[u][color=6ecff6][i][b]Sunumi[/b][/i][/color][/u]

	Hours had past since she woke, since she discovered what this story was to be, and the possibilities of what lied ahead seemed tireless.  Sunumi had approached the apocalypse in many ways since the first rebirth, but none of them seemed to truly matter until now.  “Just training,” she told herself, advancing down the halls and into the other rooms, scowering each for a clue of what or who was to come.  Each appeared to be empty, relative to what she was accustomed to, but it didn’t mean that horrible monsters did not spawn from them.  In the times that passed, she always appeared with the stone, and the weapons would come next, but this cycle was different; Sunumi was late, and every foul creature that was to inhabit this world had already left, putting her at an even greater disadvantage.  It didn’t help that there were so many rooms, leading her to believe that this rising was both rushed, and devious in nature.

	“They could be anywhere,” Sunumi groaned, slinking back against the wall.  She wasn’t used to being surprised, and had spent so much time wandering that protesting gut was even against her.  “What is going on around here?”

	“Something special.”

	Sunumi sprung up, not needing to turn to know who snuck up on her, but turning nonetheless in defense.  “Violet.”

	The woman revealed herself from behind an open room, her confident grin eclipsing her battered exterior.  Flowing hair encircled her, streaming with browns and reds, cluing Sunumi into what elements she was currently consuming.  “I was hoping to get a little more time before this meeting.  It would have been fun to kill you off in the beginning of this story, like you’ve done to me ohhh so many times.”

	Violet was an abomination, even among the monsters that rose.  In her pursuits to prove her greaters wrong, she consumed magic like a drug, eventually breaking the limits of what humans could do, and breaking the world in the process.  Sunumi had made it a personal mission to eradicate her corruption from the universe before she could take hold, but the stone had taken a liking to her.  “Do you really think you can kill me?”  She asked, her crystal shield pouring from her back and onto her arm.  “Not even the stone can stop me from rising, no matter how many times he has tried.”

	The woman’s hand glanced the wall, dragging the stone that she touched in her, restoring Violet’s body to what she once was.  “Not yet,” she grinned, “But then again, I haven’t been allowed to live this long, so who knows what could happen.”  She gave Sunumi a wink before vanishing from where she came, both of them knowing that a fight in their current states would yield nothing but exhaustion.  Still, Sunumi couldn’t help but stare, to burn a whole into the woman as she walked away, knowing that she was a perversion to everything that magic stood for, a gluttonous wraith that must be destroyed.  She stared until long after she was gone, understanding what the stone intended with it’s premature awakening.

	“Fine, “she declared, finished worrying about what was to come.  Whatever was out there, was the worst possible reality Sunumi could conceive, and she would destroy it, and the stone, and finally put an end to the drawn-out game.

	A clash echoed down the hall, bringing life to the other end of the ruins.  Sunumi rushed to its source, her light dripping in anticipation of an even worse adversary.  She rounded the corner, her breathing calm and controlled as her crystal shield began to absorb the excess light with a white brilliance as she reeled it back for an attack.  The energy oozing from the room was ominous, likely old blood magic that infamously broke the natural order, and had to be dealt with swiftly before it could infect anything else.  She slid through the open arch, slinging a crescent crystal toward the energy, when she saw it.  It was a sword, seamlessly staring at her as she came through, sprouting a metal thumbs up from the blade as she hurled her attack, causing the energy to swing off course and into the bandit that the sword fended off.  The light pierced the bandit’s body, leaving no markings, but causing the large man to go limp, the life ripped from his eyes, and body falling onto the sword.

	Sunumi couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it, but the worst had come to pass.  She raised her hand, and the crystal shield reformed around her arm, as if it never left, before she lowered it.  “What did I tell you the last time,” she yelled, frustratingly, as the blood sprayed the other bandits, both terrified and confused.  “I don’t have time for your games, not this time.”

	Violet alone was a problem, but Kritz was a different kind of monster.  Of all the atrocities she had corrected, he was one of a handful she could not reverse.  He was the unknowing mixture of powerful blood magic, and a unique soul, capable of handling his curse without being torn to pieces.  He was powerful, dangerous, and completely insane, but Sunumi couldn’t, or maybe wouldn’t ever muster up the energy to destroy him.  No matter how many times he interfered, she couldn’t just end it, a flaw that she knew she would regret someday; today was that day.  She couldn’t deal with them both, along with the stone, especially with the significant head start.  She raised her arm again, shield glowing more brilliantly with its purifying white light.