Secrets in the night, memories residing in the past. Similar abilities, suspecting that vampire. One from the deepest of abyss returning to the surface, a heart maintaining its softness.

Opposing the reason of others, enduring her sins. Her powerful desires, burning even stronger. Understanding the former knight, his reason for his path. Holding onto the smallest chance, pursuing the faintest light.

Movements in the shadows, her eye catching this. Glancing in the direction, witnessing someone or something approaching. Ceasing her movements, extending her hand, blocking the way of her companions.

"Halt!" her strong voice.

"Hm?"

Never a moment's rest, the night continuously revealing those in the shadows. Its growing severity, confusion from the two with her. Those underneath her gaze, guiding them in this madness. Taking the weight upon herself, clashing against enemies in the dusk.

Trailing her eyes along the shadows, shortly fixating her vision on a position. That figure ceasing their movements, this to her notice. Motioning her hand to her blade, gripping the handle.

"Identify yourself." Her sharp tone.

Facing their direction, her vision meeting those fiery eyes. Her growing displeasure, fighting in countless wars. Wanting to put down her arms, continuing onward. Distant days of the past, her hazy memories.

Many emotions inside of her, her increasing hatred. That fragile heart, her experiences over the years. Hearing a soft voice, this catching her attention. Slowly lowering her sword, her cautious eyes on the person ahead.

"Please...do not take alarm to me..." The pleading voice.

That Queen stepping out of the shadows, her gentle gaze. This surprising development, one still in the living, hope washing over the night. The demise of Raiser, the prince no more. That woman nowhere, numerous assuming the worst, this relieving situation.

Uncertainty from Anya, her eyes on the woman. Her current form, a person close to her heart. Walking forward into the light, that Queen firmly holding down her hands, many questions within the dusk.

"So...you do live..." Aster's hand to his chin.

These cruel words, death possibly better in this realm. Losing her husband, son, her kingdom. Her grieving heart on the edge of despair, everything falling apart, this nightmare around her.

Desperately trying to survive, yearning for a solution. Those tormenting days, hearing of a single entity. One fighting through the night, defeating countless. Seeking her out, finally finding her, this shining ray of hope.

"Barely so. I saw what happened, I know my husband did much wrong, but he tried desperately to right them. Even taking in that man. I can feel for his pain, but at the same time...this is much too extreme." Her disheartening voice, holding her hand to her chest.

Great sins on the former knight, that maiden taking him in. Desires inside of him, selfishly pursuing his direction. Understanding him, wishing to return to his happiest days.

Yearning to truly smile again, many actions leading up to the eternal night. Reaching for the faintest of hope, coming close. Falling short of it, his resolve passing onto the young woman.

Loneliness gripping at him, despair clawing away at his soul. Those of the kingdom never accepting him, the former knight finding a place to belong in the end. Walking down her path, her heart remaining true to itself, her desires slowly reaching into actuality.

"True, I must regretfully inform you that those of the Dragonkins have taken his body. If I can retrieve it, then I can reverse the matter of his demise. This kingdom can return to being mostly normal." Cyra folding her arms.

A Queen holding onto her life, fighting through the harsh night. Despair clawing away at her soul, this hopeless world. Opposing enemies in the dusk, pain gripping at her heart, her tremendous agony.

An arriving chance, acting on it, pinpointing the destination of the young woman. Racing through the vast lands, escaping Richter's pursuit. Light at the end of this path, some relieving news. A way for her kingdom to have normalcy again, grasping at this possibility.

"Is that so...? Then please...take me with you, I am certain I can have them turn over the body." Stepping towards the maiden.

That carefully thinking vampire, shortly turning his attention to Cyra. Her eyes slightly to him, the devil nodding in confirmation. Pieces on the board, both seeing this. Importance in playing it correctly, this intensifying night.

One alone in the beginning, more joining the battle. That faint light of hope, chaos around every corner, despair far inside. An entity fighting against the harsh tides, few coming to her aid.

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"That's right...you were once part of the proud race of the dragons. Cyra, she will be a most valuable asset. We can possibly even avoid combat with the dragons." Aster looking to the Queen.

"I suppose so." Positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Relief from the Queen, those allowing for her presence. Horrors around every corner, hope in their hands. That Queen trailing her vision, shortly noticing Anya behind the maiden. Never mistaking this one, a heart breaking situation. Her sinking heart, cruelty on the Elven, this one close to her. Appreciating her presence, one still there.

"Anya...? Is that you...?" slowly stepping towards her.

Slightly lowering her head, uncertainty in her eyes. Desperately hoping to return to normal before this, her trembling heart. Hesitantly looking ahead, that young woman stepping aside. The vampire holding the back of his head, understanding the difficulty.

Emotions gripping at the princess, remembering those joyful times. Moving forward, slightly scraping her claw against the ground. This unavoidable occurrence, the cruel night. One from the past returning, this faint light of hope.

