Misery and war eternally plaguing the human realm, the actions from one damning innumerable. An entity shattering the cycle, her sentiments throughout time. Continuously pushing forward, shouting her soul. Her feverish emotions, those never ending conflicts. Numerous combatting one another, believing in their direction, their common hearts. This binding them together, their souls reaching for the vast sky. Pain guiding the way, another following this path. Night bathing the scene, the bleeding moon shining down its light.

The chilling wind in the dusk, an airship flying along. Active machines, its white walls inside. Some individuals walking by, their words to one another. A man in his room, standing in front of the mirror. His ashen hair, those fiery eyes. A white coat on him, his black shirt and jeans. Flames scarring his mind, losing half his body. A terrible event not stopping him, his heart of a hero. One in his mind, his purpose to push onward. Efforts over his years, riding along an endless stream. Holding onto his past memories, these dreadful feeling. Empowerment in his sorrow, his burning soul.

"Iconoclast...it will not be long now, I am coming for you..." Angrily punching the wall.

A haunting event, someone never able to forget it. His route over his years, becoming the first Defender of Midgard. Many learning of him, his powerful resolve washing over them. Believing in him, his reason to proceed. Hatred inside of him, a difference from the public. Containing this, searching for his target. Saving countless lives, laughter's ringing in his head. A promise from old, taking out a locket. Opening it, a picture of two. His wife and daughter, these two no more. Gazing at his kid, a child the age of six, this happy girl. Shifting his attention to his wife, her bright smile.

Days long ago, the crimson moon shining below. Bodies piling the road, screams in the air, sounding tears. The cracking land, loud assaults. Ringing explosions, that man there. His white coat and red shirt, a long blue jeans on him. Protecting those close to him, defending others. His wife and child with him, the woman holding her daughter close. Her flowing crimson hair, those violet eyes. Her blue top, a red pants below. A kid reflecting her mother, a yellow dress on her. Approaching enemies, the man striking them down. One after the next, this dire situation.

"Daddy!" the crying girl.

"It is okay, so long as I am here, you will have nothing to fear." Assuring her.

A soul sinking into the depths, despair at his core. These clinging emotions, everything slipping from his hands. His current state, a way to continue his work while searching for another. Believing in his course, his tormenting sentiments. Gazing at pictures from the past, tightly clenching the locket. Lowering his head, his agonizing sigh. Slightly looking to his side, shortly closing the item. Putting it away, the man turning in for the night. The following morning, this person finding himself in the headquarters. Many sitting around computers on the ends, an object ahead projecting a ruin.

"Azim, it is with good news that we have located the Iconoclast's position." A man in his thirties holding his hands behind his back.

This leader in front of him, his black hair and armor. Working with these people, following their guidance. Their hard efforts, those making him into a cyborg. Everything towards his deepest desire, yearning for justice for his family. Carrying it out for others, a soul shining in the black abyss. Someone enduring his harsh actuality, running down its endless direction. Screaming out, wishing for his past. A message to his attention, Azim's serious gaze. Listening to the man, gathering information for the upcoming mission.

"This is the moment you have been waiting for, Defender of Midgard. I would suggest getting in close, and starting off with a surprise. Other than this, you will have to use your skills to get by." Gesturing his hand to the hero.

"Sounds like the usual. It matters not, I do not plan to let the Iconoclast live another day." That cyborg's hands in his coat pockets.

"Very well, you may leave at any time." The leader turning away.

Guiding many hearts, leading them in conflicting times. Protecting their lives, having his own desire inside. Wishing for justice for his family, never forgetting a horrific night. The hero standing there, glancing from one direction to the next. Some attention on him, not paying it much mind. Facing away from them, heading on his way. That leader's vision onward, a plan falling into place. A weapon going out into battle, everything leading to this moment, a man reaching for what is within.

"Defender of Midgard, Iconoclast. This is an opportunity that cannot be passed up, to eliminate both of you." His calm voice.

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Those in this actuality, leading their own direction towards tomorrow. Numerous possibilities existing, trying to command the board, forcing ahead in their path. Trampling on others, a man concealing information. Using pieces in his hands, a valuable one with him. A hero coming into reality, growing stronger over the passing time.

That cyborg eventually finding himself below, the blowing dust in the wind. Old structures around, pieces scattering on the ground. This ruinous area, the sunlight bathing the field. His vision ahead, his target walking from one end to the next. Her long gold hair, tying at the end with a velvet ribbon. Her crimson eyes, this enemy to all. Her white coat reaching down, a dark top and short black jeans on her.

