Two pulling away, rushing around the other. Greatness in their collision, flying sparks. That princess moving higher, her eyes on the beast below. Fury in her gaze, this madness on the world.

Descending once more, her talons in view, crashing into her foe. Few remaining in this realm, resisting their enemies. Rising to their challenges, not giving in. That young woman's attention to the vampire, his ability.

This chilling air around them, a demon revealing himself to her. A convenient situation, suspecting him. Mysteries of the night, those within its vastness.

"You, vampire, what are you not telling me?" Cyra slightly scowling at him.

Risking his identity, acting in that moment. Defending her, guiding her in this path. This proceeding night, requiring the return of one. Needing more time, an entity in the deepest of blackness.

Walking in its vastness, drowning in sorrow. Slowly rising once more, accepting her actions. Hope shining with this one, lighting the way towards tomorrow. Facing the Cerberus, pushing off the event. Sharpness from the maiden, awareness on this.

"I doubt this is the time. For now, we should help our new friend, before saving her is for naught." Gesturing his head a bit to the right.

Secluding himself from her, thinking on this. Folding her arms, assessing some of the information. A demon with these abilities, unlikeliness in it.

Witnessing that technique, connecting pieces. Coming closer to an answer, points not correctly aligning. Setting this aside for the moment, shifting her attention to the field. A battle in this place, focusing on it.

"I suppose so." Slightly looking away.

Weakness setting this madness into play, tempting words from a deity. Meeting with the Lord of Darkness, clashing against him. Letting down her guard, an opportunity to him.

Striking at her, splitting her into two, damaging her seal. This Countdown to Ruin, a heart in blackness. Steadily coming back, surpassing her challenges. This beast in the room, that princess high above.

Rushing below, revealing her talons. Crashing against the claw of the fiend, quickly retreating to the air. Impatience from the former knight, that Elven racing around her enemy. Surrounding the monster in blades of wind, slicing away at it.

Its increasing pressure, darkness emitting from its body. Glaring at the princess, scraping its claw against the land. That man's burning desire, nearing his goal, reaching after it.

"End her!" Richter commanding.

Stomping on the land, loudly roaring. Malevolence ripping away at the area, this foe lunging at the princess. Its mighty fangs in view, closing in on its target.

Movements in the shadows, that ancient sword afar. Intercepting this target, swiftly striking in an uppercut, shattering her surroundings. This crushing blow, launching the Cerberus into the air, spilling blood. Standing there, her vision on the falling beast, this slowly clearing smoke.

That hound hitting the earth, Anya slowly circling from above. Calm crimson eyes on the fiend, aiming her blade at it. Shifting her gaze to the former knight, their meeting visions. Glaring at her, that will from long ago, emotions deep inside of her.

"Argh...! Forget about the smaller one! Focus on her!" frustration from him.

That brightly smiling princess, descending behind the young woman. Joyfully squawking, their enemy slowly rising to its feet, shaking away the attack. Spreading its stance, thickly burning malice.

This crushing pressure, that vampire slightly pulling away, blocking out the intensity. Scraping her claw against the ground, the Elven angrily growling at it. This chilling feeling, monsters in the night, their increasing potential. That maiden walking forward a bit, standing on her side.

Directing her blade at it, her fixating eyes. Madness around them, this enemy before her. Glancing back to her comrades, their visions on her. Confidence from her, this one returning from the abyss. That demon feeling her approach with each passing hour, uncertainty on the time.

"Anya, questionable vampire—"

Her way in going forward, this not surprising him. Softness from her tone, her nature inside. This slowly coming forward, her encrypting message, sentiments within.

An entity from long ago, pain every step of the way. Incapability in properly expressing herself, years of tragedy. Feverishly pursuing her goal, mysteries hiding away. A demon getting on her nerves, chaos everywhere.

Embracing in simpleness, reminding of another. That vampire covering his face with his hand, shortly gesturing it afar. Silencing himself, gazing at her, shaking his head from left to right.

"—stay back." Cyra commanding.

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Sighing from the devil, propping his arms behind his head. Branding experiences, memories not with her. These existing sentiments, clawing away at her. Numerous years engraving on her soul, a heart wishing for freedom, a soul shackling to the land.

Endless emotions within her, dreadful yet encouraging. Constantly opposing, pushing onward no matter the morrow. Understanding her situation, shrugging at this. Proceeding as herself, this spirit of hers.

"Ya know, a thank you doesn't kill anyone." Turning from her.

"Maybe it does not, but this is my way forward." Her mild tone.

Echoing words, this one of old. Her unrelenting soul, intention behind her action. Steadily returning, her wish within. Sorrow eternally on her, keeping others away from the fire.

Trusting in herself, rising to her challenges. Enormous tragedies, enduring this. Always alone, surviving the endless tides of conflict. Her smile in the past, a memory in this, her growing desires.

Awareness on this, that vampire slightly lowering his head. Tackling her troubles, withstanding cruelness. This never changing, her great determination.

"You will have to forgive my selfishness..." Calmly looking ahead.

