"SUN MAGIC!!!"
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! SOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!"
A massive beam of light, one that holds his 'Sun', one that rained down and let the world be coated in yellow and white. From his crown who hosts it, he laughs away as he watches the world that has abandoned him be given retribution. Laughing alongside him, was the very Devil. Laughed and laughed they did, their voices echoing across the Circle. To him, he has won. Sozo and the others cannot react in time, and Harvard's entourage has long since left him for dead. If he was buried away, he would never see the light of day proper again. To Zazel, the nuisance that dared become holy and admonish his creation, he only wishes he wallows back to the gallows of hell and fracture underneath its immortal shine.
He has truly won.
"Marvelous performance, my friend! TRULY Marvelous!" Jesta praised, sitting atop Wyvios' shoulders as he clapped away, watching the contract he used for bait began to disintegrate away. "I never thought you had it in you. Meandering around with this whole plan to not participate in such a bout. For sure, I thought you were unable to fight back. A coward to the end, I thought, but I am so glad you've proven me wrong in this." He'd start taking such notes for himself as he watched the Morningstar take pride in such words, beaming smiles all across his crown. It tilts a bit to act as a tip of the hat in response.
"Well, serves them right, really. Honestly, had that Dhampir not show up, I wouldn't be alive, much less like THIS!" He raised his arms up high, spreading them wide as he basks before the light he was able to surpass. It won't be long before he replaces it with his own. "I would say a few demeaning words, but I fear that they'd overhear me and try to kill me in the wreckage before us. I'm not one to take chances, as you have already seen. I'm somewhat confused though on how HE showed up after I took in Mawkin. Were they interlinked or something?" He'd ask.
"Far as I'm aware, Calibren's Xibal must've had a few influences that tethered the son with the father. That was all I could report from my personal trickster."
"That right? Shouldn't that be the smokey one, then? The one with the gnarled grin-" He paused himself as he realized what he meant. Enenra was merely a byproduct dubbed as 'son' in order to not cause confusion. He'd recall back the figure he last saw with Sozo and was able to see them possess somewhat of a similar shape, albeit with one standing upright rather than slouching and laying low. "...I seeeeeee. So THAT'S why he was smokey to begin with. They're sharing the same monster on each other. By any chance, is it-"
"Killing them? Well, no. Harvard has ensured that their lives are preserved. Matter of fact, it became some sort of 'immortality' for them through their weakness of fire being removed. It's like how Sun Wukong became immortal, stacking them up one after another."
"Miserable. Glad I was able to suppress that at least." Another laugh out of Wyvios, and yet in such midst, Jesta was quick to ask him a question.
"Right. Speaking of. Are you aware you've done something similar?" Such laughter paused when he heard it, the crown shifting over as scowls formed in those mouths.
"Do not lie to me, Devil. You realize that I've surpassed YOU In power as well, right? You realize I now harbor the very Morningstar that waged war against Heaven? I would NEVER make such a foolish mistake as give someone a boon by MY achieve-"
"Were you not aware what was happening to the Bunker?" The question silenced Wyvios as said scowls dropped. A twinge of concern coursed through their lips, confused by what he meant. He looked down upon the catastrophe beneath, believing the Devil was merely lying. Even with no eyes, he was able to 'see', as his head peers down amidst the smoke to see what was going on. Jesta continued, as he'd begin to back away. "Are you aware of what's known as 'The Omnipotent Paradox'? It was a question proposed during the early ages of humanity's taste for magic, I say around... 15th century? The question goes, 'Can an almighty being create a rock so heavy that they themselves cannot lift?' If they can, then they are not omnipotent, as they cannot lift the rock. If they cannot, then they are also not omnipotent, for that they couldn't create such a thing in the first place. A test to see what Omnipotence even is, and if such a thing even exists, as no true being could ever reach it. It's divisive too, last time I checked, considering there's a large group that believed it could be both, as that's what defines Omnipotence in the first place: to be given something so impossible, and yet they do it anyway."
BANG!!!!
A shot directly at Wyvios' heart, digging deep enough to nearly reach his core, the Contract that housed his soul proper. He felt it shifting, a monster embedded within the bullet that was growing out, taking control of his body from the inside out. Such a wound was also dribbling a different substance. Instead of his standard ichor, its a black ink. It reached through the likes of Sozo's canvas, pierced through the very light, and hit him directly. He watched as the light was starting to dissipate. Someone was under there, holding it. Nay, three were holding it, using both the Canvas and Zazel's shards to forge a barrier, and implanting that with every sigil possible, ones that were hard to recognize, except for the one in green. The one he was aware of directly. It was Harvard's markings.
He, alongside Zazel, were holding back the light itself from ever reaching to the land below. It was absorbing that light, and forging another mass of monsters that began to parade to the top. "I'm curious. Why did you make such a stone?" Jesta asked, as his mask bore that standard grin, as he watched on to see Wyvios' mouths contort into pure horror.