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As the princess forms once more, the sun emerges. A shriek can be heard, as the light burns Kihaku. Steam rises from the skin of her new form, like an accelerated image of sunburn happening. She dashed off, her speed greatly enhanced by her new body. She stops only once she is within the hall of Ornstein and Smough, out of the rays that harmed her so. Those in her way find themselves missing limbs and heads, a scythe forming from solid darkness to rip through any obstacle that might stand in her way.

Far above, Cosmos struggles with the power of the Curse. It was greater than he had imagined, the enchantments of this land layered over each other, strengthened by the souls of lords. Those gods dwelled in this land, their very existence the cornerstone for this Seal. And yet, the First Fire kept them alive. Any time they were slain, they rose again. Reformed from the mist. He sent his instructions to the other Omegans, expecting them to obey without question. He would need to deal with these issues.

Bahamut launched himself of the ground, easily dodging the incoming Soular projectiles. Taking off like a rocket, he met Seath in midair. Blade in hand, he slashed at the scaleless dragon, his blade wreathed in divine flames. With the force of a cruise missile he struck, ripping through the beast's defences. However, Seath simply reformed, the Gem of Immortality keeping it alive. And so they fought, Bahamut slaying Seath a hundred times, Seath landing occasional lucky blows on the raging God of War.

Voidwalker gestured, as Kihaku was teleported to the Tomb of Giants. She herself then appeared before the Bed of Chaos. Her battle was a swift one, as she easily teleported into the bed's centre. Already Cosmos knew of it's weakness, and through him so did she. She slew the creature with ease, it's soul being collected far above by Cosmos. He would gather them, using their power and connections to shatter the Curse of the Undead.