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     Uraimal stood in front of the door, wondering whether or not he should open it.
     He hadn’t taken his walk today, and his legs were getting creaky. He was old, after all, even if his body didn’t show it. He needed his exercise, and the stairs were the only way he could stretch himself out.
     Uraimal was a tall thing, at over seven feet tall. He resembled a human as far as build goes, but that was where most shared attributes with humans ended. His body was extremely difficult to see due to the permanent white aurora that surrounded him. He was entirely blurred by the furious fulgor that emanated from his body. He brightened dark rooms, he could never hide in the darkness, and people normally had to shield their eyes to look at him.
     The door taunted him. He was having a hard time deciding whether or not to get a move on.
     A click came from behind him. The door in the floor was opening, which hadn’t happened in a long time. It could only mean that Mah Juddani was on his way in.
     It was. Mah opened the trap, climbed into Uraimal’s chambers, and shut the trap. He brushed himself off and looked at Uraimal, which was hard to do. He had a distressed look on his face, and his turban was slightly askew.
     “Uraimal. There is something I need to tell you.”
     Uraimal looked at him. His unseen eyes took in more than just light, he saw that Mah was genuinely worried about something. Uraimal’s voice echoed through the room and into Mah’s brain. “What is it, Mah Juddani?”
     Mah said, “Something in my house. I do not know what it is, but it looks dangerous. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?”
     Uraimal appeared concerned. “No, not at all. Take me to it.”
     They walked over to the door in the floor, Mah opened it. He climbed down warily, as if there was something in his room that he was deathly afraid of. He went down the steps, and Uraimal walked gingerly after him. His legs hurt.
     Walking down into Mah’s room, Uraimal instantly felt that something was amiss. He had been in Mah Juddani’s home before, and it never felt like this. It was a place of dust, of mellowed paper, old memories and jovial revisiting. It was a cheerful place.
     But now, before Uraimal had even seen anything, he detected a shredding cold that sharply contrasted against the usual warm firelight of Mah’s house. Something was wrong.
     Mah was almost cowering. He pointed through the smoke and the dust at a space that lay between his bed and armoire.  Uraimal peered into the dim area.
     The bright man was slightly confused. His voice echoed, “I do not see anything, Mah.”
     Mah did not take his eyes from the spot. “Look closer, Uraimal.”
     Uraimal walked closer to the dim spot, to get a better look at what was troubling Mah Juddani. He drifted through the haze, and arrived at the foot of Mah's luxurious bed. He looked to the left, where Mah would step down from his bed every morning. What he saw chilled him.
     In the small space between the tall dresser and the head of Mah's bed, there was a strange object. It did not move, but Uraimal could see its shape. It was a spherical thing, with a silvery luster. The object was about a foot in diameter, and had extremely obscure markings inscribed across its surface. They were of a language that Uraimal had never seen before. The markings glowed red. Across the middle of the sphere, there was a single groove, as if it could split open bilaterally. The object's shine and natural gloss were offset by a dark, cold mist that it emitted, blighting the air and obscuring light.
     Uraimal could tell by reaching out with his mind that it was an evil thing. It thwarted all attempts at mental probing, as if it had a mind of its own, and this mind was proficient at telepathic blocking. The markings changed periodically, and regularly, with a changing sequence of what appeared to be numerics...
     A countdown.
     “Mah. Stand back. Go to the far wall.”
     Mah Juddani did as he was told. He walked slowly back to the far wall, and backed up against it. He looked frightened; his glasses were askew, and his white beard was frayed.
     Uraimal turned his faceless head back to the mysterious, dark object. Suddenly, a thought rent Uraimal's mind. DO NOT THINK TO INTERFERE. WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
     Uraimal was enraged. He knew now what he was up against, and he was prepared. He had waited for this moment for almost all of his long life.
     He said back to the object, I refuse to let you succeed. Your plans are useless here. This is a pure place, and your presence is an insult and a blight. Begone. This is no place for you.
