Her attention to the many memories at her feet, seeing her smile in the old days. Her aching heart, witnessing her steadily crumbling life.
Two companions walking away from the other, her suffering leading to desperation. The young woman embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself.
Darkness thickening around the maiden, soon burning in a pure light, this catching the commander's notice.
"Even though my birth is a curse, it does not mean I will not be able to achieve what I want..." Her sad eyes.
An individual's sorrow, the many years passing through her. Those feelings stabbing into her, her increasing resolve. The Seraph watching from afar, seeing the depths of her strength.
A demon choosing a difficult path, someone willingly jumping into the fire. Her thickening blackness, the beast uneasily stepping back.
Cyra's eyes on her parents, seeing her father racing after mother, trying to save her from Eternity's grasp. A long chain, these powerfully swirling feelings.
Malice flowing from Lævateinn, the demon from the past taking on the full emotions from the present one.
"No matter, I will keep running down this uncertain path, and carve my way forward!" swinging out her arm, her eyes to the commander.
Her strongly echoing voice, a black wave crashing against the beast. Blasting him away, the enemy sliding back on his feet.
An individual despising the battlefield, her heart wishing for something else. These sentiments within her, a great hit to her psyche.
Refusing to take the easy way out, walking along her dark path. Her moving feet, bursting through the area.
Colliding against the commander's weapon, hitting the scythe to the side. Immediately closing in on him, her enemy striking down at her.
"The Iconoclast is but a curse on the Nine Worlds...!" his hateful tone.
Murals depicting a woman with a demonic shadowy claw of a dragon, a person born underneath the light of the crimson moon.
Her great sorrow leading her forward, someone reaching for the slimmest light. Running down her dark route, a sounding soul crushing the realms.
The devil slightly turning, rendering her foot into his stomach. This devastating impact on him, her immediately shifting position.
Aiming her blade, rushing onward, plunging it through his heart. His shaking gaze on her, seeing her great determination.
"Farewell..." Her voice echoing through him.
An entity not backing down, constantly rising to her challenges. Accepting her sins, embracing the path to come. Racing along her uncertain direction, believing light existing in the deepest of darkness.
Unleashing her negativity, a dark wave tearing through. Malice ripping away at her enemy, his body fading into nothing.
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The slowly disappearing shadows, that demon looking down at the many memories. The terrible ones vanishing, her vision shifting to the more pleasant experiences.
One catching her attention, a slight smile coming to her face. Valor proposing to the young woman in the present, the two in a beautiful flowery field.
These flowing sentiments within her, the many hardships down the road. The countless passing years, yet bliss existing at the end of the nightmare.
The one from the past soon finding herself in the throne room, her eyes on the few there. Making up her mind, looking at the Iconoclast, Eres, and the two animals. Shortly walking up to her current self, their connecting visions.
"I understand, but this is why you have to erase my memories of my experiences in this timeline." The demon slightly smiling at the Iconoclast.
Those ringing words, this person before the one from the present. An individual reflecting her, someone not taking the easy way out.
Constantly pushing onward, believing in the tiniest chance. Slightly smiling, looking at everyone in the room.
Their confirmation to her, assuring her as well. Trusting in herself, putting her faith in the one from the past.
Soon raising her hand over the demon's head, a shining white light stretching in the room. The faintly grinning maiden, even if her memories are gone, those emotions will eternally remain.
This is just me...no matter how hard it can get, I will keep fighting. I will keep pushing onward, doing so as myself...
Those eternally branding years, one racing through her trials. A daughter against her father in a throne room, two feverishly clashing.
The young woman on her knee, her heavy breaths. Not backing down, her strongly sounding emotions. Darkness flowing from her body, shifting into a pure light.
Shortly standing on her feet, the Demon Tyrant witnessing her fading body in alarm. An individual's energy everywhere, soon taking form from behind him.
Immediately shifting in her direction, narrowly blocking her blade with his own. Her immense pressure, shaking those in the area.
No matter the hardships you face. Keep resisting, keep moving onward. No matter the sorrow ahead, hold onto your desires...
Two hearts in a flowery field, the bleeding moon shining down its light. One walking along her direction, chains steadily surrounding her.
A message not leaving her, their small words to the other. The gentle breeze against them, a petal eventually passing, revealing the anguish in her eyes.
A person silently pleading, yet her companion not acting, retreating into his shell. Seeing her deep sorrow, unable to do anything.
"I should be going now...thank you Valor...for everything..." Looking away from him, painfully smiling.
Even if you must part, it does not mean it is forever. You will feel agony, hatred, sadness. Even so, hold on tight, use this as a means to go forward. No matter the many enemies ahead...
The Tower of Time endlessly flowing on, energy floating in the void. A young woman's choice, choosing to be free.
Bringing two in a terrible situation, believing in her old friend's survival. Her aim to break those chains, to set herself free. Valor standing there, his trembling eyes.
Ardin no longer alive, his gaze soon to the maiden, her life disappearing fast. Quickly racing to her, shortly kneeling to his companion.
Lowering his head, his shaking body. Two individuals exchanging some words, the demon's gentle hand soon on his cheek.
Feeling her touch, placing his hand over her own. Their words within a lock, silent emotions between them.
A god witnessing her slipping life, his churning stomach. Fear growing inside of him, this helpless situation. Her warm smile to him, his widening eyes.
"Perhaps...in another life...things can be different, where we can say what we really meant...that night..." A tear falling from her eye, her soon fading eyes.
Her head turning a bit, that light in her no longer there. Finding himself alone in the darkness, tightly holding her body.
Desperately shaking her, trying to awaken her. An individual not able to bring forward a miracle, a dark knight severing the lives from two.
This nightmarish place, a problem taking away a precious person. His paining heart, wishing for her return.
"Cyra...! Cyra!!" tears from his eyes.
"Cyra!!!" his spilling tears.
Death may come for you, but this will serve as a way towards your path. It may take years, but keep resisting your dreadful pain. One day, those desires can break free into reality. You knew this, that the pain will only become worse...we knew this. That is why we held on tight, even in the wake of sorrow.