Memories forever with him, an enemy sharing similar ideals, someone protecting those close to her. An individual constantly rising to her challenges, shaping her current life. Not allowing anyone to silence her, her powerful emotions, these gripping at him. His superiors concealing information, his knowledge not supporting the display. Shortly confronting the four, the young woman explaining the situation. That iguana sitting down, his eyes up at the man. These connecting hearts, their small resistance, yet their feverish souls.

"Alright-alright, before we go play the hero role. Which I am quite excited for, I need an autograph." That deity bouncing in excitement, his hands to his chest.

"Please bear with him..." Cyra sighing, covering her face with her hand.

"Heh, sure, I don't mind giving out one." Smiling at Valor.

"Nice!" the bright god.

"This is normal I should mention. Anyway, we are on board. Azad, stay out of trouble while we are gone." Maria's hand on her waist, her vision on the teenager.

Those willing to assist, the Iconoclast's heart reaching out to others. A great foe able to damage her, a situation not shaking her. Someone opposing her enemy, growing stronger through her pain. Her family coming in, their desire to protect her. That boy's fist to his chest, frowning at his older sister. Wanting to help, a problem outside of his capabilities. Her words to him, getting across the situation. This one soon settling down, his disappointment. Five remaining, shortly finding themselves at a table on the front porch. A map on it, identifying the location, Azim trailing his hand around the likely range.

"There are five fleets, but to draw out the sixth. We will need to eliminate the rest, the sixth is the main one we need to destroy. Given that there are five of us, we will each be tasked with one before meeting up at the last one." That cyborg tapping the map.

"How long do we have until we are found?" Maria positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"Maybe less than three hours, so we should quickly prepare and head out." The hero's hands in his coat pockets.

"Not much time, let's get on it." Valor folding his arms.

A nearing threat, a few opposing these enemies. A difference in them, yet connecting on a common line. Their aligning hearts, moving towards the same goal. Discussing their plan, shortly agreeing on the way forward. Splitting ways for now, readying themselves for the challenge ahead. That cyborg in the flowery field, watching them flow along.

Cherishing his memories, a great threat before him. Needing to fit together the pieces, walking down his path. Someone approaching, his vision slightly back. The Iconoclast behind him, her gold armor on her. That noble crimson cape reaching down from the lower half of her back, her sword and staff crossing on this end. The hero moving his hands into his coat pockets, soon facing her.

"I misunderstood you, Iconoclast. Still, I need to know why you would kill my family." His sharp gaze on her.

"As I said, I was just passing by. This was the reason you survived, I only did enough to save your life, then left." Her hands behind her back.

Harsh flames to his mind, the reason for his survival. The influence of another saving him, her presence there. This conflicting knowledge, slowly piecing together the event. An enemy of all, her questionable actions. Her soft heart, a ferocious person on the battlefield. Clashing with her, someone restraining herself, not wishing to unleash the horror within her. Her displeasure for fighting, the purpose for the contract on her. Mostly putting down her arms, taking them up at necessary times.

"Then...what are they planning? In this case, your title was clearly used as a means to direct attention to you." His vision below.

"Likely it involves power, so long as I am here, they cannot move beyond a certain point. Otherwise, I will descend and bring ruin." Her hand on her waist.

"A last line I assume. Still, there is something else. Will you help me discover the truth?" his eyes on her.

"Of course, and we will find out the entirety of it by attacking those vessels." Folding her arms, smiling at him.

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Bringer of Demise, a devil causing death in the wake of her despair. Searching for her, awaiting his moment. Shifting circumstances, those deceiving a hero. Something resting in the shadows, his will to unravel it. Assistance from an unlikely person, these two seeing eye to eye. Acting together, their connecting bond. Those two facing the rest approaching them, this instance on them. The deity wearing armor reflecting his beliefs, Maria fashioning similar protection to her mother's own.

That iguana in tights, his cape blowing in the wind. These individuals before the cyborg, their willingness to risk their lives. His gratefulness to them, shortly handing them a transmitter. The devil walking ahead, soon taking out her demon sword. Striking down, cutting open a rift. Everyone heading in, their hearts binding with one another. The afternoon sun shining below, each dancing in this flowing breeze, their aim to unmask the mystery. Targeting the Iconoclast, using the hero's life. A strange occurrence, this conflicting information.

