Agreement from the iguana, an animal supporting the hero. Allies around the cyborg, their willingness to rise to this large challenge. His shining heart, lighting his way towards tomorrow. Standing on his side, urging his friends onward. Their feverish hearts, these simple sentiments. That animal rushing forward, his daggers afar. Clashing against his foe, leaping around his opponent. Their swift kick, hitting back the creature. Expanding his arms, rays surrounding the iguana. Colliding into the emerald one, devastatingly exploding. Flying out of it, Maria following up. Her approaching blade, crashing it against her enemy's fist.
"Pitiful." His chilling tone.
Gathering pieces over the years, testing it on the Defender of Midgard. His success in it, a man making improvements, applying it to himself. Moving to his goal, standing on the plane of the gods. His nearing fist, Maria breaking away. Azim closing in, his fist meeting his former leader's own. Forcing against his foe, this resonating energy. Unease from the hero, his hasty heart.
That once supreme deity dashing in, releasing his icy mist, spreading it over the field. The descending Iconoclast, blackness raging from her, their attacks crashing into their enemy. Astek compressing his energy, shortly violently releasing it. Blasting them away, this immense force on them. Two remaining on their feet, Cyra and Azim. Valor on his knee, glaring at the one ahead. Maria unconscious on the ground, that iguana the same next to her.
"Iconoclast, I have surpassed you. Let this sink in, not even you can defeat me." Standing on his side, folding his arms.
"Maybe not on her own, but she is not alone." The cyborg scowling at him.
"Remember, there is light in the deepest of darkness." That devil stepping ahead, her hand to her chest.
These feelings within her, someone believing in the smallest chance. Wrapping others in her warmth, shining the way forward. Their grim situation, a way still out there. A foe having the DNA of countless, this great technological advancement. The hero standing against his foe, sparks emitting from his body. Glancing to the damage, steadily nearing his limit. Blood streaming down the young woman, embracing her state of pride.
Extending her arm, darkness secreting from her, tearing away at her. Her enormously expanding arm, shortly revealing her massive shadowy claw of a dragon, her pulsing veins. Her displaying rage, that darkness turning into a pure light. Entering into the state of Iconoclast, facing down this opponent. Her words resonating with the cyborg, his mind on his family. Two waiting at the end of this blackness, his heart desiring for them.
"Hey, Iconoclast. Is it okay, for me to want something for myself...?" his vision slightly to his side.
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"Sometimes, it is okay to be selfish." Faintly smiling, glancing back to him.
"Sometimes huh...heh, let's tear this one apart." Moving his hands into his coat pockets.
"You two sure are stubborn." Astek sharply looking at them.
Two within this night, the bleeding moon shining down its light, empowering them more. That radiating gleam from the young woman, her warm presence reaching the hero. Sparks from his body, releasing his reserves, steadily repairing the damage. Clenching his hands in and out, moving to the next phase. Both charging at their foe, their fists against their enemy's own, their efforts together, that one countering them.
Adjusting their stance, blocking it, withstanding his assault. Forcing onward, slamming their heads into him. Their opponent sliding back, his furious eyes. Plunging his hand into the ground, darkness and light surrounding the two. The devil's high claw, that hero raising his arm. Both drawing in the attack, assimilating it into their body. Lessening the burden on themselves, their fiery souls in this madness. Proceeding forward, rendering their shoulders against the man. Enragement from him, soon dashing away.
His expanding arms, countless weapons materializing far. Unease from the defender, that demon refusing to give in. Leaving behind a terrible life, ascending to a new height. Damning innumerable in the past, this moment to reveal it again. Her feverish heart, stardust leaving her body. Traveling in her spiritual form above, descending into an endless wave. Passing through pentagrams, these rapidly circling around her.
Closing her eyes, her bulky gauntlets, this similarly reflecting to her leggings. Her thickening plate on her chest, her increasing armor below. An entity shining in the abyss, her sentiments approaching the surface. Slightly raising her head, twin oval objects forming, floating in front of her helm. Her changing blonde hair, a black color taking its place. Motioning her hand across her face, opening her eyes, her gold vision. Turning once more, a halo of swords spiraling around her back.
These increasing emotions, her willingness to meet the challenge. Her demon sword rising to it as well, a weapon constantly ascending to the conflict. Extending it afar, the blade stretching long, thinning in size. Becoming a katana, shimmering its red gleam. Returning below, this mesmerizing light from her. An entity levitating, her calm gaze. This nearing attack, unleashing her divine and dark energy. Crushing the assault, assimilating the force into her body. Her increasing power, her uneasy target, that hero surprisingly stepping forward.
"It has been many years since I have taken to this form." Her mild voice.
"This was not in our data...just what are you? Why do you keep evolving?!" his furious tone.
"She keeps evolving, since she cannot be bound." Valor rising to his feet.
This hopeful light from her, a being shining in the blackest abyss. Revealing a path towards a brighter tomorrow, her undying soul. Maria awakening, her slowly opening vision. This warmth washing over her, soon raising to her knee. That animal next to her getting up, holding the side of his head. Their attention on the demon, this one continuously meeting her challenges. Displaying her old heart, her feverish emotions. Her true image, her state of a deity. This foe before her, her demonic blood within. Divinity and darkness in harmony, that Seraph behind her, someone not in sight. Her soft smile, shortly fading away.
"Azim, let us go." Her guiding presence.
"You are full of surprises, I suppose I cannot complain." Faintly smiling.
"It matters not, this evolution shall not mean anything!" Astek swinging out his arm.