An existence long ago, those never dying desires. A heart yearning for freedom, someone clashing against their many challenges. A heart pushing through the harsh waves, forcing onward in their path. An individual wishing for her happiest days, these swelling sentiments within her.
Cyra and the vampire shortly resting, the maiden's mind on the prince's words. His wish for her to find one, a man doing his best to seek her out. An entity understanding his sentiments, feeling his emotions. The young woman positioning her arms in a thinking posture, soon facing the vampire.
"Tell me, who is this Anya?" her eyes on him.
"Anya is Lance's fiancée. Amongst the chaos, she had gone missing." His hands inside of his pockets.
"I suppose finding her is the least I can do for him..." Sadly looking at her hand.
An individual fulfilling her requirements, something constantly driving her elsewhere. Another side within her, her countless battles inside her past. A soft heart proceeding in the dusk, enduring the weight on her psyche. These branding feelings within her, an old resolve rising from the abyss.
"It never ends." The young woman turning.
Countless playing within the wheel, believing in their path. Cyra's exerting energy, darkness flowing from her. The demon seeing it, sadly looking away from her. His mind on the past, an event engraving into him.
One not for the battlefield, carrying the wishes of others. A person unleashing her emotions, crushing the worlds underneath her might. A great being creating the possibility for a brighter tomorrow, shattering the eternal cycle.
"You alright?" the vampire looking to her.
"Nothing, let us go." Cyra heading deeper into the night.
An entity walking down her lonely path in the abyss, the Seraph following from above, witnessing her progress. Walls mirroring onward, many trailing shadowy hands. The maiden's moving feet, racing to the small light. These ill sentiments inside of her, questioning her role in the heavens.
The vampire following behind, his distant eyes on her. An individual containing her sentiments, that same one making her way through the dusk. The demon's mind on her echoing words, someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, branding her soul into innumerable.
Her deep despair, a pain extending to the current day. Making their way through the forest, familiar emotions coming over the maiden. Her vision on her surroundings, recognizing the terrain.
Both shortly standing in front the Shrine of the King, a massive statue of Raiser stretching tall. A path leading inside, some figures lining the way in. Pleasant emotions coming over Cyra, a person visiting many places with another.
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"What stops your movement?" the vampire folding his arms.
"He...brought me here...sometime ago. While we were ignoring our duties to explore..." Depressingly looking at the shrine.
"I see, he took you everywhere huh. I'm sure one day those times can become a reality again." The demon slightly smiling at her.
A person's minimal expressions, her torturous days still branding with her. Containing her sentiments in the shadows, yet constantly searching for the truth. Two companions relishing in the world below, heading on ventures together. Her wish for those times again, believing in the god's safety.
"...I suppose all that I can do is head on...why are we here?" glancing back to him.
"We must verify that the urn has not been disturbed. If it is still here, then we can wait and end Richter." Gesturing his hand to her.
"That would make sense, Richter plans to use the urn for the ancient alchemy. Though, he will need to bring it to the Royal Crypts." Cyra's hand to her chin.
A devil thinking further, expanding his range to cut off their target. Enemies growing in the dusk, their way to completely halt the Dark Lord. One able to control the night, her uncertainty on that power. Answers residing in her past, mysteries wrapping around her. Her other half in the wind, two halves opposing one another in the chaos.
"Precisely, we can save time if we're right. Even if we are wrong, we can still intercept and recover the body." Propping his arms behind his head.
"I see."
Linking a multilayer plan, a demon displaying his capabilities. Her mind on his previous actions, an individual portraying a pattern similar to someone else. The young woman soon looking ahead, stepping onto the stairs. Her sentiments within her, thinking on the pleasant past.
Five years prior, two in the realm below on a pleasant afternoon. Feeling the gently blowing breeze, birds surrounding the shrine. The clean air around them, the grass shining with health.
Maria's eyes to the creatures, smaller animals surrounding her, shortly resting her hand on the head of a deer. Rabbits soon jumping into her arms, these little ones trusting her. This strange feeling with her, possibly doing it numerous times before.
"It's nice, right? If anything, humans certainly have some fascinating designs." Valor propping his arms behind his head.
"I must agree. Though, are you certain you should be ignoring your duties? I myself should not be doing such a thing." Turning in his direction.
Two old friends on another small adventure, both relishing in the experience in the realm of the mortals. Sentiments clawing away within the maiden, her mind constantly wondering on the gap inside of her.
Her companion continuously at her side, someone always extending a hand to her. An innocent person underneath her protection, the maiden not allowing others to take advantage of him.
"Blah! Don't worry, I have you covered, and I have myself covered." Brightly smiling, waving his arms at her.
"You do realize I am always the one saving your hide from those gods." Maria sighing, holding the side of her head in disbelief.
"Meh, and I'll be relying on you to get me out of this." Valor's hand on his waist.
A pure one always looking at the positives, their clear difference from each other. One constantly drowning in her sorrow, these emotions within her clawing its way above. A person trying to meet his kindness, seeing the laughing god.
Madness washing over the mortal realm, the night stripping away life. Sorrow everywhere, yet some joy in this instance. The young woman's hand to her chest, an individual cherishing her older days. Her desire to unravel her past, the dusk leading her to those answers.