     The sphere changed. It lost all its luster, it blackened as if burned. The markings flared bright red. THIS PLACE WILL BE MADE OURS. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. Its black mist swirled violently, whipping up a current of air that blew papers all around and flapped the pages of the many books that were thrown about. The haze enveloped Uraimal, and he could no longer see Mah Juddani or his room. Then, without warning, he could no longer sense either of them.
     As suddenly as it happened, the mist broke, and Uraimal was no longer in the Tower. He was... somewhere else. He could feel it.
     There was nothing but white space when Uraimal opened his unseen eyes. Nothing but white all around him.
     A blackness arose from an invisible floor in front of him. It trickled upward as spilled water will trickle off the edge of a table, and formed a cohesive shape. It sat there and pulsed. It was just as tall as Uraimal, and had the same general humanoid form. It twitched and writhed, almost as if it was nearly incapable of controlling itself.
     A voice from nowhere, seemingly from the shape, said, THIS IS YOUR NEW PRISON. WE HAVE CREATED THIS POCKET DIMENSION FOR YOU, AND YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE. THE LAST DEFENDER HAS FALLEN, AND YOUR WORLD IS NOW OURS.
     And without another word, it disappeared into the floor again. Uraimal was left alone in the white void.
     Uraimal knew the truth. The Last Defender had not fallen. He would not give up that easily. It was time to end this, once and for all.
     Uraimal called upon all of his experience with the Void. Early in his childhood, Uraimal was exposed to the great Void of the Universe. He was left alone in it, and told to become one with the emptiness. He had done that, and mastered the Void itself, at a young age.
     Uraimal charged himself with the energy, the unseen energies of the emptiness, the undetectable and untapped reserves of the Universe. He had waited for centuries to be able to use this energy, he had taught himself year after year after year, waiting for the moment when it would be needed. That moment was now.
     Markings spiraled across Uraimal's hide. They warped and traveled his body, melding and morphing, defining him and allowing him access to the Universal energy vault. They moved in spirals and rainbows of unnameable colors, colors only visible to insects, colors only visible to the stars themselves. Power flowed in, and Uraimal used it to fracture this pathetic construct that the black creature had built for him. He would not be constrained.
     The world shattered underneath him, sending him to the Neutral Realm, a place that was unfriendly to anything that proclaimed itself to exist. Blackness swirled around him, calling to him, urging him to embrace neutralization. Chaos beckoned.
     He resisted the antithesis of existence just long enough to shatter space-time once more and arrive in Mah Juddani's room.
     Mah was no longer there in body. He had been eliminated, but his spirit was still lingering. Uraimal used this trace of being to fabricate Mah's body once more, and called his spirit back into it.
     Mah Juddani appeared in front of Uraimal, saved from obliteration.
     The black creature had damaged Uraimal's home dimension. The laws of physics were misbehaving, bending and contorting things in chaotic and unexpected ways. Uraimal wrangled them and called them to order, using his newfound powers.
     Once the black thing's damage was undone in this part of the world, he left Mah's room with a message of comfort and reassurance.
     He searched the world for the Doom, it had covered its tracks well, but from an interdimensional standpoint, Uraimal could find it. He peered through a thin window of quantum strings and foam, allowing a small bit of his light to reach the Doom. It made the black being flinch and run to another part of the world. Uraimal used his temporary pocket dimension to follow him effortlessly.
     Using the metaphysicality of his being, Uraimal followed the black creature. He followed it, keeping in his mind the fact that this moment would be the culmination of all the struggle and pain he had ever felt in his lifetime. All of the effort he put into honing his skills, maximizing his potential; all of it would be used today, against the last threat to the safety of this Universe, and the Universes adjacent.
     Uraimal located the black creature using an impossible burst of positional mathematics, and used the remnants of the action as a catalyst for his next feat of spatial and telekinetic engineering. He shattered the space-time continuum, slowly, to prevent scattering, and wrapped the hole he created around the black creature. The fracture enveloped the malevolent being, and used its own native disruption properties to send the thing to another random Universe, one where Uraimal could not damage anything he cared about.
