A.N: Happy new year! I forgot to update

The Beast dropped Benj and the others off as close to the palace as they could get, which was just inside the inner wall. They had to trust that Benj and Skyt were strong enough to make it up there without dying. Isiah promised to keep an eye on them when he could and heal them with the powers he now had.

He had all of them, all three of them shared the five powers they had spent so long collecting. They were the Beast that was Promised, the one thing that could save the realm. Ishin waited for them, they could all see it through eyes that all three of them shared but only one of them could control.

It was surreal, being so connected with two other people, but there was so much going on that he couldn't focus on it. He wanted to, he wanted to learn all he could about the people he cared about so deeply, but there was Ishin, waiting to fight them with everything he had. The Beast had to win, for the sake of Vishera.

"Do what you need to, Isiah," Rina said, the same words Emrick had said to him earlier. "We will kill him, I'm sorry."

If he could have, he would have nodded. "I understand," he thought to them, his own voice echoing in their mind. It was what had to be done, if Teremtys was to be believed. Part of him didn't want to think about it. Emrick had told him once that he trusted too easily, but even he didn't trust Teremtys. But it was the only option and he had to go along with it, even if he hated it.

A wave of comfort washed over him. "It's going to be alright," Emrick thought to him, but the comfort he felt was a sharp contrast to what was going on beyond their little haven in their mind.

The city burned around them and if Isiah had been in his own body, he would have wept for it. They had arrived too late to save everyone, but there were still some people he could help. He pulled at the flames, drawing them towards the body of the Beast, which had currently taken the form of a man with a bull's head.

In less than a minute, all the fires in all of Ziya were out, swirling around the Beast that was Promised until they slowly dissolved away. Their body changed again, the power of fear morphing it into different monsters. They took the form of a hound and howled at the hidden moon as Ishin glared, preparing himself for the long fight.

If they wanted to save as many people as they could, they had to fight outside the city walls. As fast as they could, the Beast ran around Ziya, standing in the body-littered fields outside. Ishin, who had been tramping through the city let out a noise akin to a laugh and followed.

There was no time for Isiah to dwell on how strange it was to face his God again, Ishin was running for them, flames spilling from the tips of his fingers. Their whole body tensed, Rina and Emrick ready to fight together. The two massive bodies collided with a noise that would have made Isiah's ears ache if he'd still had them.

Before he could stop himself, Isiah tapped into the strength magic and all three of them flung Ishin off them, watching him roll across the snow. It had been instinct, a desperate need to survive and a side effect of being so closely connected to the other souls of the Beast. He needed to focus on another power while the other two did what was needed for the safety of the realm.

The slightest brush against the healing power Rina had given them showed all the injuries in Ziya. There were so many and he didn't know who he was supposed to heal. He could only see up to the inner wall; they were too far away for him to see anyone else, but there were still thousands of people lying in the street, waiting to die. If he healed them, would they not just get up and kill each other all over again?

There wasn't time to think. Ishin stood and bellowed at them, throwing his arms wide. Fire rained down upon them, a constant barrage of heat he knew should have been there, but couldn't feel. All three of them moved at once, accessing Isiah's memory of the last time he had faced off against the God. They threw the flames back at him, half of it thrown up to the sky by Isiah's panic. It did nothing, just absorbed back into Ishin's raging body. They couldn't fight fire with fire.

So they ran for him, bounding across the field. Ishin waited for them, something like a smirk on his featureless face, and readied himself. At the last moment, the Beast changed again, the swirling mass of colours shifting from the form of a hound to that of a creature Isiah had never seen before, but could see clearly in Emrick's thoughts. A gryphon, a creature from myths and stories, real from the power of fear.

They pounced, their change taking Ishin by surprise. He fell with an enraged cry, pinned under the massive paws of the Beast. They'd never expected the flames that made up his body to be solid, but they pushed down hard and Ishin sunk into the snow and dirt. He roared again Isiah, stuck in the back of the Beast's mind, trembled. He was doing nothing, saving no one, because he didn't know what to do.

