"I'm not in the mood for jokes." Aether frowned, sitting at the edge of the summit, looking at his sword replica in front of him... or at least that was what it was trying to seem as.
His sword tilted its head, confused. "What do you mean?" A cocky smile curled up on his lips. "Don't you want to use my rage?"
Aether exhaled, steam coming out of his mouth. "If you were really Voidpiercer, then I would have. But you aren't."
The figure paused, its face darkening, before suddenly bursting into laughter. The wind got louder, rougher, raging upon him; he had to dig his feet into the ground to not get carried by it.
The Abyss wiped the tear from his eye. "You are really something else, you know that. You have the guts of a Breaker, and yet your powers are not even close to that level."
...
"But you know that Voidpiercer can't help you, right?"
Aether frowned, almost mocking The Abyss. "It can, I just need to hit him once, and then I have to survive."