     He directed his positional mathematics at the fracture a split second before it dissipated, and was able to extrapolate the location of the Universe that it had lead to. He jumped inside, hunting his quarry.
     Darkness and temporary, interdimensional chaos wrapped itself around Uraimal and attempted to dismantle him. Uraimal countered it by using a number of select uncertainty principles to cause the pure chaotic essence of interdimensional power to annihilate itself momentarily. Uraimal used this voided gap to arrive at his destination.
     When Uraimal saw where his space-time fracture had dumped him, he almost lost control of his abilities and did serious damage to one Universe or more.
     Uraimal was standing on top of the Tower.
     That was impossible, even with Uraimal's total mastery of spatial relativistics. No one could reach the top of the Tower. It was endless, the levels went on and on.
     But here he was. This circle of bricks, unadorned and regular, exactly the same diameter as his own circular home, the same as Mah Juddani's. He had reached the top of the tower, with pure luck.
     Or was it fate?
     A dark, wretched voice thundered silently, YOUR PROFICIENCY IS NEGLIGIBLE. THIS PLACE WILL BE OURS. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US!
     The dark mass, amorphous and globular, sharpened a spike of pure spatial energy and detonated it in Uraimal's direction. It impacted Uraimal and was instantly negated and absorbed, feeding the fires of the glowing man's strength.
     Uraimal said calmly, “Give in. I am older than you. I am wiser than you. I know what you are, I can define you. Your existence is mine to exert my will upon.”
     The unnamed black shape thrusted a mighty explosion fork at Uraimal in protest; its total detonation force in megatons would require extensive exponential notation if described in numerical terms.
     This explosion fork was powerful enough to vaporize and effectively powder an entire galaxy.
     Uraimal simply displaced it, and filtered it at several quantum levels, using the ambient quantum foam as a strainer and sieve to dilute the spike's power. He circled it through a maze of quantum loopholes, then directed it at himself. He then absorbed it.
     Uraimal said, “I am tired of these games. It is time to end this.”
     The glowing white man, covered in markings of unimaginable colors, started to refract ambient Void energy. He coated himself in it, made it part of him, constructed a shell of pure energy. He drew upon the power of this Universe, calling upon the vast reserves of power from every point imaginable; something he had started to think he would never have to do.
     The black thing resisted. It tried firing spike after spike of pure chaotic energy at him, each one more powerful than the last. Each attempt was redirected, diluted, and absorbed automatically. Its attacks were useless.
     Uraimal drew more and more energy, becoming a beacon and locus for all kinds of power. Gravitational, gamma, X-ray, beta, alpha, magnetic, thermal, photonic, electric, and even antimatter annihilation and Dark energies were pulled in and incorporated into Uraimal's wonderful and horrifying kaleidoscope of Universal fury. He remembered the days of old, the days that were happy and simple, the days that had been ruined by the thing that was in front of him. He poured all his rage, sorrow, and regret into his ultimate charge of power, and aimed them at the black thing as well.
     The black thing felt all of this and knew that it was doomed if it didn't escape. It tried to flee by running to another pocket dimension, but found that it could not move. He had been locked in place by a matrix of magnetic and gravitational energy; the kind of barrier that holds entire Universes together. It realized that since it was impossible to move, it would start to muster a defense against what it knew was coming.
     Uraimal had charged his being with every kind of energy available in all of Existence. He tapped the souls of these great powers, and would use them to rid this realm of the creature that had destroyed everything Uraimal had cared for. He used the Souls of Magnetism and Gravity to create a bubble of force that not even a star could escape.
     He called upon the Souls of Gamma, Beta, Alpha, X-ray, and Quantum radiation. He summoned the fiery Soul of Thermal Energy, the crackling force of the Soul of Electricity, and the blinding might of the Soul of Light. The communicable and effervescent Souls of Sound and Radio Waves joined them. Finally, the mysterious and enigmatic Souls of Antimatter and Darkness reluctantly lent their strength.
