Conflagration brandishes the Sun-staff with a natural, kingly might. Eight ethereal gemstones manifest about it. Each one, in its own strange way, briefly reminds Conflagration of his allies– Firmgold, Steadfast, Deadweight, Lost, Dhampir, Cautaa, Xu, and Ruby and Sapphire.
Together with the eight, he brings the Sun-staff down like a mighty morning star. A cosmic ray erupts from the orb atop it, rocketing toward the falling Moon. The ray impacts with its surface, and Conflagration is flung back through the air, before he gathers himself, and pushes back, holding the Moon in a standstill.
The glossolalia of the enraptured Lunatics grows louder, the higher and higher they float toward the Moon, Agatecastle and Ironcastle alike."LUNACY! LUNA-SEA! LUNA, SEE! LU-NA-CY!"
With singular focus and purpose, Conflagration pours all his power into the Sun-staff, becoming one with it, not to be consumed, but to unite with it! The cosmic ray grows in intensity and size, until the Castle shakes not just with the approach of the Moon, but the warmth of the very Sun itself! All around Agatecastle, a dreadful wailing echoes out, as the Dreaded drawn by the battle of the Necromancer are annihilated beneath the light of the Lamps which once glowed upon the entire world!"LUNACY!!! LUNACY!!! LUNACY!!! LUNACY!!!"
What may have been in the Sun-king's mind in those last moments? Perhaps of his allies, of his family, of his Castle… none may truly know, except for him. Yet, for innumerable years after those moments, his radiance would burn eternal in the minds of all those who witnessed it…
With a deafening, holy roar, and a quaking as such to rend the entire Diskos… the Moon rockets back into the illusory sky. As its awesome curvature recedes, darkness at last closes in around it… until the Moon, reduced to the size of a coin in your eyes, falls below the western horizon. A streak of golden radiance follows it– and the witnesses to this would swear that the Sun, for but an instant, went to follow her sister.
The illusory sky fades, and the Moon, the Sun, and Night with it. There again is the ceiling of L-8 F-4, and all the Castle above it. All is silent, and still with awe. In this silence, you can hear the clattering of a metal staff to the ground.
The Agate Alters have vanished… and Conflagration with them.