The young woman glancing back to the two animals, gesturing her arm ahead. Those few heading forward, witnessing the terrible sight around them. A conflict stirring from the title of one, those wishing to be free from the demon.
Pushing onward, causing madness everywhere. The group making their way deeper, seeing the spreading fire. Smoke filling the air, the intensifying panic.
"Listen to me..." the Iconoclast's eyes to the one from the past.
The maiden's eyes to the Iconoclast, seeing the sorrow from her vision. Those many years, the never stopping torture. A way to create a different possibility, these feelings gripping at the young woman.
A chain long ago, an entity branding her an abomination. Great sorrow tearing apart her life, this opportunity before her, a chance to claim what is within.
"You will face much hardships in your life, you will smile and try to live free. However, when a certain night comes. Do not be afraid, if you tell Valor, he will come running. You will not have to fight all those battles, angels, demons, a Hydra, the Sins, Ultima, Nidhogg, and even the gods. This torment can end, do not be afraid. Valor is reliable, and you know it." The demon's vision to her past self.
Those ringing words, the maiden thinking on them. An individual enduring much, her psyche getting hit every step of the way.
Her emotions taking to physical form, unleashing it on her foes. Her great anguish, agony forever within her, that meaningful message.
Something stirring within the one from the past, her burning pride. The two looking to see Valor nearing the castle, their flowing sentiments.
"I see..." The maiden's faint smile.
Those branding experiences, this knowledge in her hands. An individual walking down a dark abyss, her uncertainty on her two paths. One revealing the truth, giving her a way forward.
Another without light, yet providing infinite possibilities. Those few making their way to the bottom floor of the castle, platforms falling from above.
Burning rubble on the ground, intense damage on the statues. The fading paintings, flames lashing everywhere. Terrible damage in this place, a group of approaching beasts.
The deity revealing his katana, instantly striking through them. Crashing them into the land, their lifeless bodies. Shortly sheathing his blade, carefully evaluating the area.
The thick air, feeling darkness itself. Hatred concentrating into a single place, its immense pressure. Levi and Fernandez heading off in different directions, searching for any survivors. A loud explosion soon from above, the three shifting their attention in the direction.
"Damn...!" Valor racing to the stairs.
"You can change this sorrow. Even if it does not affect this timeline, at least there will be another me out there that can live a life void of such conflict." The Iconoclast's hand to her chest, her eyes ahead.
Feeling the anguish from their present self, these powerful emotions. An individual's route to her desires, choosing to pay a heavy price.
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The young woman becoming the true enemy, this madness everywhere. The maiden thinking on those words, someone standing at a crossroad.
Her eyes to the route with infinite possibilities, gripping her upper arm in uncertainty. The Seraph out of sight, facing away from the demon. Folding her arms, her vision below.
A heart in bondage, seeking after what is inside. This coming opportunity, a way to set a new direction. The angel seeing it, allowing the devil to proceed down her path.
In the throne room, Eres standing in front of a massive humanoid lion. Their dark dragon armor, the enemy wielding a scythe flowing with the souls of his many victims.
That queen aiming her blade at the monster, both dashing to the other. Their clashing weapons, this beast's immense force, blasting her away.
"Gyah...!" Eres sliding back on her feet.
Falling to her knee, this unsettling situation. The spreading malice, fire growing hotter. Darkness encircling the area, the swarming shadows. Many more beasts surrounding the massive one, their fierce gaze on the queen.
Eres rising to her feet, her increasing unease. The shortly opening door, her slightly widening eyes at the sight of two Cyra's. A problematic development, that commander immediately lunging at the woman.
The maiden extending her demon sword, hastily moving. Rushing in front of the queen, colliding her blade into the monster's weapon. A heavy impact shattering the surroundings, their cold vision on the other.
The Iconoclast and Valor clashing with the surrounding foes, Eres' uncertainty on the current occurrence. Hearts from two different times, the one from the past meeting her challenge.
"I believe I understand now. No matter, you will feel our crying souls." Her sharp vision on her foe.
An entity from the past witnessing the terror from many, countless crying out in the madness. Feeling their anguish, carrying their resolves.
Her many sins to come, not running from them, choosing to push forward. The commander adjusting his stance, sweeping his weapon across the ground.
The maiden leaping away, his weapon narrowly missing her face. That foe racing to her, the Iconoclast watching. Feeling her past self's resolve, seeing their solution.
That beast clashing against the person, his greatly exerting pressure. Blackness spilling out, swarming the two.
"Cyra!" Valor urgently calling out.
The calm demon, witnessing the fading enemies, seeing the two disappearing into the shadows. An individual choosing their path, walking down an uncertain direction.
A heart's resolve, believing light existing in the deepest darkness. Her presence on the platform of memories, the beast ahead of her.
The maiden's eyes on the many images, all detailing her experiences to come. Her gaze on a dreadful parting, two companions going a different way.
An entity's countless battles, someone clashing against the gods. Her hand to her chest, understanding it, her clear route forward.
The commander's confusion on the area, shortly directing his scythe at her. Extending her demon sword, Lævateinn crying out, malice surrounding her.
"I do not know what is happening here. No matter, if I can kill one Iconoclast, then certainly that will send the rebellion the rest of the way." His serious vision on her.
"These are some of the enemies I will have to face at one point huh..." The demon glancing down to the platform.
An individual born underneath the blood moon, a curse forever branding on her. Feeling these emotions, the many memories engraving around her.
This great weight on her, acknowledging the hardships. Refusing to run, racing down her uncertain direction. A person proceeding no matter the morrow, doing so as herself.
A never dying will, a heart following the slimmest light. Her eyes on her enemy, his enormous uppercut, unleashing a negative wave.
This approaching force, the young woman dashing around the attack. Closing in on her opponent, striking against his thick brace. Her foe ramming his knee into her stomach, Cyra enduring the assault.
Her flowing sentiments, embracing her direction onward. Enduring the damage on her psyche, keeping her eye on her route.
Rushing her palm forward, forcing it into his chest. Releasing a black burst, a massive explosion ripping through the area.
"Gyah...!" the beast sliding back on his feet.
"This is one of many battles I will encounter, and it might be hard. No matter, I will face it as myself, and grasp the light I seek." The demon's hand to her chest.