"There you are, a perfect opportunity to end this..." His serious gaze.

Waiting a long time, searching for her high and low. That devil in front of him, his boiling emotions. Containing these feelings, heading forward. Walking down his path of despair, his past to his mind. Light no longer along his way, pushing onward in his sorrow. Pressing ahead with his beliefs, defending countless. A task before him, his determination to complete it. Arriving at a structure, his eyes on it. Placing his hands in his coat pockets, glancing to her. The young woman positioning her arms in a thinking posture, noting the ancient writing.

"What brings you all the way out here?" His mild tone.

Sticking to his plan, yet wondering on her reason in this place. A strange individual, someone bringing demise. A demon damning innumerable, unleashing what is inside, shouting her soul. An abomination of an existence, her feverish path. Eternally branding her voice into history, those learning of her. Fearing to enrage her, many refusing to act. This sickening the hero, a man wanting to free them from this torment. Seeking after his own desire as well, these aligning sentiments. The devil writing down some notes, shortly glancing to the hero.

"I hope that within the past, that I might find something to help advance my research into medicine. Right now, it has come a long way. However, with developing diseases, it is only a matter of time before it is outdated." Her hand to her chin, concern from her eyes.

"Ah, it is true that within the past, there can be answers." The man gazing at the structure ahead.

Different shades of life, those pushing onward in their own direction. Their clashing ideals, each with their methods to go forward. This enemy to everyone, someone desiring to assist others. A weird occurrence, the hero acknowledging her sentiment. A man unable to overlook her damage, his burning emotions. His eyes on the object ahead, flames scarring it. Observing the area around him, a similar pattern to a horrific night, his shaking hands.

The crimson moon shining down, cursing those in its path. The land in shambles, bodies piling the road. Sounding explosions, flames engulfing the area. A hero amongst many, blood streaming down his body. Protecting his family, attempting to defend others in the process. The never stopping assaults, an enemy before him, their heavy armor.

Charging at the person, rendering his palm into the center. That one's wide smile, unease from Azim. The reacting armor, this violently releasing energy. Fire bursting through, blasting him away, sweeping over the area. Many screaming, the man weakly on the ground. His severe injuries, unable to act. Desperately trying to do so, reaching for his family. Hearing their shrills, flames tearing away at them.

His plaguing memories, everything linking to the one next to him. His deep anger, countless no more, ruin in her presence. That bleeding moon signaling her, an object forever in the dusk. Despising it, a constant reminder of his failure. Someone an inch within his life, others finding him, revealing the reason for the disaster. Making his decision, choosing to remodel his body. Taking to the field again, his never dying heart. Remembering his pain, this serving him to go forward. His vision slightly to her, refusing to accept her words.

"Admirable, but what purpose does it serve to the enemy of all?" glaring at her.

Not holding back anymore, his moment to act. His unending rage, finally confronting this person. His burning soul, opposing his enemies, believing in his path. That demon next to him, the highest criminal. Needing to surpass her, a man rising from the ashes for his chance. Everything to this point, his feverish heart.

The cautious young woman, both facing the other. The flowing breeze against them, a constantly turning wheel. From above, a massive vessel moving in. One spanning wide, five others around it. Awaiting their opportunity, that leader readying the weapons. Locking onto them, not acting yet. Two from afar below, carefully watching the other.

"I am the first Defender of Midgard, Azim. Today Iconoclast is when your life ends." Sharply looking at her.

"Answer me this, why have you chosen this path?" standing on her side, her serious vision.

"It might be small, but even if it is just a bit. It means families can fear less, they can lose less. That fire that took half my body, those many I was unable to save. My family that is no more, it was your doing." Anger in his voice.

"I have been rather inactive for a long time, maybe you have me mixed up." Folding her arms.

Not believing her, knowing her reputation. A fierce individual, one able to bring ruin to the worlds. Shortly reaching into his pocket, taking out a photo, this to her attention. Tossing it to her, that image traveling in the wind. Extending her hand, grabbing it. Holding it to her view, seeing the dreadful fire. Bodies around, that devil standing there. Thinking back, recognizing the occurrence. A horrid event, her stance to limit her power. Someone wanting normalcy, that person ahead losing much. Soon casting the picture back to him, the man catching it. Azim placing it away, his eyes on her.

"I remember now, I was passing by this night." Sadly looking to her side.

"Passing by? Am I really to believe this...?!" his furious tone, swinging out his arm.