Living in this life, binding in this place. Unable to go far, reason in pressing forward. Standing from the ground, those depressing eyes on her. His paws scratching against the land, whining from him. Warning her against this, appreciating him. Softly gazing at him, gently resting her hand on his head.

Assuring him, helplessness from him. Watching her walk away, witnessing the opening the door. Seeing her leave, hearing the closing the object. Prancing in a circle, loudness from him. Crying from him, awareness on the danger. Not needing more, his hasty mind.

Quickly thinking of possibilities, little time with him. Dashing towards the back, racing against the clock. Running down this dark path, chasing after a dear one. Calling out to her, that one moving further away. Marching onward, her army of zombies behind her.

An entity floating high in the sky, out of sight from the rest. Armor of aurum on her, a noble velvet cape extending from the lower half of her back. Hair brilliantly shining gold, eyes of the crimson moon, a red ribbon tying at the back of her head. Her vision down below, bearing witness to this development.

"Your powerful resolve. Human, I will see where your path leads you."

Believing in her direction, proceeding in this path. Her wish inside, those casting her in this life. Desiring for betterment, surviving her days. Pushing back threats, tiring of it. One in her mind, innocence coming into her life. Setting a new fire, knowledge in her grasp.

That dog following from a distance, loyalty from him. Searching for a solution, uncertainty from him. Wanting her safety, not caring for their conditions. Two supporting the other, enjoying the simplest of feelings. That young woman trailing the animal, his burning spirit, this catching her attention.

"Intertwining lives. Very well, I will also bear witness to your path."

Concerning with the safety of one, racing in an abyss of blackness. Shouting out to her, this one not hearing. His endless direction, forcing onward. Dashing around walls, scaling over obstacles. Avoiding shadowy hands, not relenting. An attack on Parnell, understanding her decision. Not needing this, their lives in the forest.

Relishing in the presence of the other, taking care of one another. These precious memories, sentiments binding them together. Across the land, the plan of someone else in place. Standing in a throne room, that man in a robe. His hazel eyes, his short brown hair. Guards surrounding him, the King on his seat.

"A simple death is not enough to remedy the amount of sins you have committed." The serious King.

"Maybe not, but it is another step in drawing the goddess' attention." Faintly smiling.

Desiring to complete his project, his research over his years. Learning of a certain one, an entity freely soaring. Her great capabilities, witnessing her presence once himself. Captivating him, these connecting points. A way to claim both, devoting himself to an abomination of a creation.

Many failures along his way, a solution within his grasp. Using numerous lives, this towards his goal. Committing countless sins, all for one. His words to this man, unease from the guards. A pentagram forming underneath his feet, pushing back these foes.

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"So, those lives..." This unnerving the King.

"Indeed, it is to create the perfect homunculus. A vessel for the goddess, and also for me to gain dominion over all lives." Elrich chuckling.

"You play with power far above your own. What a brilliant mind, but a twisted soul..." Scowling at the man.

"Twisted? I suppose so." Sharpness from the hazel one.

Talents beyond many, commanding grand powers. This not enough, setting his eyes on one far above. His method to proceed, actions to draw her presence to him. Coming closer, certainty in it. Blackness surrounding him, heavily compressing.

This violently releasing, blasting away everyone. Life still within the individuals, those scattering on the ground. More subjects for him, an entire kingdom's worth. This to the awareness on the young woman, her eyes seeing this madness. Fitting together some pieces, some still eluding her.

"A homunculus? For me? I will never be bound to a vessel. Still, this does not answer the second part. I will be closely watching you, Elrich Velzar." Cyra's serious expression, folding her arms.

Missing pieces, a dangerous individual. Trying to attract her, defiling many. Parts of his motive, a human of him. Limitation to his power, wondering on this. Unsettling sentiments within her, not acting. Mostly putting down her arms, witnessing the lives of others. Sentiments drawing her back to the field, despising fighting.

Necessity at times, understanding this, accepting it. Returning her attention to Parell, a city bursting with life underneath the moonlight. Imperials on alert, standing guard from the outside. This gently blowing breeze, six elites there.

"This job bites, that witch ain't gonna be foolish enough to come here." One man sighing.

"I doubt it matters, either way, I see this as easy money." Pleasantness from another, gesturing their arm to the person.

Littleness of life, believing in their path. Taking up arms, defending this place. Wishing for elsewhere, their jobs to fulfill. Chilling wind, the quiet area. Gazing up into the crimson moon, this refreshing breeze. An approaching threat, unaware of it.

Her direction in going forward, resisting their reason. Her sounding soul, cruelty over the years. Secluding in the forest, hunting her down. Failing numerous times, warnings towards the threat. Distorting information over the passing time, naturalness in this. Vastness of her knowledge, desires guiding her way.

"Say, this witch, what do they say she looks like?" the third man scratching the side of his head in interest.

"They say she's very beautiful, but that is just a ruse to lure in those like us. We'll be her playthings if we're not careful." The first answering, his hand to his chin.

This growing night, that blood moon shining down its light. Bathing those below, zombies slowly moving from a distance. That witch standing afar, her eyes on her lazing foes. Targets in her line of vision, this chilling breeze hitting against her. Motioning her hand forward, her allies rushing at their targets.

That sickening air, moving shadows. An unsuspecting person, a zombie emerging out of blackness. Biting the neck of a man, spilling blood, this shrilling one. Ripping the skin from him, this one falling below, bleeding out. Her assault underway, these ones in her sight.

"Zombies?! Everyone! Focus!" urgency from one man.

Years in torment, those casting her away into the depths. Their unending hunt, changing information. Solidifying their reasons, silence from her. No longer willing to endure, one in her mind. A companion to her, one deserving betterment.

Her nearing force, enemies keeping their eyes on the zombies. The slowly moving dead, their rotting corpses to the senses. This sickening stench, their visions onward. That witch revealing herself from the darkness, unease from her foes. Her piercing crimson eyes, this one within the night.

"I—it's the witch!" hesitancy from one, pointing at her.

Chaos underneath the twilight, some zombies holding the attention of their foes, others rushing the entrance to Parell. A loudly sounding alarm, those people around. Witnessing this, panic from them, fleeing for their lives. Deep hatred, this branding on her.

Fighting back, breaking their will. Unleashing horror on them, her feverish resolve. Passing her support, entering into this place. Witnessing the madness, her target for one. This connecting point, a way to end her troubles. Walking in an abyss of blackness, reaching for the faintest light.

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