     All forces unified into one burning, flashing nexus of pure cosmic fury.
     All it took was a simple, tiny push.
     All the force of the Universes cascaded and crushed in upon the darkness. The defenses it had built were completely useless against the combined mights of Existence. The Souls of Magnetism and Gravity locked the evil being in place and crushed it mercilessly, while the other Souls of Force used their power in turn to do incomprehensible and irreversible damage to the dark thing. One after another they blasted, burned, shocked, compressed, irradiated, quaked, and contorted it, rendering the Blackness helpless and defeated, on the brink of destruction.
     The Forces had spent themselves, and they left Uraimal, giving him their goodbyes and best wishes. All that was left was Uraimal, the Blackness that was holding onto life by a thread, and the impossible Top of the Tower.
     Uraimal walked over to the huddled, small, and ashen mass that was the Darkness. It was pitiful, and pathetic. It was paying its dues, and would pay the ultimate price for its transgressions against Life.
     The shining, burning man clenched his fists at the sight of it. He knelt down and addressed it. “You see now that what you have done is wrong. There will be not mercy for you; the deeds you have done have ensured your destruction. But know this. Although you tried, a long, long time ago to extinguish the fires of my people, your attempt has ultimately failed. The legend of the last of my people has haunted you for untold periods of time... and now it has finally come to pass. Let this be your final thought. I am Uraimal, the Last Defender. I will avenge the wrongs that you have done, the atrocities that you have committed. And now, death will embrace you. Farewell.”
     Uraimal snapped the fingers of his right hand, and used a small amplification algorithm to reverberate the sound, and used it to crush what was left of the Darkness. The one threat to all Universes was gone. Prophecy had come to fruition.
     Now, Uraimal, Last Defender of the People of the Light, was free of worry and anticipation. He could finally rest, and enjoy the endless years that spanned before him. Freedom was finally his, free of the guilt and terror that had plagued him for his entire life.
     Freedom. Free, and able to finally bask in the light.

Description
     Uraimal stood in front of the door, wondering whether or not he should open it.
     He hadn’t taken his walk today, and his legs were getting creaky. He was old, after all, even if his body didn’t show it. He needed his exercise, and the stairs were the only way he could stretch himself out.
     Uraimal was a tall thing, at over seven feet tall. He resembled a human as far as build goes, but that was where most shared attributes with humans ended. His body was extremely difficult to see due to the permanent white aurora that surrounded him. He was entirely blurred by the furious fulgor that emanated from his body. He brightened dark rooms, he could never hide in the darkness, and people normally had to shield their eyes to look at him.
     The door taunted him. He was having a hard time deciding whether or not to get a move on.
     A click came from behind him. The door in the floor was opening, which hadn’t happened in a long time. It could only mean that Mah Juddani was on his way in.
     It was. Mah opened the trap, climbed into Uraimal’s chambers, and shut the trap. He brushed himself off and looked at Uraimal, which was hard to do. He had a distressed look on his face, and his turban was slightly askew.
     “Uraimal. There is something I need to tell you.”
     Uraimal looked at him. His unseen eyes took in more than just light, he saw that Mah was genuinely worried about something. Uraimal’s voice echoed through the room and into Mah’s brain. “What is it, Mah Juddani?”
     Mah said, “Something in my house. I do not know what it is, but it looks dangerous. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?”
     Uraimal appeared concerned. “No, not at all. Take me to it.”
     They walked over to the door in the floor, Mah opened it. He climbed down warily, as if there was something in his room that he was deathly afraid of. He went down the steps, and Uraimal walked gingerly after him. His legs hurt.
     Walking down into Mah’s room, Uraimal instantly felt that something was amiss. He had been in Mah Juddani’s home before, and it never felt like this. It was a place of dust, of mellowed paper, old memories and jovial revisiting. It was a cheerful place.
     But now, before Uraimal had even seen anything, he detected a shredding cold that sharply contrasted against the usual warm firelight of Mah’s house. Something was wrong.