This woman similarly to a sister, taking her to a new home. Two passing away the time, relishing in the presence of the other. Always doing everything together, bonding shortly after meeting.

That Queen setting aside time, enjoying her moments with the Elven. Days out in the field, those pleasant feelings. That princess' quivering heart, her uncertainty in approaching the situation. Slowly moving forward, making her way to the woman.

"Ye—yes..." Her hesitant voice.

Cyra and Aster looking away, giving them a moment. This devastating situation to the Queen, seeing the princess in a monstrous state. Shortly standing before Anya, gently patting her head.

Days from the past, this woman always comforting her. Those flowing emotions within the Elven, tears welling inside of her eyes. Unable to form words, this horrible dusk. This joyful moment, her light towards the end of this madness.

"How could...how could Richter do this...?" sorrowfully gazing at the princess.

Extending her arms, pulling the Elven close, this comforting hug. Running for many hours, the never ceasing night, that Queen's paining heart. Reuniting with Anya, this innocent one.

Hope always existing, this slowly turning war. That princess relishing in this embrace, her heart setting to ease. Having this one with her, her dreadful experiences.

Cyra tapping Aster with her staff, his confusing eyes to her. Gesturing her head towards the Queen and princess, that demon looking to the two. Shortly turning his attention back to her, blankly pointing to his face.

Nodding in agreement, his quick refusal. Slightly scowling in some dissatisfaction, electricity sparking from Reviver. Immediately sweating, his hastily moving feet. Confronting the two, guilt coming over the vampire.

"Um...highness, we have naught the time for a reunion. We can catchup on the road...time is of the essence..." Aster glancing back to the maiden.

Her hand to her cheek, a smile on her face. His humorless gaze on her, this normal behavior. Always having her way, one constantly in the wrong place at the right time. This unsettling situation, those two facing him.

Straightening himself, some embarrassment coming over him. Slightly lowering his head, thinking on an alternative, a better idea to continue walking upon discovering of the Queen's survival.

"You are right, forgive me." That bowing Queen.

Gazing upon Anya for a moment, gently patting her head. That faintly smiling Elven, her resting heart. The Queen stepping away, turning her attention towards the maiden. Appreciating the time, this having to wait.

The strengthening night, the body of the king in the hands of the dragons. Everything slowly falling apart, their unbending will. That Lord of Darkness nearing his goal, unrest in the dusk.

"We must be going now." Cyra turning.

Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, the vampire having an idea to get back at her. Walking up behind the maiden, leaning towards her ear. Glancing back to him, her slightly serious vision.

A devil never letting up, this hope in the blackness, continuing onward despite the conflict. A smile to his face, whispering into her ear, their perfectly aligning situation.

"I told ya, road-trip." Teasing her.

Expecting this, a demon acting on a moment. Their growing party, the increasing road. Light paving their way, those following her in this madness. One from the farthest abyss returning into reality, her sounding emotions.

Opposing the rationality of others, her soft heart. Faintly smiling in disbelief, pushing back his skull. Walking onward, steadily shaking her head from left to right. Letting him have this one, pleasure in this horrific night.

"Haha, oh come on, ya know this trip just became fun." Quickly running behind her.

"It is a miracle you are still alive." Glancing back to him, folding her arms.

Smiling at the other, shortly laughing. A long time since this, that young woman relishing in it. Sorrow in this miserable realm, demons everywhere.

Hades commanding the board, this small ray of hope. Meeting this vampire, suspecting his identity. Continuing forward, fitting together these pieces. That Queen and Anya both joining in their bliss, joyously following behind them.

This dreadful dusk, pleasure in its insanity. At that moment, through the vast lands, the chilling breeze rushing against the numerous monsters lurking around.

Many fiends within the Castle of Raiser, this intensifying horror with each passing hour. Far underground, through the countless pathways, a room hiding at the depths.

That Dark Lord alone in his prison, gazing at the brightly burning seal. Frustratingly crashing his claw against the barrier, shortly pulling back, watching steam rising from his talon into the air.

This powerful seal, a restriction in equivalence to the Iconoclast's. Requiring the Harmonizer's body, his freedom on the line. One from long ago, an entity capable of taking on the Nine Worlds. Their powerful desires, a tale for many demons, revealing the results of pushing beyond.

"It would seem the angel could not retrieve the body...and now the dragons have it. Even more...to think her power would exceed that in which she had in her original form..." Angrily pounding the ground at his feet.

"Damn you, Valor. You planned this...!" his hateful voice.

Enduring the pain of that battle, still feeling the scars on him. These burning wounds, clashing against the duo. Two close friends, his knowledge in combatting them both. An almost impenetrable wall together, continuously covering the other.

Their appropriate actions, working excellently with one another. This lord yearning to settle the score, a seal binding him, his hatred growing by the hour. One from the deepest of abyss slowly returning, her powerful resolve.

"I need that body...that is the only way I will be able to leave here..." Frustratingly scraping the ground.