But his panic only served to distract the other two, their bond far too strong and far too new for them to manage properly. Their strength let up for a fraction of a second and it was enough for Ishin and his snarling face to reach up behind them and rip off one of the gryphon's wings. It took them a second of believing that it was only an illusion for the pain to kick in. All three of them screamed, their form changing erratically as they jolted back. It burned, it burned so much, he'd never felt such awful pain before. Somewhere within them, Rina and Emrick were reliving the times they'd come close to death.

Isiah was the only one of them who could do anything. He changed them into a drake, but the wing was still missing, even if there was no blood. The pain was almost too much, but he could fix it. The ability to heal became his in an instant and he fixed up their missing wing before flying them high into the clouds to catch their breath.

"Are you alright?" he asked them, trying to send something soothing their way.

There was a long moment where neither of them said anything, as if they were catching breaths they no longer had. "Aye," Emrick whispered. "Thank you. I should have been-"

"No, I should have been paying attention," Rina interrupted, her faraway voice still and serious. He could see into her memories, her childhood, everything. The same with Emrick. If they had been in any other situation, he would have considered it an invasion of privacy, but there was something intimate about it.

He took himself away from their thoughts. "It was me that distracted you," he told them. "But it doesn't matter now. We need to get back down there."

After a second to gather their thoughts, they dove back through the clouds. From peaceful silence to chaos once again, Isiah grabbed ahold of the green streams of magic within them, focusing on those who were injured. He would fix them all, it didn't matter who it was. All the ones he could sense in the outer half of the city, he would breathe life into again.

Ishin waited for them below and the second their tiny form appeared from between the clouds, a neverending bombardment of fireballs flew their way. Emrick was the one to catch them and take them in, while Isiah healed the burns they created. They dove for Ishin and halfway down to the ground, Rina changed them back into the form of the massive hound, all sharp teeth and claws. They landed with a thud on the ground, kicking up snow and dirt.

Nearby, Ziya was in ruin, but Isiah could fix it. He healed everyone he could sense, the magic dancing for person to person like one of the Warriors of Ziya. Orvo and Benj were tending to an injured Skyt, who was missing his arm. In an instant, it was back and the three of them were staring at the tangle of colours the three of them had become. Then they ran down another street and were lost from Isiah's field of vision.

All the while, the Beast lunged for Ishin, swiping and tearing at him. He didn't bleed when he was cut, but flames seeped from his wounds, smoke rising into the air. Every wound Ishin inflicted on them, cuts, bruises, removals of limbs, Isiah healed it in an instant as if it were nothing. They were so strong, so powerful together, nothing could stop them, not even Ishin. But it wasn't just Ishin they were supposed to stop, it was the entire war and in the heat of the final battle, he had no idea how they were supposed to do it.

Every second, fire spread across the city or people were injured by the raging battle. Isiah healed them as quickly as he could while trying to concentrate on the Beast's situation. Ishin lunged for them, pinning them to the ground so hard that the vibration echoed within them. The God sneered down at them as if he had won and before any of them could react, Ishin's fiery hand plunged into their chest, breaking them open. He reached within them as they screamed, searching for them to pull them from their bond.

Teremtys hadn't told them what could kill them but it was safe to assume that if Ishin ripped them from each other, it would end everything. As fast as he could, Isiah healed the damage that was done, while Emrick and Rina concentrated on pulling the arm from their chest. Arms sprouted from their sides as they shifted into the form of a person, six arms ready to help as best they could. Instead of pulling the arm out, they gripped onto the wrist and elbow, twisting and pulling.

By the time Ishin realised what they were doing, it was too late. His arm came off with an awful ripping sound as Emrick pulled on the flames. They flew up into the air, the limb disappearing and the wound available for Isiah to heal. Ishin reeled back with a roar of pain and anger, allowing the Beast to stand once again. Emrick and Rina knew what they needed to do but seeing it shared between them made Isiah want to run.

"We have to, I'm sorry," Emrick said but it was obvious that he didn't understand.

"I know," he replied. There was nothing else to say. They would defeat Ishin and he would stop the war, the thing he had thought he'd been born to do.

