High above the valley, over the many clouds, that death angel soaring through. Her burning malefic feathers descending to the ground, dissipating into dust, cloaking the land in a black mist.

Thinking on the progress of her other half, those eyes from the past. Continuously struggling, wondering on Cyra's drive, her will to push forward. Falling far, taking on a war beyond her capabilities.

Her powerful resolve, surpassing her limitation. That slowly breaking seal, one from long ago steadily returning to the surface. Darkness inside, reaching for the nigh impossible. Their separation long ago, that entity rising to her challenges.

"You have come far, Cyra. Keep going, I am proud. Though, do not mistake, we are enemies." Faintly smiling.

Memories from the past, those strongly burning sentiments. Two halves once whole, innocence and malice, both yearning for their deepest wish.

A heart in the endless night, a soul reaching out. This minuscule chance, not giving in. No matter the morrow ahead, no matter the sorrow, their feverish determination.

A heart wishing for freedom, a soul breaking away from the shackles of the earth. Clashing desires, opposing the rationality of the other. Rose reflecting on the past, that other half not backing down.

Irises blooming underneath the bleeding moon, this refreshing air. Desires resting inside of the past, a heart in pain. Cyra lying unconscious on the ground, a tear to her eye. Rose facing away from her, glancing back to her.

This pitiful sight, one refusing to face the reality ahead. Her deep hatred for this entity, yet feeling some responsibility. Her vulnerable state, one possibly better off meeting her end on the battlefield.

This cold breeze, those slowly opening crimson eyes. Rising to her knees, looking around. Shortly noticing the presence of her other half, those wings of malice, dark feathers descending to the land.

Raising her hand, catching one in her palm. That object burning away, turning into dust, blowing away in the wind. Her dreadful vision, that death angel knowing of her soft heart.

"It is about time you got up." Calmness from Rose, folding her arms.

Standing from the ground, that young woman slowly looking around. These flowers surrounding her, stretching far and wide.

Shifting her attention above, that bleeding moon high in the sky. This familiar object, these emotions inside of her. Holding the side of her head, her hazy memories.

Pain in her gaze, that death angel facing her. This pitiful sight, directing her staff at the maiden. Glancing in the direction, confusion from the entity. Steadily lowering her arm, turning to her other half, their connecting eyes.

"Tell me Cyra, why do you still stand?" Rose's slightly serious tone.

Slightly looking down, unable to answer. These dreadful emotions within her, memories not with her. Unsettling feelings within her, a confusing situation.

That gentle breeze, the bleeding moon shining down its light. Not able to determine her reason for residing on the battlefield, frustration growing inside the death angel.

Raising her staff, striking down at the young woman. Quickly moving her arms, that maiden blocking the assault. Stepping away, her body trembling at this force. That darkness burning from her other half, those strict eyes.

"Cyra, you have no place in this war, so leave." Her voice a bit strict.

"I...cannot...I have to find Valor..."

Not in awareness on the previous occurrence, memories no longer inside of her. This harsh night, those irises flowing in the breeze. Sweeping her staff off the ground, colliding into the entity once more.

That young woman blocking the attack, sliding back on her feet. This immense pain, that other half aiming her weapon forward. Malefic electricity surging around the area, petals wildly blowing.

That maiden's attention on her surroundings, this attack binding her in place, raising her high off the ground. Struggling against this, her vision on the death angel far below.

Her rising unease, uncertainty in a solution to shift the situation. Her painful heart, one residing in the deepest of abyss.

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"Look at you Cyra, unable to even defend against such an attack! You are not cutout for war, forget about that god, and go somewhere safe!" Rose's harsh voice.

"I may not...have a heart for the battlefield. No matter so, I will find him..." Resisting her binding.

A heart in pain, those emotions rising to the surface. Darkness spiraling around the young woman, that thickening force. This energy, Rose carefully looking onward.

Her bindings coming apart, keeping her eyes on the descending blackness. Negativity disappearing, her slightly widening vision. An ancient sword stretching out of the malice, those symbols burning on it.

This fading malevolence, that entity standing on her side, aiming her weapon at her other half. A blade hiding inside the deepest of darkness, a last lifeline in place. Refusing to give in, no matter of the morrow.

