「Crystal War Requiem」

"Rimfire: Aimless."

Magic shined through Metal's arm violently, releasing point-blank at Primus's chest. Heavy wind currents blast through and around the polearm, blasting Metal and Blizzard backward as the weapon drills itself through the barrier surrounding The General. Each rotation of the spear causes the shield to glow in response, and it felt heavy on Primus. A loud yell comes from the rooted Unicorn, struggling to get the lifeforms off his body.

Metal laid on the floor, body burning and fatigued, muscle tensing and relaxing, and his right arm fully bruised and bloody from magic bursting and twisting it. All he could do left is tilt his head up, seeing if his attack had any lasting effects on his brother. Watching on as the spear continues to barrels itself into the shield with a golden shine, though not as bright as the time he had used it the first time. Drilling, it had managed a crack onto the barrier. The crack traveled further and further, pushing itself deeper and deeper into Primus's torso. And ultimately, with a final spin, shattering it. Drilling itself into Primus's abdomen. Although the attack had destroyed the shield protecting him by that time, it had already lost a significant portion of its energy trying to break past it. Only left with enough power to pierce The General's torso, lodging itself into his stomach before seizing all movement.

Primus yelled out, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his body bursts into flames greater than ever before. Some of his fur and skin on the right side of his body began to melt in the process. The power struggle between the trees of「G.E.R」and Primus's violet flames was a great one, neither side seeming to give in. However, it was obvious that Giorno's life-giver ability was running dry, and the fiery infernos of dark magic were gaining an edge. Slowly but surely, incinerating off the sequoia trees, until every bark and inch of the trees were no more.

Dropping to the ground with one knee, Primus huffed as the void laughed a sinister echo,

"Ha! You prove to be a much more useful puppet than I had initially thought! How truly wonderful. Now, finish your task. General Honjo. Kill them all."

Forced along like a strung puppet, Primus's body move to the call. His arm grasping his broken sword,

"Don't -cough- call me that... M-my name... Is..Primus J-Jacket." Young Primus weakly coughed,

Primus tried to regain control of his body, yet, it felt heavy.

"Oh? Are you disobeying me?" The shadow swirled,

"I've caused enough suffering as it is, I'm no longer your General." Another laugh echoed out amongst the storms,

"Who said you had a choice to begin with?!"

A strong wave of dark magic burst around Primus, his body compelled to follow the wishes of his master. As much as Primus tried to stop himself, he couldn't help but take a step forward. A hoof at a time. Trudging in the direction of where his older brother is lying with the spear still in his stomach. Hot tears streamed down Primus's face and sizzle out due to the radiating heat around him, now understanding the feeling his brother had once felt.

He cannot do anything, only capable of watching on, as Sombra forces him to murder his older brother in front of his sick-green eyes. As he moved closer to Metal, Primus did something he hadn't done in a long time. He started to pray, pray to some god out there— pray to Princess Celestia that he could stop himself right now from harming his own brother and that he would exchange anything, even his own life, for it. But, how harsh and cruel Fate was. Cold and unanswering.

Standing above his brother, he couldn't bear to himself to face him, closing his eyes shut and turning his head away. Only for Metal's voice to gain his attention,

"Hey, Primus. Look at me."

"I-I can't."

"I want to see the face of my baby brother one last time."

Hearing this from Metal, Primus opened his tear-filled eyes and looked down, only for his brother to be giving a warm smile at him. Like how an understanding elder child would give at the innocence and naivety of their own younger sibling.

"It's alright, Primus. Sometimes, things don't go the way you want them to, and that's fine." another carefree smile plaster itself onto Metal's face,

"I don't want t-to kill you..Please... Run..." Primus cried,

"My body's too worn out, but there's something I want to tell you. Before I bite the dust." Metal paused for a breather, as he continued,

"Don't worry about me anymore. Alright? Forget about me and move on. Even if times get tough, the though will get going. Once this war is over. I want you to live a life free of bloodshed. Live a life, with no regret. Alright?"

"I-I can't live a life with no regrets when I'm about to kill you!!"

"It's alright Primus. Really."

Lifting both hands to his sword and over his head, he aims his blade downwards. Shaking violently.

"Please, run!" More tears flowed down Primus's face,

"It's better this way." Metal whispered, closing his eyes and accepting his end.

Primus used every ouch of power he had to combat the dark magic flowing through him, yet even he knew it was fruitless. Leaving him no choice, he yelled out for help.

"SOMEPONY! ANYPONY! PLEASE! SAVE HIM!!"

Answering his pleas for help, a golden hand grasps itself onto the spear. Looking on, Giorno was standing beside Primus, with「G.E.R」beside him. Bloodied and missing a right arm.

"I'll answer your wish. Primus Jacket."

Clenching his left fist and imbuing the spear lodged into Primus with life.

“「Gold Experience Requiem」!!”

Giant trees explode from it, through Primus, and out his back. The bark and trunk rooted themselves into the ground, large branches shot up, and bloomed petals of beautiful pink. Forming itself into a large Cherry Blossom Tree.

"And may you rest in peace." Giorno finishes,

Finally exerting all of his energy, he collapses onto the ground. The atmosphere seemed to have relaxed, as everybody on the scene is trying to take it in. Electricity crackled around Primus, as with a bellow, out goes all the dark magic within him. A stream of black and purple energy blast itself out of Primus and into the skies before dispersing itself in all directions. Releasing Primus from his internal prison. The whites in his eyes returning.

Yet, without any dark magic left to sustain him. Primus is now left with a fatal wound in his abdomen and a severe burn wound on his body. Spewing up blood, he couldn't help but be the one smiling now.

"T-thank...you..." Primus whispers,

Petals began to fall.

"S-sorry...Big bro.."

"Don't apologize... Please..." Metal said, head laid on the floor, struggling to tilt his head up.

Primus's eyes start to blur, seeing white. Knowing his time is nearing, he spoke,

"Big bro.. The mare in the moon... and... a dragon of all species..." Finally being able to face his brother, confusion was present upon his features,

"A General is in Manehatten...The General of The First Gate..." A cough of blood interrupts his speech, his body now turning cold.

Tilting his head up, even seeing nothing but white, he wonders if his actions so far are unredeemable.

"Dad...I'm..sorry..for..being...d-disobedient...w-will...you..ever..forgive..me?" A smile grew itself upon his face, feeling his body growing lighter and lighter,

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"Primus?" Metal called,

But there's no response.

Solitary cloud leaves dancing amongst the ripples of the starry night. Reflective of the never-ending twilight. Every journey has its final day, though it seems that the spark of the dying samurai had already fizzled out. It is but one piece set in stone for the unceasing flow of the river that is Fate. Perishing with the sword in hand, accompanied by the blossom of cherries. Here lies a Swordmaster unseen in centuries, driven by anger and regret. In his last moments, able to find peace within himself. His name was Primus Jacket, and he died with his honor intact.

「The Third Gate of Grief: General Honjo has died」