     Mah was almost cowering. He pointed through the smoke and the dust at a space that lay between his bed and armoire.  Uraimal peered into the dim area.
     The bright man was slightly confused. His voice echoed, “I do not see anything, Mah.”
     Mah did not take his eyes from the spot. “Look closer, Uraimal.”
     Uraimal walked closer to the dim spot, to get a better look at what was troubling Mah Juddani. He drifted through the haze, and arrived at the foot of Mah's luxurious bed. He looked to the left, where Mah would step down from his bed every morning. What he saw chilled him.
     In the small space between the tall dresser and the head of Mah's bed, there was a strange object. It did not move, but Uraimal could see its shape. It was a spherical thing, with a silvery luster. The object was about a foot in diameter, and had extremely obscure markings inscribed across its surface. They were of a language that Uraimal had never seen before. The markings glowed red. Across the middle of the sphere, there was a single groove, as if it could split open bilaterally. The object's shine and natural gloss were offset by a dark, cold mist that it emitted, blighting the air and obscuring light.
     Uraimal could tell by reaching out with his mind that it was an evil thing. It thwarted all attempts at mental probing, as if it had a mind of its own, and this mind was proficient at telepathic blocking. The markings changed periodically, and regularly, with a changing sequence of what appeared to be numerics...
     A countdown.
     “Mah. Stand back. Go to the far wall.”
     Mah Juddani did as he was told. He walked slowly back to the far wall, and backed up against it. He looked frightened; his glasses were askew, and his white beard was frayed.
     Uraimal turned his faceless head back to the mysterious, dark object. Suddenly, a thought rent Uraimal's mind. DO NOT THINK TO INTERFERE. WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
     Uraimal was enraged. He knew now what he was up against, and he was prepared. He had waited for this moment for almost all of his long life.
     He said back to the object, I refuse to let you succeed. Your plans are useless here. This is a pure place, and your presence is an insult and a blight. Begone. This is no place for you.
     The sphere changed. It lost all its luster, it blackened as if burned. The markings flared bright red. THIS PLACE WILL BE MADE OURS. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. Its black mist swirled violently, whipping up a current of air that blew papers all around and flapped the pages of the many books that were thrown about. The haze enveloped Uraimal, and he could no longer see Mah Juddani or his room. Then, without warning, he could no longer sense either of them.
     As suddenly as it happened, the mist broke, and Uraimal was no longer in the Tower. He was... somewhere else. He could feel it.
     There was nothing but white space when Uraimal opened his unseen eyes. Nothing but white all around him.
     A blackness arose from an invisible floor in front of him. It trickled upward as spilled water will trickle off the edge of a table, and formed a cohesive shape. It sat there and pulsed. It was just as tall as Uraimal, and had the same general humanoid form. It twitched and writhed, almost as if it was nearly incapable of controlling itself.
     A voice from nowhere, seemingly from the shape, said, THIS IS YOUR NEW PRISON. WE HAVE CREATED THIS POCKET DIMENSION FOR YOU, AND YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE. THE LAST DEFENDER HAS FALLEN, AND YOUR WORLD IS NOW OURS.
     And without another word, it disappeared into the floor again. Uraimal was left alone in the white void.
     Uraimal knew the truth. The Last Defender had not fallen. He would not give up that easily. It was time to end this, once and for all.
     Uraimal called upon all of his experience with the Void. Early in his childhood, Uraimal was exposed to the great Void of the Universe. He was left alone in it, and told to become one with the emptiness. He had done that, and mastered the Void itself, at a young age.
     Uraimal charged himself with the energy, the unseen energies of the emptiness, the undetectable and untapped reserves of the Universe. He had waited for centuries to be able to use this energy, he had taught himself year after year after year, waiting for the moment when it would be needed. That moment was now.
     Markings spiraled across Uraimal's hide. They warped and traveled his body, melding and morphing, defining him and allowing him access to the Universal energy vault. They moved in spirals and rainbows of unnameable colors, colors only visible to insects, colors only visible to the stars themselves. Power flowed in, and Uraimal used it to fracture this pathetic construct that the black creature had built for him. He would not be constrained.
