A devil carrying an old teaching, embracing a noble demon's pride. Strongly keeping it within her, rising to her countless challenges. A soul eternally trying to be free, not bending to others, proceeding as themselves. Her enemy stomping on that belief, insulting her way.

Cyra shortly following the man into the portal, the two soon on top the Tower of Time. A wide platform around them, dark clouds surrounding them, the chilling breeze. The entity not coming here for years, horrid memories still with her.

"Sorry Cyra, I did all I could..." Ryan frustratingly lowering his head.

"Mom!" Azad calling out, his hands on the barrier.

"I did my best..." Maria holding her upper arm.

These precious individual's to Cyra, their efforts to protect her. The iguana apologetically barking, a creature wishing to do more. The young woman appreciating them, her desire to meet their resolves.

Facing her enemy, both leaping back, landing from a distance. From afar, a black bird soaring. Their eyes below, glaring at Gale. Steadily making their way to the seal, carefully moving in a pattern.

"If only I noticed sooner. Just hold out...Cyra..." Valor's serious tone.

A heart in the endless stream, facing another in its harsh waves. The Iconoclast observing the area, noting the great pressure around the seal. Her slight eyes to the black bird flying, soon moving it ahead to her foe. A person running down her dark road, reaching for the slimmest possibility.

"Break the agreement in any way, and the seal will explode and erase them." Cracking his knuckles.

"Come, I will show you a Noble Demon's Pride." Standing on her side.

An enemy quelling the Countdown to Ruin, one unable to advance the stages. A foe sealing away her abilities and weapons, putting her at a major disadvantage.

That young woman's burning resolve, refusing to quietly remain. Both dashing forward, crashing their fists into the other. An immense shockwave ripping through the area, rubble flying above.

Slightly pulling back, the man leaping to the air, immediately rushing down at the Iconoclast. The two powerfully striking the other again, breaking apart the surroundings. Their sharp eyes on one another, sounding their souls.

"A Noble Demon's Pride? What foolishness, and I will prove it to you." His cold voice.

An entity diving into the darkness, two in this endless plane. Both displaying their resolves, clutching what is within. Gale breaking her offense, closing in on her. Elbowing the young woman's face, his harsh strike pushing her back on her feet.

The Iconoclast enduring her pain, visualizing a way forward. Her moving feet, rapidly spinning through, colliding her kicks into his wrists. Her enemy reaching for her leg, Cyra instantly shifting her angle.

Pushing off the land, flipping high over him. Locking onto her opponent, immediately descending on him. The man grabbing her shirt, slamming her into the floor. Rubble flying above, the demon withstanding her agony.

"Your pride has made you weak. You have great power, but it is so easily dealt with." His sharp eyes on her.

Old devils proceeding with their will, forcing against their many challenges. One still proudly carrying that resolve, her feverishly burning soul. Two clashing against one on another, the young woman enduring his crushing assaults.

Sliding back on her feet, her foe instantly before her. Cyra dropping below, rendering a high kick into his stomach. Hitting him above, pushing down on her hand. The Iconoclast pursuing her opponent, Gale soon recovering.

The man releasing negativity, instantly descending on his target. Colliding his fist across her face, sending her crashing into the ground. Not letting up, surrounding her in darkness, shortly violently releasing the force.

An explosion tearing through, the man landing from afar. Watching her rise to her feet, seeing blood streaming down from her, Cyra's great determination.

"Sis...isn't there anyway to break this seal?" Azad desperately looking to her.

"I am not strong enough to break it from within..." Maria looking away, her frustratingly shaking fists.

"Hey come on, I knew your mom for a long time. She'll find a way..." Ryan faintly smiling at them.

Believing in his old friend, witnessing her miracles from the past. A ghoul putting his faith in her, refusing to give in. The black bird nearing his target, carefully invoking a spell. His eyes to the battle, trusting in his partner.

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Cyra crashing her fist into her foe's chest, hitting him back on his feet. The devil extending his hand, reaching into the darkness. Shortly grabbing hold of a long malefic sword, instantly sweeping it off the land.

Negative waves racing to her, the Iconoclast bursting through, slipping around the attacks. Closing in on her enemy, the person's descending blade. Striking at her, spilling blood in the distance. The entity withstanding it, harshly striking the same area, cracking her enemy's armor.

"Why do you not stay down?!"

A devil without her abilities and weapons, one coming at him with her soul. Two in the endless stream, the harsh waves surrounding the young woman. Her strongly sounding spirit, withstanding the agony on her.

Gale angrily swinging his sword in an uppercut, narrowly missing her. A great being adapting to her opponent, rising to another challenge. Crashing her fist into his chest again, breaking his protection.

The man's shaking eyes, unable to believe this development. The black bird in front of the seal, the few noticing him. Fernandez confusingly titling his head, soon recognizing his bud, excitement in the animal.

