Roaming in blackness, seeking what is within. Years upon years of terribleness, guiding sentiments. A heart forever resisting, opposing the reason of others. Confrontation between a deity and another, separation into two entities. Innocence and malice, both reflecting one. A mistake of enormousness, damaging the seal of someone. One from the deepest of abyss returning, bringing demise in the wake of their despair. Softness within, relentlessness of her direction. Clashing against those of highness, her presence of awareness. Wandering in darkness, sinking into despair.

Breaking through the surface, racing onward, avoiding hands of shadows. Defeating her foes, approaching completion. Connecting feelings, those of the living and dead supporting her. Brutalizing Lust, residing in that arena. Scarring land, cracking surroundings. Walls around, clapping from a distance. Movements of stillness, her vision above. A man sitting on the side, thickness of his crimson armor. Hair of brownness, eyes of iciness. Echoing of his action, suspiciousness of him. An enemy in this place, a human in a night of endlessness.

"Twilight of the Gods, it was said. Hades was approaching victory, when one piece entered, shifting the tides of the war." Lowering his hands.

"Identify yourself." Folding her arms, her serious gaze.

A war of grandness, worlds in opposition. A dragon ascending his influence, steadily approaching success. Those of highness barely resisting, an unfolding conflict. An edge of essentialness, awakening one from the deepest of abyss. A mistake of foolishness, her desire of powerfulness. Unleashing what is within, bringing defeat to her enemies. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. A decision at hand, these lingering feelings. Fineness with it, capability in grasping her wish. A promise of old, memories eternally haunting. Descending, that man touching down below. Rising to his feet, residing on his side. His axe horizontally across the lower half of his back, symbols of yore burning upon it. The wide structure, darkness of its color.

"Leon, and you. I know you well, Cyra."

Words catching her attention, her name of trueness. Those knowing of another, lingering guilt. Unable in explaining this, haziness of her memories. Trying to unravel it, seeking mysteries of yore. This one before her, information no less in his possession. An entity under heaven and destruction, carrying blackness at her depths. Light in the farthest of darkness, continuously believing this. Wondering on this person, pressure emitting from him. Crushing down on her, slowly motioning back her arm, gripping Rebellion. Crying of the weapon, two of mightiness in the presence of the other.

"I am honestly impressed, they say a warrior will always use their most trusted weapon in battle. Yet from the beginning, yours has not been present." He faces her, folding his arms.

"You are correct, but it matters not. Rebellion and Reviver are like family to me." Sharpness from her.

"A Jack of all Trades huh, this could be problematic." He prances back and forth, his arms behind his head.

A weapon of the past, one no longer in her grasp. Uncertainness of it, those sentiments to herself. Two with her, trusting in them. Capability in making use of her situation, emerging in victory. Coming far, those of the dead surrounding her. Spirits supporting her path, willingness in answering their wish. Her own amongst them, efforts of hardness for one another. No longer willing in remaining in silence, giving a voice to those no more. Limitation of her performance, constantly analyzing dangers. That man gripping his axe, stillness of him. Turning his head to her, directing that massive object at her.

"What is your reason for opposing me?" she questions.

"Much like yourself, there is something I desire myself." His faint smile.

Meeting in opposition, those of their own path. None of rightness nor wrongness, clashing perspective. Each proceeding forward, unwillingness in falling. A point of connection, a sad actuality. Never ending problems, circumstances making enemies. Trueness of this, her numerous years. Memories slowly to her awareness, yearning for an alternative. Spinning his axe, locking onto his target. Hastiness of his movements, appearing before her. Slightly motioning to her right, that weapon crashing into the ground. Scattering rubble, visions meeting with the other. Seriousness from her, two colliding into the other, pushing against each other.

"Is it the late King, is he the reason you are doing this?" calmness from her.

"So, you caught on." His shifting gaze.

Those connecting a line, relatability to another. Deplorableness of actions, difficulty no less. A leader's decision, those not in agreement with it. Loss coming, unable in righting his wrongs. Chaos in the realm of the humans, worsening of it. Those aligning with the Lord of Darkness, yet understanding of it. Disputes of naturalness, her own desire against countless. Forcing against her, rendering his elbow into her shoulder. Tipping her balance, that descending weapon. Stepping away, that attack narrowly scraping her chest. Slightly stinging of it, that opponent leaping back, residing a few feet from her.

