The final war had begun.
It was a battle unlike anything seen before, a battle that would decide the fate of everything. The stakes were high, the stakes were everything.
Victory could spell the end of the conflict and the beginning of a new era of peace. But defeat would mean the downfall of the world and the triumph of darkness and despair.
The final war, was unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Because it begins with a simple word. A lone order. The push of a button.
Rise.
Envy could do it. He could command the beasts to rise, bringers of the apocalypse. He could order them to rise, bend this world to move his innocent population to safety and let loose the dogs of war.
The final war rose from the depths of hell like a roaring fire. It began with a single word, a single command that set the gears of war into motion.
Envy had risen the beasts, unleashed them upon the world. They were the dogs of war and they were ravenous.
And then, the final march began.
The final war wasn't a great battle. It was the end of inner turmoil, it was finality, it was the ending of the end, the last decision, made by one who never held the rights to do so.
And it had been decided. After years of sitting in the dark, running the same thoughts over and over on repeat, the choice had been made.
Exterminate everything.
The final march was a brutal affair. Nothing was spared from the wrath of these soldiers.
All flesh was to be destroyed, all lives extinguished.
This was the final war and nothing would be left standing at its conclusion.
The beasts awakened in sequences, awakening as their cities were filled to capacity.
When the city was full- the march would begin.
One by one, the beasts would emerge from their city and they would march in unison towards a singular target.
For the beasts, this was a call to arms. For the beasts, this was a directive.
It was the beginning of a great slaughter.
A great tragedy.
The awakening of the beasts had brought great devastation to the world. They stepped on each layer like stairs, breaking through the skies like a ceiling, shattering stars and rending time asunder with every flap of a wing.
Their march had been a cataclysm, a calamity that shattered the world and broke the very fabric of time itself.
It was the beginning of a great tragedy that would echo through the ages.
The tragedy of failure.
Three times now had anyone dared to reach out to the light. And every time they fell further.
Infighting began- riots about what was happening- friendly blood spilled underhoof. The evacuation was incomplete. They'd missed much. Too much.
The attempts to reach out to the light had always ended in failure.
Friend turned against friend and blood was spilled on all sides.
Now, there was nothing left to do but face the consequences.
Envy watched the ensuing chaos with deadened eyes.
He had caused this.
The chaos and bloodshed that had been unleashed- it was all his fault.
And now, he had to live with this.
The final war had begun, and there was no turning back.
The beasts had been unleashed and the world was in chaos.
It was a great tragedy, one that would echo through the ages.
Envy felt the world crumble beneath his hooves and he watched, deadened eyes staring into the depths of the abyss.
Sorrow gripped his heart as he realized the extent of what he had caused.
This was his doing.
All too quickly had he forgotten about his commandments and His teachings, and this was his just reward- for the wages of sin was death.
Envy had failed and he was now paying the price.
He had forgotten the commandments and his teachings, and his failure was a testament to that.
For a time, he had believed that he could succeed where others had failed- blind hope and faith and perverted emotions had kept him going.
He had forgotten the commandments and his teachings, and his failure was a testament to that.
For a time, he had believed that he could succeed where others had failed- blind hope and faith had kept him going.
But now, he saw the truth. He had failed.
Failure after failure, but his faith refused to falter.
Failure after failure, the results refused to alter.
And now. Now there was nothing left.