The Pillar has since perished. The pain has been great for many. The fight
has been long. Many have suffered. Many have sacrificed their lives.
The Magic Knights themselves, slaying the one they had expected to save, shed their own
tears before departure back to their world.
Now, as if also mourning, the Land of the Will has been slowly tearing itself apart, reducing itself to eventual nothingness, unsupported by a Pillar's voice.
The Pillar system itself, however, is unaware of this, and patiently waits. It does not hear the screams of the weeping or know of the souls of the ones who have passed on fighting for their beliefs.
It waits...
Other places have also heard of this sudden drastic change in Cephiro, and have come with their own wishes and technology to claim the Pillar for themselves. Thus, times are chaotic.
Little has anyone known now that there is something beyond their sight, yet has been with them all along throughout this time of agony.
It is a presence that has yet to reveal itself, yet has been within many since the universe was born.
Something that can give one great power, great sorrow, or great pain.
Hate. Despair. Disbelief. This only feeds it.
It....She..has not only been waiting....but growing....and preparing.
Feeding...living once again.
Beyond the normal dimensions of Cephiro, a being with great power has been biding her time...and is finally ready to emerge.
Her arrival shall cause great grief not only to Cephiro, but to any worlds or beings she comes across. This is her main purpose for manifesting herself and giving herself life.
Her name...is Debonair.
A time of intense pain and loss is coming.
And her time is now.....