The beam did not part, but it could not pass through Jenso's body. Every shred of energy that Yzeira fired halted, attacking Jenso's soul down to its very core. But it did not harm him. Jenso's soul stood resolute, growing even more powerful than before. He rushed through the torrent of energy, accepting all of Yzeira's feelings as he leaped over the gap in the tower that separated them. Yzeira narrowed his eyes and his smile disappeared. He looked confused. He didn't know what was happening. That ignorance made him falter. He took a step back.
"H...How?" Another step back.
"I'm striking you straight to the core!" Another.
"My energy.. It's.. My.." Jenso's figure appeared in front of him as he ceased his beam. Yzeira looked up at him, eyes wide. He didn't know what was going on. All of his power, all of his intelligence, all of his determination. When pitted against Jenso, he should have won. And in truth, he did. Jenso's soul could not take the full brunt of his energy. As he sacrificed it to the brunt force of Yzeira's attack, his powers rapidly dwindled. But that was his plan. That was what he needed to do to end it all. Jenso accepted it, understood the pain with every step that he took towards his goal. Every Millennia of torturous agony that Yzeira had gone through, it seeped into his body like a poison, and with his last step, and final thrust, he aimed to purge the wickedness from the man's mind with the last of his power.
"Prov..idence?" Yzeira whispered as light surged through his body and engulfed the entirety of his tower. He felt it burn him from head to toe. He couldn't react... No, he
could have. But then and there, a silhouette of his family assailed in in a flash flood of healing memories. Jenso's power finally reached down to the pits of his soul, and within seconds, the red in his hair began to fade. It faded to orange, then to purple. His eyes began to gain a clarity that hadn't been present before. Crimson streams of void were ripped from his soul one after the other. When his hair and eyes finally reached full clarity, he stood there with a pristine crystalline blue gaze, silent, and un-moving as Jenso stood before him, battered and bruised, his power robbed of him by his own hand, or rather,
granted to Yzeira in one final act of kindness.