More tears filling the eyes of the young woman, that deity of foolishness inside of the past. Two meeting so long ago, one from the high heavens, another walking the world below. Best of friends they are, despite their differences. A certain night coming, words never leaving the one from so high. That one from the land saying her farewell, both walking away from the other. A wrong of the past, that smile going away, only returning for a moment. Resting her eyes upon her old friend, that devil holding her index finger to his lip's. Those eyes of Valor in confusion upon her, Cyra slowly nodding her head in refusal.

"It is a bit pointless to say...what was meant that night...after all...my time...is—"

Her voice fading, that smile of faintness. Even if it has been for a second, this no less enough. Hearts uniting once more, sharing one more moment. Pleasureful it has been, another meeting after a thousand years. Those eyes of the deity widening in horror, that god feeling her hand losing resistance. Tears welling within his vision, those nightmares becoming reality once again. A god desperately trying to think of a solution, that day so long ago. One keeping from a distance, awaiting the time of her return, only for this to happen.

"—over now...farewell...Val...I am...so happy...to have met you once again..." She tiredly states.

"Cyra...!"

Memories engraving upon the mind, horror replaying. Hands taking the life of one so close, that companion returning, clashing against the Forbidden One. Rain relentlessly pouring, that cold air making it even harder to breathe, stabbing those drops of liquid are. An enemy standing far above that devil, her heart at an unrest. Dashing away, those many heads striking down. Heavy the impact is, that ship shaking with each collision. Revealing her revolvers, repeatedly firing at the enemy. Negativity concentrating, unleashing at the target in quick succession. Those assaults crashing against the enemy, holding it at bay. Standing there, resting her vision on the beast, uncertainty expressing from her. Attacks having no effect, a situation becoming more hopeless the longer it is continuing. Delaying the monster, stalling for time. Agonizing the air is, steam rising above. Those bloodthirsty eyes of the beast upon her, that serpent loudly screeching. Shockwaves rushing through the area, the ship swaying even harder, water rushing high.

"You need an Artifact to defeat a beast like this." A familiar voice speaks.

A voice of familiarity, that young woman turning her vision above. Rain hitting against her face, difficult it is in seeing. Her eyes concentrating, fixating on her old friend. Difficult it is to comprehend, that maiden returning once again. Death taking her twice, yet making her way into the living. Dreadful it is, separation between the two. Agony forever in existence, a heart somewhat coming to a rest. Feelings remaining within, words never reaching. Inaction of the past, these events flowing through him. Differing worlds they may be from, a bond forming. Years of joy, conflict of simpleness. Parting of those so close, both once again reuniting. Emotions inside the depths of the maiden, questions weighing on her mind.

"Valor..." She distantly states.

A home of hostility, comfort in the presence of another. Adventure around every corner, feelings developing over time. One patiently waiting, the other remaining within their shell. Dread coming into reality, a night of unrest. That wind never leaving, a velvet moon upon their parting. Words never reaching, both walking away. Descending from above, Valor landing at her side. That serpent glaring at the two, his vision upon the beast. Loudly screeching, those unrestful waves. An enemy of powerfulness, a weapon inside of a seal. Desperation at hand, direction towards one.

"This is one of the gods most fatal weapons, Hydra. It cannot be defeated under normal circumstances, your weapons will be useless here." He explains, glancing to the maiden.

A weapon of the gods, one residing below the depths of the sea. Arms of no use, a fiend growing even stronger. Frightening this is, but a way in going forward. Incapability of felling an enemy, a solution coming into place. That companion of hers, two tackling another conflict together. The fiend lunging at them, those heads eagerly approaching. Cyra and Valor dashing away, numerous heads crashing into the ship. Both landing, narrowly holding their ground, the ship heavily rocking from left to right. Unrest inside of the night, rain stabbing like knives, air difficult in breathing.

"We have to end this quickly! This ship can't take much more of this!" Valor flinching.

"Right, what do you have in mind?" she looks on, witnessing the serpent rising high.

Monsters of numerous. heights, so many she cannot contend with. A heart desiring power, hatred at her core. Powerlessness within the past, scars forever upon the soul. Wings wishing for the endless sky, agony incomparable. That companion capable of combatting these foes, two from differing worlds. Seclusion of the fiend, that air thickening, becoming even harder to breathe. Malevolence secreting from its body, a terrifying foe. A weapon in direction towards a demon, desperation at hand. One rising to the challenge, grabbing hold of the smallest chance. Even if her foe is continuously growing stronger, her heart never waining.

"I can damage the body. Unfortunately, it has grown to quite a length, I will need openings for fatal assaults." He informs her.

"So a distraction huh, I always wanted to ride a Hydra." She positions her arms in a thinking posture.

"You're insane, ya know that?" he looks to her in disbelief.

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An adventurous one so long ago, one returning into reality. Bondage upon her heart, agony in times of the past. Hostility within her home, joy residing with her companion. That serpent mightily screeching, the force hitting back Cyra and Valor. Both barely keeping their ground, time growing short. Haste of importance, Cyra extending Lævateinn, glaring at her target. That demon sword secreting malevolence, meeting her resolve in kind. Those crimson eyes shining with certainty, the young woman rushing at the Hydra. That monster responding in kind, lunging at her. The first head rushing down, Cyra immediately leaping.

That fiend crashing into the deck of the ship, the young woman landing upon the head of the fiend. Rain chilling upon her, air thickening by the moment. One unable in combatting this foe, working together with her old friend. Feelings within the past, words never reaching. Two continuously parting, pain eternally upon them. That Hydra raising its head, Cyra sliding down the neck of the serpent. Resting her vision onward, those many eyes locking onto her. Gripping his katana upon his side, Valor gathering energy. Speechless he is, that companion riding along one neck to the next. Always an adventurous one she is, constantly taking risks.

