Strength in equivalence to her resolve, this deciding factor. Continuously pushing, her intention in mind. Her target in silencing, someone in confinement. A contract giving her this hope, enemies around every corner. Steadily moving onward, refusing to relent. Those in this realm, playing along in its cruelness. Desires infinitely flowing, many in opposition of one another. Vast terrains, massive wars wars. A force dictating it, a land from afar.

An enormous building, pillars standing proud. Stairs leading upward, structures around it, inhabitants going on with their lives. From within, a man sitting in front of a statue. His never faltering faith, that leader of the church. His brilliant armor, his black hair. Opening his eyes, his violet vision. Awareness on an individual, giving out orders, some time going by. An elite before him, this young man. His white armor, crimson hair, those eyes of the sea.

"You called lord Armand?" the person saluting.

"Ah yes, I did. Your order is to go to the Prison Island, and eliminate Isa." Glancing back to him.

"Are you saying...she is somehow on a rampage?" that one stepping forward in surprise.

"Indeed, if she is not dealt with, then it is likely she will escape."

Their sharp insight, those collecting information at all times. Holding everything in their palms, leading their way forward. One of a threat, escaping her cell. Her relentless direction, those flowing sentiments. Feeling it, her movements towards those of the past. Sinking into blackness, a guiding hand reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Death claiming her, yet a way in achieving her deepest desire. A most formidable display, this unsettling situation. That leader gazing ahead, his serious eyes, acting in this instance.

"Aiden, do not let your guard down. She is no longer human, and is no doubt coming for Elina."

"I will ensure to put down this monster." Saluting once more.

Bondage of the soul, those shackling down. Continuously resisting, searching for the tiniest chance. An approaching threat, those acting on it. Awareness on her goal, coming for one of the past. Giving up her humanity, embracing her selfishness. Pushing onward, shouting her soul. Her shifting form, her body a weapon. Chilling news to this person, his job at hand. Facing away, heading towards his destination. From above, a room away from the rest. Inside of it, a bed and window. A young woman sitting on the bed, her hand chaining to it. Hair flowing long, its gentle hazel color. Sadness in her azure vision, her crimson dress, injuries on her. This feeling within, gazing at the window, that companion to her attention.

"Isa..."

Trapping her, unable in moving about at will. Intentions in mind, shaking at it. Worrying about her partner, years apart. Incapability of doing anything, this coming day. Feeling her energy, a difference in it, yet this same person. That light of day, longness since experiencing it for herself. Once relishing in its freedom, everything going away. Wanting that one to her heart again, a bit of hope shining inside of her. That prison, a devil killing many. Bodies piling upon each other, the stench of blood in the air. Questioning those in their cells, gathering some knowledge. Ships normally by the docks, a way to escape. Finding herself near the back, speaking to another.

"Tell me, do you know where Armand specifically is? The leader of his cult." Folding her arms.

"Can't say, not sure why you're looking for that guy. Though, I doubt anyone here knows something." That man rising from his bench.

Disappointment at this, moving onto another. None able to assist her, time running out. Foes on the way, that sharp leader. One in awareness on much, expecting his knowledge at this point. Heading onward, descending lower into the prison. Her cold surroundings, this dusty area. Stains on the side, its sickening stench. Standing by a wall, enemies on the other side. Many in place, those keeping prisoners in line. A location of disappearance, none ever escaping. A challenge in this, carefully proceeding in her path.

"Aiden is on his way, for now, we have to try and hold off this monster." One states.

"Jeez...can't he get here any faster...?" unease by the second.

"No point in complaining, just have to do our jobs." The third folding their arms.

That name to her attention, an elite from the church. His high class, knowing of this severity. Vast enemies, needing a distraction. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, observing her surroundings. An idea in mind, a way to achieve her aim. Quietly pulling away, heading back to the upper floor. Unlocking numerous cages, guiding people onward. Many at the center, this idea of hers. Pieces in place, anything towards her path. Her deep selfishness, these great emotions. Yearning for one of the past, her method to combat this disadvantage.

"You can all live like slaves for the remainder of your days, or grasp your freedom. Either way, I do not care. This is your only chance to get on board, and ride a ship away from this island." Folding her arms.

A chance of freedom, some concerning for their lives. Powerful enemies, yet one bringing them to their knees. Filling with hope, a possibility to reclaim what is no more. Speaking amongst themselves, that maiden betting on this. Requiring their involvement, confidence in her gaze. Those witnessing this, their growing morale. Stepping forward one after the next, showing their support. Loudness from them, seeing their way towards a better morrow. Leading them onward, slaying foes on the way. Arriving near the bottom, many in front of her.

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"You all head down the other way, I will do some clean up work here. Whatever happens, unify and fight your way towards the ship." Encouraging them.

A silver tongue, her way in going forward. Not caring for these individuals, an island housing the most dangerous. Visualizing her way, connecting two points. One direction behind her, this leading to her salvation. Another overflowing with guards, a diversion of many. Those following her instruction, heading down the path. Facing away from them, their diverging roads. Enduring harshness over her years, that one at the center of this. Hatred at her depths, her burning resolve. Moving onward, making her way deeper. Coming upon the bottom floor, one from the past residing at the door.

"Isa..." His distant voice.

