Power. Near limitless power. It was flooding Princess Luna’s every fiber. Every cell in her body was electrified with the magic that was being injected into her. She turned all that power to the sky, and her magic grew fourfold. When she had been Nightmare Moon and the Elements had been used against her before, it felt like a cold fire had burned in her veins. Now it felt like a soothing liquid was slowing being poured into her body. The skies quickly filled with charged atmosphere, which the Pegasi were doing an excellent job of removing.
Some Unicorns were already spent, all their magic given. They were quickly lead away by the ever vigilant earth ponies. Even in the face of total extinction, her subjects were still working in harmony and caring for each other. The hole in the sky’s expansion began to slow, but even as it did, she felt the edges of fatigue began to creep into her perception. ‘Go on,’ a little voice said in the back of her head ‘absorb the power of the Elements. We can survive the collapse of reality. What need have we of these ridiculous foals?’
She was part of the circuit of magic flooding and filling the void hole, and if she gave into her exhaustion, there would be no hope of closing it in time; mother had told her so. She pressed on, ignoring the voice in her head. She grunted in pain as her muscles began to burn and her head began to ache. She continued on. Soon she would be completely exhausted, and rather than drawing energy from her metabolism, her magic would begin to drain her very life-force. That was an acceptable price, she thought. She had many, if not infinite years to spare, and now she was giving them that all other ponykind might live. Resolute, she struggled on.
She saw out of the corner of her eye that more and more Unicorns were falling away, and the Pegasi were needing rest as well. She felt the gradually increasing power drain as less energy was being offered to her, and the increasing demand was coming out of her. How much had she given already? A year? Five? Ten? She didn’t know or care. She screamed in frustration and pain as she gave everything she had.
The void hole finally stopped expanding altogether. The tipping point had been reached. They had momentarily stopped the cataclysm, between the Tardis, the Elements of Harmony, and the Princess of the Night, but even then it was almost too much.
Princess Luna felt a screaming her ears; her very thoughts were crumbling, her body was literally starting to burn. In a short amount of time, she would be unable to resist the power pouring into her, and she would become her own funeral pyre, burning in magical effigy. She continued on through the agony.
She looked to the bearers of the Elements, and in horror saw they were becoming exhausted too. Her hide began to smolder, and she began to bellow in determination. The void hole began to slip and grow again. This was it, she figured slowly. This is the night they all die, and she would be oblivion’s last meal. She gave every last bit she had, and then there was white.