Not accepting their way, joining together with these unlikely allies. All sharing a common line, everyone linking in the endless stream. A massive airship, the iguana finding himself on one. Weapons everywhere, enemies surrounding him. Glancing to each other, questioning a few things. Shortly shrugging, pointing their firearms at him. Standing on his hind-legs, folding his arms. His heroic heart, opposing this problem. Rapidly firing at him, his hasty movements towards them. His illusive steps, soon revealing his daggers.

Striking through, slamming them into the ground. Foes descending on him, his heightening senses. Slipping around one, their weapon crashing below. Rubble flying above, determination from the animal. Stabbing his opponent's leg, plunging his blade into another's neck. Swiftly executing many, shortly standing from afar. Placing away his weapons, numerous collapsing enemies. Blood soaking the area, his smug expression.

Proceeding onward, finding himself at an edge. Another part of the ship below, the creature facing away. Adjusting his footing, leaping off, his back facing the direction. Hitting the land, bouncing up, soon touching down on his feet. His burning soul, facing his foes. These enemies in his path, expanding his arms. Revealing many daggers between his fingers, the animal ascending above. Rapidly spinning, continuously firing everywhere. Crushing their weapons, piercing his enemies.

Their many screams, his sharp gaze. Fernandez landing below, soon moving onward. Shortly finding himself at the bottom floor, passing through a room with pods. His dark surroundings, liquid flowing in the items. Arriving at the back, a small digital recorder on the ground. Slightly tilting his head, picking it up. Curiously holding it in front of him, pressing the red button. An image shooting high, his wondrous eyes on it.

Project Hero

Coming upon a strange item, a message in it. Those seeking answers, the animal finding a clue. A recording of events, this before the iguana. Making his way through his foes, infiltrating deep into their vessel. Needing to destroy the engine, something more in this place. Looking at the images, seeing the cycling pictures of the cyborg. Someone happy with his family, a man once living a fulfilling life. Everything slipping out of his hands, his great pain. A voice leaving the recording, the creature paying attention to it.

"Azim Vandal, a human with incredible capabilities. It wouldn't be a stretch to say, that he might be able to combat the Iconoclast. However, with his devotion to his family, his life will likely fade away before such an encounter. This project, Project Hero, will be using him as a test subject, to see if our plan is actually possible."

Flowing images, some videos from his ventures. A man combatting his foes, his tremendous power. Returning home to his family, their presence carrying him at his darkest times. This finishing message, the iguana suspecting their plan. Shortly sending the recording to the rest, his eyes soon from left to right. Two paths to his attention, the animal heading to his right. On another airship, Maria clashing against a strong opponent, countless enemies on the ground. Forcing against the general, quickly breaking away from him. An explosion sounding nearby, their gaze to it. A vessel in flames, the object falling to the earth.

"Coordinated for a small group I must say." His serious vision on her.

"Never mind that, why would you turn against your own?" her sharp eyes to him.

The general's high blade, divinity brightly shining from it. Unease from the maiden, the enemy crashing it down. Ripping away at the field, this approaching attack. Raising Rebellion to the air, swiftly striking below. Splitting the light in opposite directions, the soon violently exploding energy. These flowing feelings, that enemy ahead of her. Each proceeding in their own way, believing in their path. Opposing one another, that one stepping forward. Her notice to something, tapping the shoulder of her armor, activating the transmitter.

"The world needs a hero, or should I say, a pawn to play the role. As such, like any hero, significant losses are a requirement. Then when their time is up, they are to be disposed." Directing his sword at her.

"And does this mean, you all had a hand in the death of Azim's family?" glaring at him.

"I believe it is time we part ways now." Faintly smiling at her.

Someone avoiding the question, her stern expression. These people before her, those upending lives. Stripping away the joy from one, filling him with lies. Her sword afar, negativity harshly releasing from her. Bursting onward, this enemy meeting her in kind, their crossing swords. Closing the gap, rendering her elbow into his stomach.

Stunning him, her chance before her. Barraging him with a flurry of assaults, shortly leaping away. Landing from afar, her high blade. Blackness swirling around it, smashing her weapon into the ground. Unleashing these sentiments, an enormous dark wave rushing through. The general's wide eyes, this massive force enveloping him. Tearing away at everything, crushing the engine, an explosion ripping apart the vessel.