One from the deepest of abyss, residing at the depths. Walking along a path of loneliness, her attention on the faintest light. Reaching for it, racing onward.

That former knight directing his hand ahead, the beast rushing at the maiden. Illusions in its steps, revealing their fangs. Slightly moving to her right, this fiend dashing past her. Turning towards it, this foe appearing before her, nearing her with its acidic fangs.

Extending Rebellion, lunging forward, intercepting this strike. Colliding against her target, firmly holding her stance. Pushing it back, witnessing that liquid burning against the ground.

That man positioning his bow, glaring down at the young woman, their meeting eyes. Pulling back the string of the weapon, aiming an arrow at her skull, that entity slowly reaching for her staff with her offhand.

"What will you do, angel?" his sharp gaze.

Determination towards the other, this field before them. Residing in this night of horror, pieces on the board. A last resistance against this nightmare, everything riding on her success.

Releasing this arrow, swiftly thrusting Reviver in the direction. Deflecting the object, sending it afar, those pieces falling to the ground. A formidable foe, this unnerving the former knight.

Those crimson eyes reflecting the late king, his beating chest. Pressing her sword against the beast, overwhelming her enemy.

Slowly pushing back the monster, that struggling man. Sweat running down the side of his face, trying to keep his partner steady. Her heightening senses, releasing her hold on the situation. This approaching hound, those ravenous eyes on her.

Her high sword, hastily striking down. Shattering the surrounding area, devastatingly crashing into the fiend. Toppling the monster, the joyously squawking princess. That vampire childishly folding his arms, looking away from the scene.

"I can do that too..." This pouting devil.

A childish individual, holding the side of her head. This familiar one, her patience with him. Maintaining her composure, this pleasant demon. A conflict before them, the time not right.

Wishing in doing more, his body not in a passable condition. Clashing against the Lord of Darkness, his current state. Assisting in the dusk, bringing joy in this realm of despair.

"Are you serious?" disbelief from her.

Shrugging at her, smiling at the young woman. An agonizing sigh leaving her, expecting this. That former knight climbing off the Cerberus, rising to his feet. Catching his breath, this changing battle. One able to bring forward miracles, tackling her challenges.

Standing against these tides, revealing what is within. A man unable in determining these events, nearing his goal. His burning desire, yearning for it. Shifting her attention back to her foe, that former knight extending his sword. The struggling hound, this monster rising to its feet, heavily breathing.

"I must admit...something such as this, not even I could foresee—"

Frustratingly lowering his head, biting his lip. Miscalculating a bit, this enemy surpassing his expectations. One from the deepest of abyss slowly rising, an immeasurable power returning into reality. Her soft heart, her endlessly flowing desires.

Forcing onward, following the faintest light. Hatred at her depths, this gentle feeling. Nine pure white wings behind her, eyes meeting with the other. Nodding at one another, that maiden pushing forward. Richter's shaking fists, refusing in giving in.

"—still...—!"

This desperate situation, a battle still in play. Pushing away his doubtful sentiments, looking to the young woman. His resolve on display, believing in his direction.

Grasping at his hope, these desires inside of him, yearning for the past. A heart in bondage, a soul shackling to the land. His reprehensible actions, continuing in his path. Feeling these many emotions from him, that maiden understanding him.

"—This entire kingdom shall burn for what they stole from me!" his powerful voice.

This hatred from him, enduring it. Malevolence burning from his body, countless sentiments from him. Witnessing the pain within him, a man yearning for the past. Others causing his sadness, punishing them.

A connecting line between them, memories in those distant days. Unable to remember, her guiding feelings. Stepping back, her sword towards him, her sorrowful vision on his own.

"All of this...simply because of a poor decision..." The vampire distantly thinking, folding his arms.

"I understand your pain Richter. Even so, it leaves no excuse." Her soft tone.

Truth in her words, this tragedy on the realm of the humans. Despair everywhere, his way in going forward. Reaching for his deepest wish, his smile in those days. His selfish goal, everyone having these.

Corruption staining the soul, that entity in awareness on this. Those countless years, many memories eluding her, infinite sins crushing down on her. Numerous decisions leading to catastrophic repercussions, this not an excuse. Meeting his resolve, darkness emitting from her body.

"Is that so? Well then, I accept what is to come at the end of this..." Distantness from Richter.

Selfishly pursuing their way, embracing what is within. Circumstances determining their path, each reaching after their goal. Clashing against one another, resisting the reason of each other. Crying out their souls, proceeding in their direction.

That princess and vampire witnessing this development, two rushing at the other. Brightly burning blackness from them, their clashing weapons. This former knight aiming at her rib, closing in on her. Slightly pulling away, intercepting the attack.

Pushing against each other, their meeting eyes. An understanding between both, sins heavy on them. Opposing the rationality of their enemies, forcing onward in sadness. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, their shining will.

"Richter, there is no need to go this far, you can still turn back..." Her mild voice.

"You as well should know...there is no going back after a certain point..." Sorrow from Richter.