembling from the sheer strain of holding himself together.
Where his right arm had been, there was now only burning gold, flickering weakly like the stub of a candle.
Yggdrasil hovered across from him, looking every bit a god.
"You cannot win," it said, an unnatural smile appearing on its face. "You burn brighter than any mortal should, but you are still bound by the same end as all things. You will fade."
Ren raised his head. His eyes burned, his mind racing on how to get out of this.
His body bubbled slowly, his arm regenerating, the Primordial Flame fighting Yggdrasil's energy.
The only reason he'd gotten this far in the first place was because he'd fought the Blurred Man. If he'd jumped into this without that battle, he'd already be dead.
Too many people had died for him to stop here. Failure is not an option. "If I fade…," he grinned at Yggdrasil, "then I'll burn everything with me."
