Before long, the gigantic Moogle was nearly before the Crystal of Fire in the 3rd District. In spite of all of the attacks hitting him from every directions, it seemed as though nothing could stop him. But as the crossing streams exploded, a gigantic and terrifying "KUPO" could be heard resonating throughout the entire city. Soon the light of the explosion finally faded, and for an instant it looked as though the king was intact. Even worse, his smile was more terrifying and wide than ever as he looked down at the Heroes of Light before him.
But before long, another explosion occurred. All those who had been attacking the wicked Moogle at this very moment would be sent flying back due of the shock-wave, just as the gigantic creature flied higher than ever above the city. And finally, a third and final. At the very instant the gigantic creature exploded, all the possessed Heroes of Light froze, perfectly still.
And around the Crystal of Fire, Cloud and the Eleven Moogles fell down. Thankfully, Cloud was still alive and he would just be slightly out of it. But much to his dismay, he would remember everything he had gone through. Maybe someone should take pity and give him proper clothes. The Eleven Moogles fared far worse on their end, and were all on death's doorsteps.
"Looks like... The... Thirteen Moogles... Are losing again..."
The Red Mage moogle spoke before dying, the other moogles soon following him. At last, Mogespeare fell down from the sky as well, barely alive as he laid next to Cloud.
"We... Shalt... Beest... Backeth...!"
And with these last words, the last of the eleven Moogles died. The possessed Heroes of Light all immediately turned back into Crystal and the ghosts that had been haunting the city disappeared within an instant. With King Moogle Mog XIV defeated, Mograma imprisoned, Mogespeare and the other ten Moogles dead... Finally, it was the end of the Thirteen Moogles and their curse.
The Night of the Thirteen Moogles || Conclusion
But before long, another explosion occurred. All those who had been attacking the wicked Moogle at this very moment would be sent flying back due of the shock-wave, just as the gigantic creature flied higher than ever above the city. And finally, a third and final. At the very instant the gigantic creature exploded, all the possessed Heroes of Light froze, perfectly still.
And around the Crystal of Fire, Cloud and the Eleven Moogles fell down. Thankfully, Cloud was still alive and he would just be slightly out of it. But much to his dismay, he would remember everything he had gone through. Maybe someone should take pity and give him proper clothes. The Eleven Moogles fared far worse on their end, and were all on death's doorsteps.
"Looks like... The... Thirteen Moogles... Are losing again..."
The Red Mage moogle spoke before dying, the other moogles soon following him. At last, Mogespeare fell down from the sky as well, barely alive as he laid next to Cloud.
"We... Shalt... Beest... Backeth...!"
And with these last words, the last of the eleven Moogles died. The possessed Heroes of Light all immediately turned back into Crystal and the ghosts that had been haunting the city disappeared within an instant. With King Moogle Mog XIV defeated, Mograma imprisoned, Mogespeare and the other ten Moogles dead... Finally, it was the end of the Thirteen Moogles and their curse.