     The world shattered underneath him, sending him to the Neutral Realm, a place that was unfriendly to anything that proclaimed itself to exist. Blackness swirled around him, calling to him, urging him to embrace neutralization. Chaos beckoned.
     He resisted the antithesis of existence just long enough to shatter space-time once more and arrive in Mah Juddani's room.
     Mah was no longer there in body. He had been eliminated, but his spirit was still lingering. Uraimal used this trace of being to fabricate Mah's body once more, and called his spirit back into it.
     Mah Juddani appeared in front of Uraimal, saved from obliteration.
     The black creature had damaged Uraimal's home dimension. The laws of physics were misbehaving, bending and contorting things in chaotic and unexpected ways. Uraimal wrangled them and called them to order, using his newfound powers.
     Once the black thing's damage was undone in this part of the world, he left Mah's room with a message of comfort and reassurance.
     He searched the world for the Doom, it had covered its tracks well, but from an interdimensional standpoint, Uraimal could find it. He peered through a thin window of quantum strings and foam, allowing a small bit of his light to reach the Doom. It made the black being flinch and run to another part of the world. Uraimal used his temporary pocket dimension to follow him effortlessly.
     Using the metaphysicality of his being, Uraimal followed the black creature. He followed it, keeping in his mind the fact that this moment would be the culmination of all the struggle and pain he had ever felt in his lifetime. All of the effort he put into honing his skills, maximizing his potential; all of it would be used today, against the last threat to the safety of this Universe, and the Universes adjacent.
     Uraimal located the black creature using an impossible burst of positional mathematics, and used the remnants of the action as a catalyst for his next feat of spatial and telekinetic engineering. He shattered the space-time continuum, slowly, to prevent scattering, and wrapped the hole he created around the black creature. The fracture enveloped the malevolent being, and used its own native disruption properties to send the thing to another random Universe, one where Uraimal could not damage anything he cared about.
     He directed his positional mathematics at the fracture a split second before it dissipated, and was able to extrapolate the location of the Universe that it had lead to. He jumped inside, hunting his quarry.
     Darkness and temporary, interdimensional chaos wrapped itself around Uraimal and attempted to dismantle him. Uraimal countered it by using a number of select uncertainty principles to cause the pure chaotic essence of interdimensional power to annihilate itself momentarily. Uraimal used this voided gap to arrive at his destination.
     When Uraimal saw where his space-time fracture had dumped him, he almost lost control of his abilities and did serious damage to one Universe or more.
     Uraimal was standing on top of the Tower.
     That was impossible, even with Uraimal's total mastery of spatial relativistics. No one could reach the top of the Tower. It was endless, the levels went on and on.
     But here he was. This circle of bricks, unadorned and regular, exactly the same diameter as his own circular home, the same as Mah Juddani's. He had reached the top of the tower, with pure luck.
     Or was it fate?
     A dark, wretched voice thundered silently, YOUR PROFICIENCY IS NEGLIGIBLE. THIS PLACE WILL BE OURS. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US!
     The dark mass, amorphous and globular, sharpened a spike of pure spatial energy and detonated it in Uraimal's direction. It impacted Uraimal and was instantly negated and absorbed, feeding the fires of the glowing man's strength.
     Uraimal said calmly, “Give in. I am older than you. I am wiser than you. I know what you are, I can define you. Your existence is mine to exert my will upon.”
     The unnamed black shape thrusted a mighty explosion fork at Uraimal in protest; its total detonation force in megatons would require extensive exponential notation if described in numerical terms.
     This explosion fork was powerful enough to vaporize and effectively powder an entire galaxy.
     Uraimal simply displaced it, and filtered it at several quantum levels, using the ambient quantum foam as a strainer and sieve to dilute the spike's power. He circled it through a maze of quantum loopholes, then directed it at himself. He then absorbed it.