But he didn't know how. All he could do was stop Harudan, but that wouldn't stop future wars, when the Beast wasn't there to help. He had to prevent future wars as best he could with the limited time he had. His thinking was cut short as Ishin, missing an arm, ran towards them again. Rina didn't let him near them, swinging two of the arms wide to knock him onto his back again. Over and over again, they came together, fighting with fists instead of flames. It was easier to stay standing with Ishin missing an arm, but Isiah constantly had to fix their injuries.

They didn't get tired, not when they didn't have a real body, but all three of them wanted it to be over. Ishin knocked them to the ground again with a well-timed kick, but they crawled back to their feet again quickly. Ishin was upon them immediately, grappling with them. "You would save a corrupt world?" he roared.

"Of course," the Beast that was Promised said, their voice a combination of the three people within. "It is not supposed to be perfect."

The Beast's hand wrapped around Ishin's neck and the God roared. He tried to attack them, but the other arms stopped him from moving. It was the end, but there was still more to do. Each arm pulled and the three of them ignored the pained screams from Ishin, no matter how awful it all was. It was brutal, but it was the only permanent solution that they could think of.

Ishin had never been a match for them and at the last second, he seemed to realise, succumbing to them. With one final tug, his other arm was ripped and a second later, his head went too. Then there was only silence as the flames drifted towards the sky, slow and gentle. Ishin's eyes were the last to go, the dark holes never leaving them even as he floated towards the clouds.

The Beast didn't lower their arms until he disappeared. It was silent in their mind, as if he were the only one left in there. Everything was over, Ishin was gone. But that wasn't completely true; the battle still raged and in that moment, Isiah knew how he could save them all.

The creation stone, the final power any of them had yet to use, it was the only solution. "Do it," Emrick and Rina whispered. "It's the only way."

There had to be other ways, but he didn't know enough about the creative power to figure it out. The purple stream of magic, part of the colour that made up the Beast, swirled with joy when he grabbed at it. All three of them put their minds out, stretching and stretching until they reached the border between Minisia and Brenmar, an invisible line that had caused so many problems. By making it physical, he would erase those problems.

And that was exactly what he did. He created a real border, a faint purple sheen in the air that only those with pure intentions could cross. No evil Kings, no would-be murderers, no armies, no violence between the Askari and Ishini, just peace. It stretched across Vishera, from the Neverending Sea in the north to the cliffs and beyond in the south. There was no gap, no chink in the armour. If anyone wanted to cross the border to hurt someone on the other side, they would not be allowed through.

That was his solution, as childish as it seemed, but it was all he could do at the moment. With it in place, a permanent fixture until he decided to change it, the three of them came back to themselves. The Beast still stood in the field before Ziya, but the battle had stopped. Both armies still stood in the city, those of them still alive completely healed, but none of them fought. Instead, they stared at the being in the field before them, too shocked and scared to move.

"Now what?" Rina asked. "Did you feel Harudan in there?"

"No," Isiah replied and there was a tense silence in their shared mind. "Do you think..."

For a second, neither of them said anything. "If he was anywhere, it would be at the palace. He hadn't been with Ishin," Emrick said.

In silent agreement, they shifted to the form of a drake and flew towards the palace. With it all over, there was an airy feeling in the shared mind. He allowed himself to explore, feeling the other two flying through his memories as well. He saw Emrick's life in Huton, Rina's childhood as a young boy and a young girl, Emrick meeting Turian and living with him, Rina's training as a Warrior and a Queen. He saw it all, loved it all, none of it changing what he thought of them. It brought them closer, made them a real Beast, one that would never be separated.

They flew through the open doors of the palace and up the stairs, Rina's knowledge of the palace guiding them. Bodies were strewn about the floor, people who had died before he'd gotten a chance to heal them. None of them paid any attention to them, focusing only on Harudan and his whereabouts. If he had been sent back to Ishmar, then they'd never have to kill him because he would never be able to wage war on Minisia again.

The Beast froze when they entered the throne room in the form of a drake ten times the size of a normal one. On the floor was Harudan, a pool of blood around him. Standing above him with a blood-stained sword was a man Isiah knew from Rina's memories. On his knees at his side was a young face none of them ever expected to see.