The Catalyst's End

The Catalyst’s End
- An impervious crown -

Now, everything the world has known is dead and gone, taken away by the iniquity of the Creator and the boundless power of the Corruption. There is nothing left to behold, aside from the Catalyst, the Lords and the One-Above-All.

Nonetheless, the battle rages on. The almighty Creator, now having fully repossessed its strength, is unattainable.

Helped by the eight Lords, the Catalyst fiercely struggles to fend off his indomitable opponent.

The Corruption, relentless, continues its devastating journey, twisting worlds asunder all around the battle grounds. Instability and disarray rule supreme, ripping and tearing through the fragile balance of dimensions : as the Creator was the beginning of it all, He shall be the end.

A lawlessness battle, a barrage of unpredictable spells erupting from the Great Architect, determined to wipe out everything He ever created.

Such a disastrous quirk never could have been imagined by the Lords.

The universe is no more, and so is the Catalyst. The prodigal man, proclaimed by the Lords as a savior, ultimately failed, facing his final atonement.

Cataclysmic storms came from beyond the skies
Shafts of light arose from the horizon
Striking their eyes, let them be crucified
Deep in their mind, they knew I’d prevail

Bend the knee before me, I shatter this unity
To send those deities into forlorn nihility

Prostrate the stars with abysmal screams
Release my spleen, your wardens collapsing
Your feeble frame will face oblivion
I am peerless, and I will cast you down!

This is the meaning of the end
A vast bottomless hole where they fall
The emptiness will be their final land
Hear your screams crashing on the wall

Destroying your plan by my hand
Now cue the horns, embrace your fate
I draw chaos upon the Eight
Consider the Catalyst’s end!

Can you feel the chthonian heat of the Earth?
Can you hear the celestial bells chiming your demise?
Outstanding symbol of an aborted birth
Of a perfect realm you couldn’t reach

Watch those dreamless pawns being annihilated
And contemplate the prodigal child dying

Now, burn my rage
The brim of this age
Crown back my reign
May we suffer until the end!