"Leon, this is a path of endless despair." Her soft tone.

"Maybe, but only you would understand that, correct?" grimness from him.

Seeking after a dream, relentlessness of her. Years upon years of torment, never ending agony. Hatred forever branding within her, awareness on her feat. Damning the worlds, yearning for her happiest days. A decision of old, becoming the Bringer of Demise. Loneliness of her path, darkness constantly plaguing her. Those piercing its thickness, hands reaching for her, giving back a bit. Emotions of deepness, carrying dreadfulness. This one before her, an option still remaining. Closing her stance, visualizing her way. Swiftness of her stepping, his own of the same. Crashing against each other, heaviness of their impacts. Deflecting the other's attacks, weapons narrowly passing their face. Racing along opposite ends, vision on one another.

"I will rewrite this world, even if I am to be an enemy at the end of this." His certain eyes.

"You can rewrite reality as much as you like, it will eventually fall back into a repetitive cycle." She warns.

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"And what of you? Why do you keep persisting if you know this?"

Stopping their movements, facing the other. Learning this over her years, pointlessness in efforts. Actuality constantly reforming, bringing turmoil. Her heart of softness, grabbing onto pleasantness and terribleness. Both leading her path, allowing for her possibility. Conflict with another of old, differing methods. Nine wings of that individual, warmness constantly with her. Endlessness of this, fineness with it. Pushing ahead, horribleness continuously on display. Growth of slowness, her deep desire in sight. Reaching for it, yearning for it, unwillingness in relenting.

"I do not intend to rewrite, but rather live a similar life. That moment is nearing, and I waited a long time for it." Her gentle tone.

"And what if that life is disrupted, will you not be in your same position again?" folding his arms.

"Maybe, but this is the beauty of life. Growth is slow, and it will relapse, but certainly betterment will come."

Her message branding upon him, his eyes to the ground. Thinking on this, experiences no less from her. Not wishing in rewriting terribleness, finding her place amongst the madness. Simpleness of her wish, longness of her wait. Forcing onward, clashing against her enemies. Continuously rising, shouting her soul. Endlessness of her efforts, despair of greatness. A chance finally coming, expectance of relapse. Betterment of certainty, her heart of softness. Two sides of the same, innocence and malice, both reflecting one. His attention onward, divinity and malevolence swirling around her.

"Perhaps you are correct, but right now, I have a path I can see." Extending his axe.

"If this is your decision, then come." Her solemn voice.

Igniting sentiments, those meeting on this battlefield. Understanding of the other, each proceeding in their own way. Both wanting what is within, methods differing from the other. One growing with the worlds, opening countless possibilities. Another yearning in rewriting it, none of rightness nor wrongness. Circumstances dictating positions, rising emotions. Burning symbols on that axe, Leon bursting through. Force of immensity crushing the field, surprising of this. Losing her balance, colliding it into her. Spinning his weapon, hitting her high. Ascending, assaulting from each direction. Shockwaves ripping through, cracking the walls. Falling debris, staggering of this. Descending upon her, his foot striking her face. Racing to the ground, homing in on her. Crashing down, spikes of highness. Leaping away, residing from a distance. His weapon at his side, smoke filling the area.

"In the end, only one desire can exist." His calm tone.

Trampling on others, forcing onward. Naturalness of occurrences, those seeking what is within. Each having a stance, numerous yearning for fulfillment. Enemies around every corner, those of the same. Points of smallness, opposition from circumstances. Unable in accepting this, increasing pressure. Feeling this, stepping away, unease from him. Clearing smoke, that maiden rising to her feet. Blackness swirling around her, shifting into a pure light. Rebellion staking down at her side, extending her right arm. Darkness tearing away at her, vision of crimson meeting those eyes of iciness.

"What...exactly are you...?" defensiveness from him.

"What am I...? The embodiment of corruption itself..."

