A chronicle of heroes. Book One: From the void

still make it to his core. Mōhai thought anxiously. At that instant, Mōhai felt an enormous rush of energy pushing behind him, and he sensed two orbs, one golden and one a deep violet, mergin

if he was melting away. His structure strained from the excruciating sensation, but he plunged ever further just drilling himself inside the dense dark shield surrounding Abraxus's consciousness, his light dimming now amidst the dark void. Mōhai focused back towards his companions, hoping to sense their aura, but Abraxus's layers kept closing in on him, plunging Mōhai into despair. He was truly one last light amidst a world of evil, where he feared that further aid was impossible to reach him. Coldness rushed over Mōhai's form as his Outer core submerged within the murky darkness. As he dwelled deeper into the crucifying shadows, horrifying sensations washed over him, feelings of pain and suffering, helplessness, and grief. All the horrid emotions that Abraxus felt were being imposed upon Mohai. His very essence was being drawn out of him, all the light and hope leaving his form, and Mōhai struggled to maintain only one thought in his mind: The Infinite One. He concentrated only on His love as the darkness buried him, only on His mercy as the layers of smoke covered him one by one, and at last, when it had settled over him completely, Mōhai remembered His compassion. He remembered, and he was now certain that existence itself deserves not the darkness, but the light. With a final push Mohai felt the space around him change and Abraxus felt a ripple of genuine fear throughout his consciousness; There Mohai was, in front of the shielded dark core, and Mōhai could hear its terrible hisses. The space around him was chill and fearful as these sounds emitted a gripping sense of doom. Here Mohai began to doubt their efforts, for how could such a behemoth be destroyed? Even if only a speck somehow remained, with time, it would be sure to revitalize its strength. But this crimson spectral being was different and as soon as he felt hopelessness from out beyond this light entity was re-enlightened, and Mohai flashed for a quantum second with a euphoric aura suppressing the plaguing thoughts of the darkness. "What if I do not need to destroy Abraxsus, but merely keep its spread in constant control?" Mohai had experienced Abraxus's true inner self of pure suffering and let out a faint aura of satisfaction. "Better it's me that faces all the evil, rather than the others," he thought, "My energons are the purest of all lights! I will keep this darkness under my attractive forces for as long as I can!" Mohai internally vowed to fulfill his plan no matter the outcome. He could feel Abraxus stirring violently all over showing its discontent and hatred towards him. The unwavering Mohai immediately summoned a column of light, one that seemed to be derived from his now thin outer astronomical core, and shot it towards Abraxus's consciousness, where it slammed into the outer hardened barrier with a resounding boom. Mōhai followed his blast of light and pierced his pillars of red light directly into this dark, impenetrable core, causing light and dark to merge, forcing the contradicting energies to integrate. A blast of white energy shot through the core, breaking it with an unnerving crack, and Mōhai seeped through the space ignoring the howling deafening scream of Abraxus disbelievement and also the damaging effect of this impact on his own pure form. The interior of Abraxus's form had been deathly cold, but as Mōhai's energy infiltrated the core, it began to heat up. Now, Mōhai could feel his particulate energons vaporizing at an exponential rate, realizing that he only had a few moments to exist in this isolated chasm. From his inner core, Mohai gathered all the energy the entities had given him. His silver core was now exposed to darkness, for his exterior crimson pillars had crumbled on entry. Offering a final homage to his companions' starlight, prismatic core, he released it from his inner form and watched as it latched onto the deepest center of Abraxus: the very origin of the darkness, the first speck. The energy seemed to clutch onto the dark core like a vice, filling the darkness's shadows and infusing its very nature with nothing but warmth and light. "You see, Abraxus," Mōhai whispered, struggling through the dark tendrils encapsulating him. "Everlasting victory comes with selflessness, not pride." And Mohai finally stopped resisting and let go all from within. "Mohai!" Yuham cried, watching as