Chaos from afar, echoing screams, her harsh methods. Gazing at her, a monstrosity of her. Sounds of her foot on the ground, her vision from one end to the next. Pathways leading higher, enemies not at this point. Success of her, one remaining. Two standing from a distance, visions on each other. Holding the back of his head, slightly looking down. Those once underneath the same guidance, their roads going separate ways. Still acknowledging her, his job at hand. Sadness from him, trying to understand her reason.

"Isa...you used to be one of our best. Look at you now, choosing to become a demon..."

"I will do anything for Elina, even if it means changing my body." Folding her arms.

"And what would Elina think seeing you like this?!" swinging out his hand, his attention on her.

"She might not approve, but she will understand. I know her better than anyone..." Her hand to her chest, slightly looking away.

Blissful days, remembering them. Wanting it again, obstacles in the way. Powerlessness before, grasping this chance. Her harsh direction, using many lives. Slaughtering countless, nearing her escape. This one before her, a friend from the past. A heart following its path, believing in their way. Standing against each other, his blade afar, her own the same. This moment upon them, carrying their own resolve. Haste in them, bursting through the field. Flying sparks, sounding weapons. Clashing against one another, his sword approaching her head. Bending backward, that blade narrowly passing her line of sight. Falling below, swiftly sweeping her foot across the field. Knocking him off balance, that one touching down. Pushing away, landing from a distance.

"You have improved, call me surprised." His firm stance.

"Four years here will do quite a bit." Rising to her feet.

"Isa...all I can do now, is move forward in my own path." Grimness from him.

"Same here..."

Once along the same end, circumstances separating them. Each having their own way, believing in their path. Blades in opposition to one another, an enemy to each other. That secreting blackness from her, striking down. A wave of darkness piercing through, that one severing it. Dashing towards her, the maiden meeting him in kind. Racing in blackness, crashing their weapons against the other. Circling one another, determination in their direction. Proceeding onward, shouting what is inside of them. Pain in going forward, having to do so. Her approaching weapon, heavily colliding into him. Blocking this, skidding back on his feet.

"Your imprisonment was for taking up your blade against Armand. I couldn't believe it when I heard, I thought you had a proper reason. Yet, it was just to take his position."

"So, that is the lie they are giving you huh..."

"Enough Isa, you have already shamed us enough." Sorrow from him.

Those carrying the world in their palms, pressing down on some with their thumbs. Once living in ignorance, following along in its terribleness. Opposing that leader, defeat coming to her. Everything slipping out of her hands, a lie to the public. Covering their tracks, a simple task. Many not questioning it, going along in their farce. Playing in their game, not in awareness on their path. An enemy to many, her reputation down the drain. Not caring for this, that one taking away an innocent girl. Intending to sacrifice her, others aiding in it.

Shortness of time, her moving body. Her swift steps, rapidly kicking, spinning through. That elite blocking her strikes, feeling her immense force. Breaking away from her, closing in. Visions on one another, haste in her uppercut. Hitting his blade far, his weapon bouncing from a distance. Locking onto her opportunity, colliding her claw into his chest, this sharp pain on him. Sending him afar, that young man crashing against the wall. Falling below, his weakening body.

"Isa...I still, want to believe you are still in there..." Blood streaming from his mouth.

"Leave Aiden..." Turning from him.

That person residing there, far away from his grasp. Sentiments of old, one constantly ascending. Reaching vast heights, devotion to her work. Going far, defeating her opponents. Wishing to meet a similar line, idolizing that resolve. His hard efforts, speaking to her at times. That one aiding him through his troubles, his life linking to her actions. Kindness in those days, this reflecting now. Wondering on this, a white pentagram invoking around him. That maiden glancing behind, their connecting gaze. The young man steadily disappearing, one allowing for his escape.

"Still troublesome...even now..." Faintly smiling.

A church turning friends against each other, spreading an idea to many. One seeking the position of their leader, yearning to further herself. A lie in this, building off of her resolve. Countless believing it, none learning otherwise. Their tight grip, proceeding in their path. Secluding information, individuals disappearing. Putting together these pieces, that Temple of Seres. Her direction towards this place, uncertainty on their leader's position.

A place in meeting, a way to silence him. Moving towards the door, standing in front of it. Something catching her attention, turning to her side. An azure flower below, strangeness in this. Kneeling to it, extending her hand. Touching it, this radiating energy. That object steadily breaking away, blue particles surrounding her. This confusing her, wondering on it. A voice sounding in her mind, her quickly beating chest.

This prison...they said you are here Isa. It is so painful, torturous. Being here, unable to see you. I wish...there is some way to free you. Please...be safe...

Her trembling gaze, her shaking fists. Lowering her head, holding her hand to her chest. Understanding the words of that devil, memories of her companion. These agonizing sentiments, this driving her will. Wanting to see her again, yearning to bring her back into her arms. One dictating her path, that person endangering the life of another. Cruelness underneath the guise of divinity, this boiling rage.

Rising to her feet, facing the door. Pushing it open, finding her way onto the docks. That night sky, the fresh air. Longness since this feeling, her attention around her. Barrels on the side, a ship nearby. Its old state, yet enough in going onward. Racing forward, running along the bridge of wood. Leaping onto the vessel, shortly heading off. Walking towards the back, her hands on the railings. Some enemies leaving the prison, their eyes on her.

Elina...just hold on. I am coming, and we will have those days again. When I get my hands on Armand...he will suffer for all the pain he put you through...