In this form he had no heart, but if he did, it would be beating rapidly. Trying to calm himself down, Nero cursed what… What the hell is going on? He did what he thought was letting out a sigh. And lifted his smokey human head and took in his surroundings. He was floating in the middle of the two castles. He couldn't see anything inside them; they were made up completely of their respective elements. But at the same moment as he was looking, two forms shot of each castle draped in the same elements as the split castles themselves. When they clashed, it sent a shock wave through the whole mysterious realm. But the waves didn't stop; they only intensified and grew longer but also came faster and faster. Every shock wave felt like a ripple in time as much as it felt like the aftermath of two forces clashing. Soon the shock waves slowed and grew weaker and weaker, until they stopped completely. And the area around Nero was ravaged; both of the split castles were utterly destroyed. And in the middle of all this chaos, the two figures kneeled in front of one another. Now that they were still, Nero could see them clearly; they were formless and vaguely human-shaped just like him. There were only two differences between him and them, and it was that one was made up of complete darkness and the other of radiant white. And thee other difference that both of them shared was the matching colored crowns floating above their heads. Nero's formless and colorless shape stared at them. And at the same moment, the two figures turned to stare at him as well. Seemingly becoming aware of his presence. Nero rallied back from their gaze, but unexpectedly the two figures raised their hands. And then the world pulled him closer to them until he stood over their kneeling forms, and their outstretched hands. Fear and confusion were grasping Nero right now… but more than that, curiosity had the biggest hold on him right now. Who were these two mysterious rulers, and why was he seeing them? Their hands didn't look so menacing up close. It was almost like they wanted help from him. They wanted him to choose the victor of this battle…you?... you want my help? Nero was stunned. He was frozen in his mind, questioning the event before him and also choosing the answer it awaited from him. But then something clicked… an answer appeared in his mind. Why should I pick? Why should I help? No…no, I know the answer. If Nero's formless head had a face, the two figures before him. They would have seen a grin. I'll be the one to win this battle. You need my help, but you won't get it. I've never asked nor been offered help once in my life. So no…I'll take your crowns for myself, I'll take your power and your castles, I'll take them all, I'll take IT all. And rule them both for myself.