Across the red planet came a whisper... A single word that could be heard as an echo throughout the ancient forgotten structures beneath the dusty surface. Within moments, the lifeless wasteland begins to stir. A ravenous hunger awakens from a long slumber yet again, still tasting its last feast. The blood stained corridors of a vast underground network gradually fill with the antagonized snarling and growls of otherworldly creatures beckoned forth from their subterranean lairs.

Back above ground, monoliths slowly rise up to meet the sky, casting their imposing visage upon the land. The monstrous sounds feed into the terraformed atmosphere with growing ferocity. Before long, the freakish denizens of the deep emerge from the abyss, pouring out of the towers and marching onward together, gathering into a sizable army. 

Demons... Everywhere...

Hell's legion treaded along the dried clay underfoot, kicking up sand as they continued forth. Then for some reason, the fiends came to an abrupt halt, turning their attention skyward as silence fell upon the masses. The army stood at the ready as if waiting for something promised to them. 

[b][u]THEME[/u]:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-BgS84CFk

Phasing into the dimension through a static portal, an armored dropship sporting the TZDL logo slipped through the cascade of dust clouds only to be met by the sight of countless monsters below. The pilots take to the radio to call for aid. Nothing but static. Before they can even think to turn back, the craft is suddenly assaulted by a mob of giant floating heads with one eye. Their large jaws opened wide to release a blast of strange energy which riddled the ship, denting armor and knocking the vessel around. Struggling to maintain control, the pilot ascended into the cloud bank only to have even more of the bastards latch on, dragging it back down into view. The cockpit was torn into, screams calling out as the two operators were devoured. 

That was when a brilliant radiance surged, blue streaks of blinding light seeping through the damaged hull...

[i]I'll shine this light for the world to see.[/i]

Igniting the air, azure flames came bursting outward from the implosion which ripped the spacecraft apart to reveal an intense pulsating light. Monsters averted their gaze from the inferno, clouds parting as the tremendous force being exerted swept up the floating demons, cracking bones and crushing organs. It was as if unleashing the primal fury of God, an unrelenting anger washing over the area as paranoia began to take hold of the horde.

The blue star then dropped down, plummeting to the ground below. Pulling back, the legion started to flee in that moment while others were left frozen, gripped by fear as they watched on. Hitting the surface, the light erupted into a massive explosion, shaking the earth. Countless monsters were caught in the blast radius, a bloody massacre as limbs and entrails decorated the scene, littering the battlefield with corpses. Standing at the epicenter was a lone figure, wreathed in the blue blaze. As the remaining army drew closer, a pair of brightly glowing ruby red eyes peered out from the shadows obscuring the stranger's face.

Reforming their ranks, the remaining army gathered together on the outer rim of the newly formed crater. Just as the first among them gave a shout to rally the others, the stranger seemingly vanished from his spot which erupted in an upheaval, a steel toed boot now firmly planted in the creature's mouth to silence it. Having launched himself like a ballista from where he once stood, he continued forward using the demon as a battering ram to plow through the crowd, dislocating its jaw from the sheer impact.

Eventually coming to a stop, the man kicked the dead monster off of himself, its brain having ruptured. Surrounded on all sides, the man stood unflinching with long, shimmering blue hair and casual black clothes. A sword resting loosely in his right hand burned with a myriad of colors, appearing to be almost alive. An orb of white light manifesting in his open left hand, fingers curled around the energy which was then reshaped, solidifying into metal taking the form of a saber.

"Shut the hell up... Fucking demons." His annoyed tone spoke to their ire. Unleashing a blood curdling roar, the horde rushed in filled with malice. Stepping backwards, his body spun about with blades lashing to either side, carving through one enemy after another. Cutting a swath through the masses, mounds of bodies were left in his wake. His mind slowing each frame in the moment, aware of every subtle detail in each movement around himself as he timed his own strikes with lethal precision. As one went to slash its claw at the back of his head, it failed to notice the eviscerating sword down below slicing clean through as he pivoted, twisting to the side to evade the beast and continue onto the next.

