Blackout
The Father chuckles softly but ominously.
"You are brave. An admirable trait. But it will serve you poorly here. If you want to fight I will be waiting at the top of the prison. Where I always am. But if you want to break these bars or even stand a chance. You will need my Light." The Father cackles wickedly. "There may be Light yet, in the girls body. But tell me. Are you willing to mutilate a corpse to defend your ideals? Or will you sit here while she rots? I am so very curious to see how you justify your actions." The Father leaves making his way up the stairs and out to the lush overgrown courtyard ruins. The entire castle that serves as the prison is floating is a massive void of endless cloud spotted blue skies. In every direction including down is an insurmountable sea of while splotched blue. He strides across the courtyard over a massive bridge that twists and turns in ways that defy logic and understanding. Gravity seems to be inconsistent, affecting only the intended pathway. Finally The Father comes to a plateau of swaying grasslands which are perpendicular to the ruined castle where Razz and Nevermore are held.

Nevermore
Razz assaults The Father without considering my proximity to him. The explosion hits me with a delayed reaction. I can feel my organs bouncing around the inside of my body as I'm thrown across my cell. But I don't die. I gasp in pain and cough blood. But still Life clings to me. Is the cell keeping me alive? I feel myself beginning to lose consciousness. The Father offers a challenge to Razz before leaving. I want to warn him against it but the world goes black.

Furm
The girls ask a flurry of questions. I answer the dark skinned angel first.
"Last I heard he was here in South Point; harassing The Shadow. As for the Rebellion itself... it's nearing the end of it's life. Karnariel has resorted to using children in battle. Plus he's no tactician. He's lost almost every engagement he's been in. There's a rumor his campaign in the ocean was successful. But I'm not sure what successful even means these days. The rebellion is doomed."

Galen
"Lilianna let me out of these chains." Galen is furious but he restrains his voice. Zaak chimes in.
"She knows you for the impostor you truly are." Zaak says shifting in chains of his own. "But if we are going to end this she should be somewhere she cannot interfere."
"I agree." As Galen says this he Existentially Shifts her out of the 2nd Blackout and safely back into the oasis. Suddenly The 2nd Blackout "clenches" and becomes inaccessible. He could have done that at anytime. Galen ponders of why for only a moment.
"Shall we?" Zaak hums.
"I hope you're ready. I'm not holding anything back." Galen taunts.
"Since my first awakening, my birth, all of reality has been my enemy. The only difference now is it has a tangible ass I can kick." Zaak fires right back.
"Oh ho, tough talk for a dead man."
"After this is over [i]you'll[/i] be the one who is dead."
"Just so you know, I'm gonna rip those Seals out of you and toss whatever's left of your corpse into The Endless Abyss."

There is a spark. A flash. Lasting for only the briefest of moments. And the world around them blooms into beautiful cataclysms. 

Galen, without lifting a finger, hurls trillions of elemental and arcane attacks at Zaak who counters with his own endless storm of destruction. The landscape for thousands of miles in all directions is transformed, reshaped, and destroyed countless times over and over again. Zaak conjures Infallible Self, an straight katana with no handle or tsuba, the embodiment of every weapon he's ever used. Galen holds out his hand and his longsword Lex, The Bloody Monarch, emerges from a small pool of blood in his palm. The two drop slowly into stance.

As the two face off Reality warps and bends, occasionally fracturing, to accommodate their power and wills. But when Galen and Zaak cross swords Reality [i]buckles[/i] and gives way to an endless sea of Formless which spills forth unchecked by any conceivable understanding. Yet the two fight on and each new clash of their will infused blades creates fonts of Formless that reach out in all directions resetting any existence it touches to its primordial state of nothingness.

Galen is beaming and laughing. He and Zaak relent their aggression and observe each other. Then prepare to engage once again. They drop into stance. Aim. And strike. Galen comes in low with an ascending cut. Zaak goes high with a powerful two handed downward cut. Galen knows it's a trap but its too late. He's committed to his next strike. If Galen were to abandon his attack Zaak would get a clean hit and Galen would land a glancing blow at best. His last chance. He decides to risk it. Pulling back the force of his strike he uses the remaining momentum of his cut to parry Zaaks strike with a hanging guard. 

It doesn't work completly. Infallible Self cuts into Galen's upper shoulder. But now Galen is in an advantageous position and stance. He returns his own descending cut. But just before it lands Zaak, using one hand, makes a quick cut at Galen's abdomen. It lands but doesn't have any force behind it and could barely be considered a flesh wound. Galen smiles as hits sword bites into Zaaks shoulder cleaves through his collarbone. A clean hit. Zaak stumbles back. It's only when Galen sees Zaak's smile does he realize something is wrong.

Galen's legs buckle and stumbles about.
"What did you do?!" Galen shouts. He can feel something spreading through his body like fire. Then he understands. He severs his connection to The Oasis.
"Its called Umbral Reality. The antithesis to the Formless. Where the Formless is nothingness. Umbra is everything all at once. The Umbra you are experiencing now I crafted specifically to kill you. It acts as a poison to Ontological Beings." Zaak motions to everything. "All of his. Just to kill you. This entire Blackout. All for you."

Galen draws his hand cannon Lucy but Zaak shoots her out of his hand using his Type Zero 45. handgun. Galen curses. With a motion of his hand Zaak disarms Galen of all his weapons. Galen curses at Zaak calling him a bastard. Zaak strides up to Galen who has fallen to his knees. 
"Any last words?" Zaak asks solemnly as he aims the barrel of Type Zero at Galen's chest.
"Fuck you..."

Zaak pulls the trigger and softly kicks Galen into a pool of Formless. The Formless hungrily gobbles up Galen's now mortal corpse. As Zaak watches his hairs stand on end. The 2nd Blackout has dissipated, having served its purpose. Zaak takes a deep breath.