"𝙄’𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠." [𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎𝚛] #MVRP #DCRP #KyleRayner

directed toward the ancient creature. "You picked the wrong heart to try to extinguish."

The plague-filled smog shrieked beneath the collision as it burned away, stripped apart beneath life, hope, and love functioning in unison. The Lantern drove his fist forward, and the lighthouse discharged its accumulated power in a concentrated surge ➤

Its rotating lens gathered the green, blue, and violet energies surrounding him, concentrating their combined radiance into a singular incandescent point. The Lich’s black magic collided with the lighthouse beam. White radiance erupted throughout the chamber. ➤

"I think you’re afraid of what happens when someone looks at all that death you carry… and still finds a reason to live." A monumental construct manifested behind Kyle, assuming the form of an immense lighthouse stretching toward the chamber’s ceiling. ➤

"You felt it, didn’t you? That’s why you attacked before I could understand what was happening." The ring’s brilliance shifted once more. Every color condensed toward its center until a narrow corona of white radiance emerged around the Green Lantern insignia. ➤

long believing nobody can prove them wrong." Violet radiance intensified around his heart. Blue light flowed through the fractures within his aura, restoring them as rapidly as the Lich’s corruption attempted to propagate before he ascended into the air. ➤

forcing the death-laden smoke away from his body. His wounds remained, though his trembling hand gradually closed into a fist as he pulled himself from the crater. "You keep calling everything inevitable. That’s usually what people say when they’ve spent too ➤

Because he had loved her. Because even after everything taken from him, he had continued discovering people worth protecting. Violet followed along its edges before blue did. The colors spiraled around Kyle in intertwined bands, burning the plague from his uniform and ➤

It reached toward every memory of loss Kyle carried, attempting to hollow them into despair until even Alex’s face became another instrument of suffering. He lowered his head. He then remembered precisely why her memory continued to hurt. Because she had mattered. ➤