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'Your majesty! What am I supposed to do with your passing? Who shall be your successor?' Daiba held Ganishka aside his horse as he coughed and barfed more of his blood.
"Perhaps that artifact was far too powerful to be used while I was alive. Yet I know that the reincarnation I shall receive will be one to witness. Daiba, if you refuse to disobey my last wish, I will surely await you in the afterworld: Lower my body onto the pyre!"
"But Your Majesty! There is no precedent to producing such an illicit practice! Shouldn't we test it in a--" Daiba wondered what an apostle would do inside a man-made behelit and worried about the people's safety, yet Ganishka decided to scream his last orders to deafen his counselor's worries.
"PURGE THEM!"
As his strategic arrangement followed through. The Kushan obliterated the remaining forces of Vritannis. The holy alliance armies were already amidst recovery as they hoped the strongest of the enemy troops were already dealt with.
Though with the arrival of the Falcon Of Light and Locus' fleet of lancers, a few hundred soldiers would eventually dwindle the kushan lines of over 200,000 Kushan, miraculously cutting through their formations as no imperial guards were able to stop the commanding leader himself from hopping over the elephant Pishaca on his horse.
Not even Ganishka's last laugh would be realized, as the Illusion of victory he could have had from descending onto the abyss without seeing his men drag his soul themselves would come to fruition.
For a brief moment, both of them stood silent, as the great ruler's hands began to tremble, too weak to even assume his apostle form, his instinct of the demon realm recognized Femto as the untouchable master of the reincarnates.
"You seem to suffer..." Was all Griffith said to him as he extended his palm to his servant
Yet his presence brought him comfort, hunger and thirst. He was sufficed, yet maddened.
The moment those fingers touched his skin, it would all be over. His form would scatter much like the wind as the omen of doom would claim him.
And so, Ganishka kneeled.
Yet before a coup de grace could be delivered, The God Hand's fingers merely ran through his jagged forehead, healing his imperfections and undoing the damage caused by the plantmorphed pseudo-human.
"You've fought well, Great Emperor. Yet I do not understand why you fail to show me your true form."
Ganishka realized his energy was back, yet when he attempted to summon forth the clouds, the breeze was impeded by Femto's own center of gravity, tearing at his moving temple as the fog failed to form into any shape, dispersing behind the leader of the skies.
"Where is your form, Emperor?" Provoking him with a bow as his eyes met, Ganishka was stuck between the mist, and the invisible forcefield caused by Griffith's mere existence impeding him from receiving any attacks.