With a brief pause in action, Dias dropped to a knee while plunging the saber deep into the ground as it flared up from his touch. Without warning, a sudden quake took them by surprise as a wave of jagged rock came shooting up beneath the nearby enemies, puncturing the bodies of some while others were sent reeling from the blow. Meanwhile, the saber itself turned to glistening ash and vanished into nothingness, unable to withstand his power.

In the midst of mayhem, the man took to the skies as he launched himself above the masses seconds before a volley of demonic energy blasts struck the spot. The blood coating SoulLink seemed to practically evaporate without a trace, cleaning the blade before he took it with his mouth, holding it firmly between his lips. Both arms reached out, white orbs manifesting as he gripped tight to create six swords now, three in each hand. With a snap of his wrists, the blades were let loose, thrown as if playing a game of darts as they pierced the eyes of the last few surviving heads from earlier.

A glint of light could be seen, metal wires revealed to be laced around his fingers, attached to the six hilts. Flipping himself around, another burst of force saw him flying back down into the horde, dragging his new friends along for the ride. Landing, the giant heads crashed hard into the crowds. Then the blades began to resonate, turning red before going critical in a fierce series of explosions throughout the mobs which were sent into a state of panic.

Brandishing the SoulLink once more, his ears twitched just as a rocket came in and exploded, smoke billowing to obscure him. Standing at a far off distance to the west, overseeing the battlefield was a behemoth, most of its body replaced with cybernetics.

"Final Boss."

Exiting the smoke screen, Dias appeared unscathed as he dashed across the wasteland. Continuous bursts of force propelled him forward, flying past enemies that were struck along the way with a flash of his sword. A barrage of rockets started to blanket the desert in a dire attempt to halt his advance. Pushing through in defiance, the warrior kicked one nearby demon up into the air to take a rocket head on as he sprinted to the side, dodging several more.

Catching sparks, his sword began to crackle with electricity. With a quick swipe, a powerful bolt of lightning was released, taking the shape of a razor edge as it cleaved through the mechanical beast's weapon arm. The severed limb fell with a loud thud, wound cauterized by the extreme heat. Before it could recover from the shock, the SoulLink itself nailed the devil right between the eyes, knocking it backwards a few feet yet miraculously still standing. That was until Dias came in from above, the heel of his boot connecting with the hilt to hammer it in the rest of the way through the skull, toppling the titan finally.

Reclaiming his sword, he stood atop the corpse and turned back towards what was left of the abominations.

[i][b]ARMIGER.[/b][/i]

Suddenly, the space within a thirty yard radius around him started to become distorted. Using the SoulLink to project a constant stream of ether which permeated all physical matter, he established a sphere of influence around himself compromised of the raw imaginative energy. Reacting to his thoughts, an arsenal of diamond forged Greatswords were sculpted, designed with large fourteen inch broadsides and over seven feet long. Eight in total, the prismatic weapons could be seen hovering just above the ground to form a protective circle several feet around him.

Seconds just before he was about to resume the onslaught, a sort of dimensional manipulation took hold and instantly snatched the man from the region only to send him miles off to the east. Some kind of arena? Oh right, the tournament... He assumed that weird cyborg thing was his semi-finals opponent. Guess that was just the mini-boss.

Of course, Dias didn't have much of a reprieve as his senses registered a strange manner of energy quickly seeking to flood the confines. Thankfully his field was still active. Before any of the alien particles could breach the outer perimeter of the field, a blinding golden radiance abruptly appeared completely surrounding the distorted space within. The Dread Energy would be met by a repelling force as a light barrier had now formed, generating a protective ward fueled by the man's own unshakable resolve.

At least it would level the playing field a bit with the entire arena getting flooded with this stuff... His cursed eyes depicting the Nihilus Paradox transcended the material realm, the crimson gaze easily recognizing the outline of what appeared to be a Human standing on the opposite side. Must be the real Final Boss.

The Greatswords remained at the ready, acting as sentinels while he waited to see what his opponent's next move would be.