At the Precipice

They were at the exit when Cloud saw him. He hit the brake immediately, trying to use the loyal cycle one last time as a weapon to vanquish ... him. To vanquish Sephiroth. The plucky truck stopped behind them, one of its tires flat. Cloud stalked at his rival, sword out.

"Don't," Aerith said. Then her eyes narrowed as she peered as Sephiroth. "And you... You're wrong."

The silver-haired stud smirked, looking at Aerith. "Those who look with clouded eyes see nothing but shadows." Aerith shook her head.

"Everything about you is wrong."

"All born are bound to her. Should this world be unmade, so too shall her children."

"The world won't end today. But you…" Cloud said, tired of the psychobabble. He pulled out the Buster sword. "You will."

The whisper tornado around the Shinra building was reaching a critical point, the building starting to show signs of damage as they swirled around violently.

"Look," Sephiroth said, a rift appearing, a light-filled rift so bright Cloud couldn't perceive what was on the other side. "Destiny comes."