Old symbols igniting, shortly shattering from the interference. A seal no more, everyone descending to the land. Gale looking to them, slowly moving back.

"How...?" his shaking voice.

The black bird landing below with the rest, folding in his wings. The individual's shifting form, soon emerging in his true state. His crimson hair and eyes reflecting the sea, someone wearing long blue pants and a grey top.

A person learning from the trickster god, those experiences eternally within Valor. Cyra glancing behind, her steadily settling heart, shortly shifting her attention ahead. The clouds growing darker, slowly concentrating more.

"What will you do now? You lost your bargaining pieces." Ryan folding his arms.

"I think it is time we give you a beatdown for what you did to our mom." Maria's fury, swinging out her arm.

"I am on board as well." Azad cracking his knuckles.

A demon building a family, expanding her net with many friends as well. Countless walking alongside the Iconoclast, aiding her through her struggles. Her great wounds, blood streaming from her body.

A foe sullying her pride, refusing to allow for it. Her high emotions, restraining herself with the conditions. Cyra raising her hand, signaling the rest, her partner understanding her request.

"Stay back, this is a True Devil's Battle. I will show him underneath these restrictions, that he can never compare to a real demon." Her solemn voice.

"But mom! Your wounds!" Azad stepping forward.

"Azad, I know it is hard. Though, mom values her pride as a demon. Besides, I am sure things will be fine." Maria's hand on her waist, slightly smiling at him.

"Kid, if I had to tell you every time your mom worried me. We would be here forever, just let her do what she has to." Valor glancing behind, grinning at him.

"She has come far, but this part of her never changes heh." Ryan shrugging.

A demon not backing down, choosing to resume with the restrictions. Clenching her hand in and out, standing on her side. The iguana observing the battle, learning about her over the years. A person holding onto her values, not allowing anyone to stomp on it.

These powerfully flowing feelings, her feverish heart on display. Rain descending from above, this stinging sensation on her. This revolving field, her clear path ahead, that brightly shining light in the darkness.

"You must certainly have a death wish. This is what I do not get about you Noble Demons, you're always pointlessly taking on risks." Slightly turning his head, glaring at her.

"A Noble Demon rises to their challenge, they embrace their blood, giving everything they have. To achieve great heights through their capabilities, to soar as far as their wings will take them. You had taken this away from me, and I will show you that even without it, a Noble Demon will emerge in success." Her calm tone.

An entity long ago losing everything, someone binding in the shadows. Her shaky state, eventually breaking free, rising to her many challenges. Another obstacle before her, keeping her eye on her path.

Her moving feet, her foe meeting her in kind. His descending blade, Cyra connecting a line. An electrical wave rushing through her mind, the young woman locking onto her opportunity. Turning to her side, her enemy's weapon hitting below. Darkness tearing through, rubble flying into the air.

Swinging his arm in her direction, the Iconoclast blocking it with her wrist. Immediately slipping around him, backflip kicking him, striking his face. The man moving back a bit, this stunning impact. Cyra landing below, instantly rushing forward.

Her enemy's fist coming down at her, the entity colliding her own into him. A powerful wave breaking away at the surroundings, his racing heart. Witnessing her looping her arm around his own, gripping underneath him. Instantly flipping him over, stomping down on his chest.

Hastily flinging him above, dropping to her hand. Rendering her foot into his chest, pushing him higher. Sending him far into the air, pursuing her target in the harsh stream.

The young woman withstanding the crushing force, pushing onward in the terrible chaos in the abyss. Rapidly punching and kicking him, shutting down his body. A demon coming far over her years, those experiences leading her way.

Instantly moving over her enemy, crashing her foot into his face, hitting him towards the ground. Immediately diving to him, grabbing his head. An eternally soft heart, one choosing her current way.

Not allowing anyone to trample on it, displaying her soul in this rage. Harshly slamming her target into the land, creating a massive crater. The young woman soon standing straight, her heavy breathing, looking at her lifeless enemy.

"A Noble Demon's Pride is not something to take lightly nor insult. You wanted a miracle, and here it is." Her hand on her waist.

A demon rising to her challenge, powerfully holding onto her belief. Taking on this pain, scarring her sentiments into her opponent.

Cyra shortly looking to her friends and family, these individuals running up to her. Blood washing away in the rain, the boy's worrying expression to his mother.

The Iconoclast faintly smiling at him, placing a gentle hand on his head. His slightly calming heart, embracing her. Maria walking up to her mother, doing the same.

Ryan propping his arms behind his head, sighing in relief. Fernandez looking to Valor, both nodding in agreement. An entity no longer in the shadows, someone brightly shining. That individual showing another miracle, filling everyone with hope.

I will always hold onto my pride as a demon, no matter of the passing time. Even more, these people with me, my friends and family. I cannot ask for more, after all, what I gained was what I desired most.

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Cyra—> Prideful Demon

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