Rosalyn staggered away from Germaine as Valkyr rushed in and attacked him with furious blows.
Recompiling data... Omega's voice droned in her head quietly.
"Ugh, do that some other time!" Rosalyn shouted, but her words could not be heard over the explosion that Valkyr had created. After the hellfire cleared Germaine was no longer there. Rosalyn looked around, expecting an attack from any direction.
The sound of metal hitting the ground was almost enough to make Rosalyn jump, but its origin was more surprising. Valkyr's claw weapon had fallen apart and the metal degredated into nothing but a fine sand. Linear's polearm was the next to go.
"What's happening?" Rosalyn asked.
"It looks like we're putting too much strain on the weapons," Volt'aire replied. "Biotechnological parts are hard to work with and in small structures such as these many of the self repairing properties have to be abandoned."
Rosalyn sighed. Despite the Zilart's answer she was beginning to worry about just what the side effects of the weapons he created could be. She didn't have much time to worry, however. Germaine had just reappeared out of the shadows limping and injured heavily.
"I have had enough of these games," the demon said quietly. "It is time to open the Gates to Paradise! I will go to Al'Hazard!" Germaine raised his hand to the air and the Blue Soul gripped tightly in his fist released a shockwave of energy. The very fabric of time and space began to distort around him as a slice in reality appeared, slowly at first, and widened outward into a doorway.
Though her view was not clear due to the powerful winds she was struggling against, Rosalyn could barely see some world through the gateway. High towers made of metal and glass shimmering in the glow of an orange sunset. No such structures existed in Vana'diel. Whatever this paradise was that Germaine had sought was not a part of this world.
"Behold! Al'Hazard! There once lived an ancient civilization that was more advanced than any on this pitiful planet! They grew so advanced that their creations lead to their own demise! Ancient machinery and magic of unknown potential, lost to the ages, and it will all be mine!" As Germaine yelled and howled the doorway opened up larger and the winds grew stronger. Rosalyn found herself being pushed back a few ilms by it and had to grab onto a nearby pillar to resist it. "And once I collect it all, I will march on this world and every other with my army of immortal souls! I will lay waste to the universe and all shall know my glory, and all shall know disp-"
Germaine's words were cut short as an arc of energy lanced outward from the Blue Soul and to the edges of the portal. The fracture along the surface of the gem increased in size and depth and a red haze began to fill the air.
"This isn't possible!" Germaine screamed. "This soul, it is not human! It is...!"
As the winds reached their peak of strength the image of a young boy appeared. His long red hair was motionless in the storm, it was as if he really wasn't there. He opened his cold, silver colored eyes and looked straight at Rosalyn. "I have done what I could," he said quietly, but his voice could still be heard over the tempest. "One million souls, once thought to be lost forever, now rising up against the force that binds them. The Blue Soul will not last much longer. But it cannot be destroyed from the inside. Consider this my last act of intervention."
There was another large shockwave and the image of Shinryuu was gone. The gateway slammed shut and the resulting force knocked Rosalyn and the rest of the group clear off their feet. Rosalyn stood up slowly from the pile they had all landed in, her keffiyeh had been blown clear off her head by the last blast. She sorely moved her red bangs from in front of her eyes and decided it wasn't the right time to try and fix her hair. Something in the back of her mind said something wasn't right, but the immediate danger at hand quieted the little voice. As her friends climbed back to their feet, Rosalyn noticed that the rest of the biotech weapons had been destroyed, all save for the one in her hand.
Compressing data... Ultima's voice droned in the back of her head. Rosalyn shook it away and looked up to see St.Germaine.
He was still standing where he had been, clutching the broken Blue Soul in his hand still. "No..... I was so close.... so close to Paradise..." his attention shifted to the adventurers. "You will all pay for what you have done!" St.Germaine raised the Blue Soul into the air, and then slammed it into his chest. Sparks of energy lances around him and he collapsed to his knees as the energy consumed him. The ground began to shake and millenia of dust fell around them.
"This isn't good," Volt'aire said with a wince, "He's drained a large portion of the energy from the crystal below us. I don't think the island will be staying afloat much longer."
"I think we've got worse things to worry about right now," Locke commented, "The island can fall all it wants, no nevermind to us. Won't matter if we're dead before it hits the ground."
"I agree," Rosalyn said solemnly.
St.Germaine's body began to convulse and his back arced sickeningly, far beyond any body should bend. He let out a deathly scream and his body stretched and wrapped in around itself. The blue glow from the gem let out a flash and a black mass erupted upward. Rosalyn caught a glimpse of something large and feathered as it slammed through the roof and out into the clear day sky.
To be forgotten is worse than death.