Streaming blood from her, coldness of her gaze. One from the deepest of abyss, revealing once more in this night of eternity. Malevolence ripping away at her flesh, her expanding influence, a mist of darkness seeping through. Her emerging arm, massiveness of it, a shadowy claw of a dragon. Emotions within spilling over, closeness of her desire. Wanting it, reaching for it. Pushing further, opposing the reason of another. Corruption itself, an entity of old. Stepping forward, crushing of the area. Hastiness of her movement, appearing behind him.

"What the...?!"

Vision meeting with the other, her formation entirely changing. Two of differences, one of passiveness, another of aggressiveness. Each of the same, his beating heart. trying to rationalize this, turning towards her. Moving his weapon in the way, her claw fiercely striking him. The heavy impact, skidding back upon his feet. Continuing her assault, not letting up. Crashing against the other, breaking away, connecting once more. Never ending of her, a state of frenzy. Revealing the blades in her boots, catching a glimpse of this. Rapidness of her kicks, spinning through, flipping over. Descending upon her foe, that enemy dashing away. Hitting below, breaking apart her surroundings, rubble in the air. Residing from a distance, unease from him.

"Two sides...a passive and chaotic state." His serious expression.

"If you want to see what I had to do to get as far as I have, then look at this monstrosity!" she directs her claw forward.

Staining her soul, embracing corruption. Selfishness of her path, a will of old. Memories of haziness, few to her awareness. Parting on a night, a ribbon of meaningfulness. Fragments holding her together, her path in becoming the Bringer of Demise. Efforts of hardness, hatred of deepness. Carrying those sentiments, sinking into blackness. Hovering on the brink of demonization, her unrelenting heart. A hand of gentleness to others, two sides of the same. His eyes on that claw, pulsing of it, veins of clearness. Her hand over it, distantness of her gaze.

"I stained my soul in blackness, I damned the worlds. I committed...so many sins, I became an enemy to countless. This is not a life a normal person chooses, this is a path for someone without any other recourse..."

"And if there is some other way for myself, then what is it?" lowering his head in frustration.

"That I cannot say, but maybe you can figure it out at the end of this conflict." Her vision on him.

Spreading her stance, openness of it. That claw in view, her attention ahead. Visualizing a way going forward, possibility in connecting a line of shakiness. That gladiator spinning his axe, his gaze of sharpness upon her. Both dashing towards the other, her claw against his weapon. The heavy impact, their vibrating bodies. Eyes of determination, clashing throughout the room. Marks on the walls and floor, neither giving in. Closing in upon her, swiftness of his horizontal strike. Bending backwards, avoiding the attack. Touching down on the land, rendering her foot into his stomach.

Launching him, following up. Ascending towards him, her approaching claw. Striking down at her, that young woman colliding into the ground. Descending on her, his weapon not moving. Standing on her knee, pushing back his attack. Slowly rising, increasing pressure. Negativity crashing down, grabbing his axe. Ripping it away, alarming of this. Tossing it aside, homing in. Barraging him with a flurry of assaults, rushing through. Paralysis binding his movements, unease from his gaze on her. That claw in view, blackness releasing. His faint smile, accepting this outcome. Both sitting back to back at the center, a field in ruin.

"If it is true, then maybe you can turn the nigh impossible into an actuality." Leon resting his arm over his leg.

"Even in the deepest of darkness, there is a light." Her soft voice.

"Heh...I can see why so many place their hopes and dreams in your hands. If you need me, I'll be nearby." Gentleness of his smile.

A conflict at an ending, two at an understanding. Circumstances driving their opposition, yet a point of uniting. Words of guidance, continuously holding them within her. Light in the deepest of darkness, one capable of turning the nigh impossible into an actuality. Glancing back, that gladiator breaking apart into a mesmerizing light. His energy flowing into her body, softness of her smile. Her hand to her chest, accepting his aid. Rising to her feet, looking ahead. One awaiting, that other half. Wanting in ending a feud, those of similarity, pointlessness of a dispute.

Different we may be, but similar no less. There is much I had to do to come this far, staining my soul in corruption. The one connecting point? None of this conflict was necessary. Circumstances dictating outcomes, thus never ending conflict. Rose, you guided me, you protected me. Please, this feud between us, it is pointless...