Chapter Text
He decided to finish the hunt.
Zenos could’ve ended it all when the warrior of light was down, but he let them get up time and time again. His friend was always full of hope. They kept going. They could’ve declined to fight. He had given them that option. But he knew, they were one and the same. He saw that same hunger in their eyes, the need to strike him down time and time again.
Their fight was satisfying. Finally, his friend could focus on him and wasn’t distracted by unimportant things. The only language they really knew at their core was right in their fists.
It was finally over.
Zenos’ body was going cold.
Live.
He had wished for it for his friend, from the bottom of his heart; to the depths of his soul. Zenos had felt the song spread throughout the universe.
Once his friend was safe, he was alone again. Not that that was unusual.
The pull of darkness called to him as everything seemed to fade. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen or felt before.
No, it was rather similar to the time he had ended things on his own terms. Was it even possible for him to die? There was no other body nearby…
His avatar would most likely claim his flesh, as that was the nature of voidsent.
He’d have to simply take it back, as he had done so before. But where would he go now? It wasn’t like he was anywhere near the world that he had come from…
Zenos’ soul wavered in the space of the end, pushed along by the song of hope.