     Uraimal said, “I am tired of these games. It is time to end this.”
     The glowing white man, covered in markings of unimaginable colors, started to refract ambient Void energy. He coated himself in it, made it part of him, constructed a shell of pure energy. He drew upon the power of this Universe, calling upon the vast reserves of power from every point imaginable; something he had started to think he would never have to do.
     The black thing resisted. It tried firing spike after spike of pure chaotic energy at him, each one more powerful than the last. Each attempt was redirected, diluted, and absorbed automatically. Its attacks were useless.
     Uraimal drew more and more energy, becoming a beacon and locus for all kinds of power. Gravitational, gamma, X-ray, beta, alpha, magnetic, thermal, photonic, electric, and even antimatter annihilation and Dark energies were pulled in and incorporated into Uraimal's wonderful and horrifying kaleidoscope of Universal fury. He remembered the days of old, the days that were happy and simple, the days that had been ruined by the thing that was in front of him. He poured all his rage, sorrow, and regret into his ultimate charge of power, and aimed them at the black thing as well.
     The black thing felt all of this and knew that it was doomed if it didn't escape. It tried to flee by running to another pocket dimension, but found that it could not move. He had been locked in place by a matrix of magnetic and gravitational energy; the kind of barrier that holds entire Universes together. It realized that since it was impossible to move, it would start to muster a defense against what it knew was coming.
     Uraimal had charged his being with every kind of energy available in all of Existence. He tapped the souls of these great powers, and would use them to rid this realm of the creature that had destroyed everything Uraimal had cared for. He used the Souls of Magnetism and Gravity to create a bubble of force that not even a star could escape.
     He called upon the Souls of Gamma, Beta, Alpha, X-ray, and Quantum radiation. He summoned the fiery Soul of Thermal Energy, the crackling force of the Soul of Electricity, and the blinding might of the Soul of Light. The communicable and effervescent Souls of Sound and Radio Waves joined them. Finally, the mysterious and enigmatic Souls of Antimatter and Darkness reluctantly lent their strength.
     All forces unified into one burning, flashing nexus of pure cosmic fury.
     All it took was a simple, tiny push.
     All the force of the Universes cascaded and crushed in upon the darkness. The defenses it had built were completely useless against the combined mights of Existence. The Souls of Magnetism and Gravity locked the evil being in place and crushed it mercilessly, while the other Souls of Force used their power in turn to do incomprehensible and irreversible damage to the dark thing. One after another they blasted, burned, shocked, compressed, irradiated, quaked, and contorted it, rendering the Blackness helpless and defeated, on the brink of destruction.
     The Forces had spent themselves, and they left Uraimal, giving him their goodbyes and best wishes. All that was left was Uraimal, the Blackness that was holding onto life by a thread, and the impossible Top of the Tower.
     Uraimal walked over to the huddled, small, and ashen mass that was the Darkness. It was pitiful, and pathetic. It was paying its dues, and would pay the ultimate price for its transgressions against Life.
     The shining, burning man clenched his fists at the sight of it. He knelt down and addressed it. “You see now that what you have done is wrong. There will be not mercy for you; the deeds you have done have ensured your destruction. But know this. Although you tried, a long, long time ago to extinguish the fires of my people, your attempt has ultimately failed. The legend of the last of my people has haunted you for untold periods of time... and now it has finally come to pass. Let this be your final thought. I am Uraimal, the Last Defender. I will avenge the wrongs that you have done, the atrocities that you have committed. And now, death will embrace you. Farewell.”
     Uraimal snapped the fingers of his right hand, and used a small amplification algorithm to reverberate the sound, and used it to crush what was left of the Darkness. The one threat to all Universes was gone. Prophecy had come to fruition.
     Now, Uraimal, Last Defender of the People of the Light, was free of worry and anticipation. He could finally rest, and enjoy the endless years that spanned before him. Freedom was finally his, free of the guilt and terror that had plagued him for his entire life.
     Freedom. Free, and able to finally bask in the light.