Fernandez running ahead, growling at the enemy. An animal once part of a pack, those creatures abandoning him. A few giving him a place to belong, surrounding him with friends. His desire to protect his family, cherishing his bonds with them.

Fire burning from the animal, soon crashing his claw into the land. Maria extending her hand, reaching into the darkness. Gripping Rebellion's hilt, shortly revealing the sword. Directing the large sword at her foe, ancient symbols burning from it.

"Why are you here?" Maria's cold voice.

"I must say, if I did not know any better, I would have mistaken you for your mother." His faint smile.

"My mother huh, what do you want with her?" the young woman's stern vision on him.

"I need to drag her out of retirement, but require some leverage to do so." Cracking his neck.

"Do you think you can win against her?" Azad frowning at him.

A devil originally living in a lawless realm, the harsh conditions leading her forward. Her great desire to embrace her dream, crushing countless in her way.

Someone bringing forward miracles, turning the smallest chance into an actuality. Her branding history, that demon seeing it all, his enormous will to surpass her.

"Under normal circumstances, maybe not. Though, she created vulnerabilities, which I plan to exploit." His serious eyes.

"You intend to target us, to weaken our mother..." Maria's quickly beating chest.

"Precisely. A good mother cherishes her children, which leaves her open to a weakness."

A man proceeding along his path, targeting the Iconoclast's kids. A person requiring her presence, his massively expanding darkness, blanketing the area in his malice.

Unease from the three, this grand enemy before them. From across town, in a large building. Cyra sitting at a long table, many around it. A presentation on a projector, her eyes on it.

Tapping her fingers on the table, steadily fitting together their aim, the people there noticing her action. Shortly flipping through her binder, soon glancing up. Her vision meeting with a man in his thirties, a person wearing a brown suit.

"Tracking the current growth rate. The price of even the most basic medicine increased by about two percent every year over the last thirty years. With significant increases in the previous two years. Denied, try again." Her sharp tone.

"With the rise in population, the supplies needed to create the medicine, and the advancement of its development. An increase is difficult to avoid." His hands behind his back.

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"These are inexpensive materials, and even easier to grow. Advancements in the process should not lead to this pattern. An increase might be unavoidable, but this is clearly price gouging. In a crisis, it would not be unusual for supplies to really go down, which the price will increase in accordance. However, we are not in a crisis currently, and our supplies are well in place. What is worse, is the highest point being targeted the most, what many heavily rely on to simply just live. I create medicine to cure, to aid those in need, not to prolong suffering or cause death. With this out of the way, I have laid out exactly what will be required. Which includes, a price cap." Her solemn voice.

Constantly driving greed, her experiences with it over her years. An entity damning countless, pain continuously stabbing at her heart. Witnessing many struggling, their conditions branding into her. A person taking to medicine, putting her best into the field.

Not allowing anyone to make a mockery of it, displaying her soul on the board. Cyra soon walking around the room, handing out several papers to each person. Shortly standing at the front, her hand on her waist.

"I fully understand the need to make a profit, which is also why I have devised a plan that can work both ways. Though, so long as none oversteps. You are free to take it, or leave it. I can do this with or without you all, and I wonder how fast everyone will abandon your business, when they learn about me." Her sharp vision.

"Why agree to meet with us then?" a man's interest to her.

"Naturally running a business alone is very difficult, but I will endure it if I can see my vision realized. Meeting with you all was to not only lighten my burden, but also spread my medicine easier." Her eyes on him.

"Your proposal does appear workable." A woman's hand to her chin, looking at the paper.

"There is also something else I should warn you all about before signing on." Cyra looking away a bit.

"And that is?" the man in his thirties folding his arms.

"Others attacked this town in the past trying to steal my research. Note, working with me might be dangerous, but I will do my best to keep you all safe. It is your choice whether to take this risk or not, I simply want everything out in the open." Her vision to the few in the room.

"Were you in the military?" one's surprise.

"Something like that." Gesturing her hand to them.

A heart following her beliefs, wrapping others in her warmth. Those in the room feeling it, a person's brightly shining presence. Their minds on her words, weighing the situation. The young woman loving the worlds again, her wish to see them prosper.

Shortly feeling concentrating negative energy, her attention to the end of the room. A forming rift, the people in the room's surprise. That demon in black stepping out, his yellow eyes on the Iconoclast.

"Identify yourself." Cyra's serious voice.

"Gale you can call me. Now Iconoclast, we have something to discuss." Folding his arms, slightly smiling at her.

"And that is?" her cautious tone.

"I have captured your friend Ryan, your children, and your weird pet."

The man raising his hand, snapping his fingers. Another forming rift, the young woman seeing those to her heart. Their presence on top the Tower of Time, a bright sigil trapping them in a seal in the air. Her shaking vision, soon scowling at the one ahead. The quiet room, fear clawing away at the people there.

"What is it you want?" her cold glare.

"A challenge, with requirements you must follow. No weapons, none of your abilities. If what is said is true, then certainly you can create a miracle out of this situation. If you do not, say farewell to your loved ones. You will serve under me, aiding in my mission of conquest." Gesturing his hand to her.

"You sully what it means to be a Noble Demon, this you will sorely regret." Swinging out her arm in disgust.

"Still holding onto those old values. It matters not how something is done, so long as there is success in the end." His hands behind his back.