Xion, in a final breath within the death of his universe, casts a spell.

A spell so powerful that only the most experienced planeswalkers know. "Upon my death, life will begin again, anew." Xion dies, and the entire world collapses.

Xion is now floating...in nothingness. White surrounds him. "I did it." Xion whispers to himself. "I've finally done it." Xion looks around and sees Malta, Diesel, and Tia, just floating. "They came with." Xion looks around again and notices a few other beings, far off in the distance.


Xion just cast "Planal Ruin" which destroys everything, including his own plane. Powerful stuff, yes, but this just creates a tear in the fabric and it will later mend itself.

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"So, our story ends, with a new one to begin. Time heals all wounds, and these wounds have healed immensely." Xion, now aged immensely, closes his book and looks up. His two children smile.

"Wow, daddy. That's a good story!" they say to him.

"Now, it's quite late. I think it's time for you to go to bed!" Xion says. The two children scamper off, and Xion puts his book away. "Hon?" Xion says, poking his head into the other room. His Vieran wife looks up and goes over to him.

"Did you send the children to bed?" She says, and Xion nods.




Time heals all wounds, and this story has finished.