A Test of Writing

"This is my final move, I will put all of it into this one move. My life. My soul. My existence. I stake it on this." She said as The Root within her being that flooded it with magic, her soul gleaming as Akasha grants the girl her wish. This was it. The move that would decide everything.

One strike.

The future. No. Reality itself staked upon this one moment in time.

She closed her eyes, stepping with her left leg she extended out her right arm, hand pointed out. She inhaled, chest rising as magic flowed through her, the magical circuits tracing from the tips of her fingers up along her arm and through her body. Silvery white aura swirled through and around her, grey jacket fluttered in the aura generated wind as long auburn brown hair swayed and billowed in the swirling energy that danced.

"Command Seal Release." She uttered as the swirling aura erupted and outlined her body. She could feel the familiar dull burn deep within her core, the flaring swell of mana burning through her as her eyes opened, revealing a swirling mix of silvers, golden yellows and blues. "Trace..." She began as her auburn hair flashed an ash white, flames bursting off her body before a set of cat ears and tails flickered. The symbol of yin and yang shifted into existence and merged, rotating as it dispersed.

a sword soon began to materialize, a long, metal like blade without a hilt, handle, or guard forged itself into existence as cloth wrapped around where the handle would be as flames roared into existence and consumed it. She grabbed the blade by the wrapped cloth and pulled it as the ground scorched itself and erupted in magma as the Sword of Creation was drawn, the culmination of past lives forged into a single blade. The weapon rough, raw, jagged cutting edge.

The cloth wrapping forming itself around her her hand which held the blade and up her arm, the cloth stretching and forming, bandaging the arm and her torso as the power coursed through her. "This... Is the result of my ascension. The Blade of Creation, The Sword of Origin. I will use it to cut out your existence and rid you from the world. She prepared her stance, pulling the blade at head height and beside her, the pointed tip poised and ready. "Come now, ye black beast of the end... And taste the bite of my sword."

The massive towering demigod laughed at the mortal woman's final attempt as he formed the Blade of Ruination, jagged, warped blackened steel soaked in the blood of the damned and dead worlds. The beast prepared himself as well, swinging the blade down. In this one moment, she felt free. Light. *Liberated*. Her feet pushed off the ground, a blur as she evaded the strike and dashed up the blade.  "Void Formation - Secret Form: Slaying Evil..." She whispered as all sound silenced itself as she swung, the two becoming but silhouettes amidst a background of white, time drifting as it a rolling film strip as her blade cut through the Beast of the End, through time. Existence. Causality and reality. "Sound followed once more as she stood with her blade out amidst a flower field and blue skies, those who had fallen finding themselves waking as if from a bad dream.

Upon seeing the demon fall and break into dust they cheered, their stake on the future worked.

Their savior remained motionless, still in her final strike, the culmination of Akasha's power allowing her to draw out the full power of her past selves burned out her very soul. She had become nothing more than an empty shell the strike that saved their reality forever immortalized in her final moment.