"Valor! Pay attention! I cannot keep this up forever!" Cyra yelling.

"Got it-got it!"

Emotions of fleetingness, a moon bleeding its light in days of yore. Agony tormenting the soul, wings desiring to soar. Two meeting once more, tackling another challenge together. That deity fixating his vision on the target, unsheathing his katana. The god instantly striking the area, waves of water unleashing. That liquid piercing through, surrounding the ship far and wide, freezing over along with the rain. That assault closing in, entombing the Hydra in ice. Thickness of the air, the ocean at an unrest. An enemy binding in place, the glacier reaching high into the sky. A sigh escaping Valor, that maiden landing at his side. The ship in critical condition, barely holding on.

"Now..." Cyra reaching towards Valor with her left hand.

"Hm?"

Events still within her mind, two clashing at the peak of the Tower of Time. A moment coming, hearts connecting. Pleasureful it has been, parting no less. A bond desperately resisting the shackles of time, torment residing inside of those companions. No matter so, peace coming for a bit. Appreciative his actions are, methods most questionable. Some anger in her eyes, that young woman grabbing him, pulling her friend close. Aiming her revolver to his head, that god glancing to the gun. Turning his attention to her, uncertainty on the reason.

"A thank you doesn't kill anyone ya know..." He sweats in a panic.

Dreams of the distant past, two wishing in continuing on. Pleasure in those times, hearts connecting. Reprehensible it may have been, but those feelings stubbornly protruding. A nightmarish evening coming into reality, friends walking away from the other. Years going by, meeting on the battlefield. A burial of appreciation, his approach infuriating her. That cold glare of her eyes, that god unaware of his action. Over the years, that companion upsetting her now and then. Unintentional it is, but something he does not wish for.

"We have a few things to discuss." She speaks.

One treading in the deepest of abyss, clashing against the forces of the gods. Making her way into the Tower of Time, events of the past returning to her awareness. Reuniting of two, parting much too soon. Pleasureful it has been, a burial most of annoyance. Despite it all, hearts steadily beating, desiring the smallest of chance. Choices no longer within his grasp, that deity playing the ground. Hope of faintness, but this no less enough. One angering his companion, his stomach churning. Betting everything on lady-luck, mixtures of emotions plaguing the night. Desperation at hand, one having to risk the possibility of his hide gaining a new mark.

"Is it the way I think this will go?" his voice of aspiration.

"Probably not." Irritation expressing from her.

Rain stabbing down, those waves violently moving along. That ship swaying back and forth, lives no more. A serpent entombing in ice, those sinister eyes freezing in place. Slightly whimpering, the deity praying from deep within. One wishing for a miracle, those pleas likely not of a possibility. Two from days so long ago, differences bringing them together. That ice entombing the Hydra slowly cracking, those companions taking notice. Parts of the glacier falling apart, crashing down into the water below. Some pieces colliding into the ship, waves splashing above. That Hydra breaking its bondage, menacingly screeching, its presence unnerving the young woman.

"Oh thank god..." Valor sighing in relief.

Small the chance may have been, some time coming to the deity. Terrible the situation might be, but workable no less. One walking the land below, constantly keeping him in check. Actions most of annoyance, disgust in her type of burial. Even so, one bringing her back to her fondest place. Her vision of disbelief on her friend, Valor shrugging at her, uneasily smiling. Fortune coming at hand, his hide surviving for a bit longer. Times of purity, feelings from days of the past. Hearts uniting, two meeting on similar grounds once more.

"Hey...it's either that psychopath—" he points to the Hydra.

"—or that psychopath..." He gestures to the maiden.

Her vision of more annoyance, that companion finding bliss in this most unsettling situation. Punishment having to wait, a foe of resilience. Malevolence burning even brighter from the serpent, that young woman facing the beast. Immense pressure crushing down on her, Valor uneasily scowling at the fiend. A monster surviving one of his most fatal abilities, his heart at an unrest. Negative energy spiraling around the serpent, flowing towards its many mouths. Generating great power, both resting their vision upon it. Desperation coming at hand, hearts rapidly beating. Cyra glancing towards Valor, supreme he may be, but terrible in reacting. That Hydra locking onto its targets, steadily homing in. Reaching her hand out, grabbing the deity, Valor's eyes of confusion on her.

"You will have to forgive my selfishness..." She softly speaks.

Desires deep within, selfishness driving the way. Two from differing worlds, a bond existing even now. Dread constantly in place, agony never leaving. Sorrow forever following, torment branding upon the soul. Wings wishing to soar, restrictions binding them. An enemy of grandness, those eyes of his companion. His own widening, Cyra turning him around, rendering her foot across his back. That impact heavy on the god, hitting him afar. The Hydra unleashing a massive wave of negativity, the assault enveloping Cyra by the moment. One meeting the challenge at hand, resisting what is reason.

"Cyra!" Valor calling out.

Immensity of the force, water rising, darkness crashing all around. The assault striking down upon her, violently exploding. Waves raising higher, twisters rushing in every direction. That force rapidly approaching him, the deity vanishing, appearing far in the air. His eyes trembling, looking in the direction. That ship being no more, the fiend standing strong. His companion nowhere in sight, an enemy of such a level. Those many years, two tackling the harshest of challenges. Separation time and time and again, pain forever remaining. A brief meeting, everything fading so quickly.

"Cyra...!" his voice of devastation.