"Those eyes..." Disgust from Rose, her frustratingly shaking fist.

"Rose, we can stop this, we can right this wrong...!" Cyra pleading.

"Even if we can, I have no interest in doing so...after all, I have my own desires." That death angel floating just above the ground.

Two mighty entities meeting on the battlefield, these emotions in the air. That young woman rushing ahead, her strong resolve. Her sword nearing her target, crashing against the staff. Not phasing by this, determination igniting even stronger from her other half.

Expanding those wings, flapping them hard. Powerful wind pushing away the maiden, this one sliding back on her feet. Rising high into the air, her uneasy eyes on the death angel far above.

Twirling that staff in her hand, malefic electricity surging through her, transferring it to her weapon. Directing it at the maiden, devastatingly unleashing this assault.

Dark lightning racing down, striking the area, massive portions of the land wildly flying in every direction. That entity resisting her pain, gazing at her other half racing down at her.

Swiftly launching an uppercut, tearing apart her surroundings. This slightly turning foe, avoiding the assault, sweeping the young woman high above with her staff. Ascending towards the maiden, her opponent binding far in the sky.

Flying around the area, striking the entity from every direction, rebounding from afar, continuing the assault. That death angel rushing above, locking onto her target below. Descending on the young woman, colliding through her.

Landing on the ground, this compressing negativity, shortly violently releasing. Blasting Cyra to the earth, that maiden crashing into it. Struggling to her knee, blood streaming down her face, catching her breath.

That foe standing in front of her, directing her staff at the young woman. Those strict azure eyes, unease in the entity. Rebellion staking in the land from afar, an ending to this battle.

"This is the type of power you need Cyra, without Reviver, you do not have a chance." Rose lowering her staff.

"Perhaps not, I may perish. Even so, I will right this wrong, and I will find Valor..." Determination from her.

Her weak body, her power no more. This will to resist remaining, continuing onward no matter of the chances. Meeting the challenge at hand, her burning resolve.

Rose closing her eyes, this not surprising her. One always following her way forward, even if it is nigh impossible. Admiring this, a bit frustrating of it.

Allowing her to prove herself, these desires from the two, both reaching for their own goal. This death angel ascending off of the ground, flying high into the air.

"Very well, pursue me if you must. Though, next time, I will not be lenient with you." Her soft voice.

Black feathers raining down, Cyra rising to her feet. Her sorrowful eyes on them, those wings of darkness, her painful heart. Some hope existing, this gentle wind, the bleeding moon shining below.

Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Both having their own direction in mind, desires deep inside. Their igniting will, two pursuing their own end. A nightmare plaguing the world of the humans, an opportunity in this madness.

Soaring through the endless sky, the blood moon beautifully shining down. That death angel remembering her encounter, her other half coming far. Admiring this, yet a bit infuriating.

Guiding her in their own way, this connecting to her own desires. That Harmonizer up for the taking, a body able to rival two of legend. Infinite in mysteries of the night, opportunities within its madness.

"If I can drain the power of the Harmonizer for my own. Then there will be nothing standing in my way...not even you, Cyra." Certainty from her.

Her vision on the destination below, expanding her wings, quickly descending. Desires deep inside, two halves aiming for their own wish. No matter of the morrow, no matter of the sadness, hope still existing.

Constantly opposing, reaching for the nigh impossible. All the while, passing far across the lands, the castle of the Dragonkins coming into view. Deep within, inside of the throne room, the next phase quickly coming into motion.

In the far corner, Raiser's body entombing inside of a crystal. Preserving it until its time, the Prince of Dragons standing before Lucia. Lowering herself to him, this shy one. Difficulty to break her out of her shell, that companion always returning to it.

"Well done, Lucia." Complementing, his hand on his waist.

"Um...Prince..." Her hand to her chest.

"I told you time and again. Please, just call me Raphael." His gentle voice on her.

Their different standing, their close bond. Doing so out of respect, a prince not caring this. Days from the past, those valuable experiences.

Continuously treating her as an equal, two sharing in laughter time and again. This dreadful night, her old friend doing everything within his power to end it.

Their never dying friendship, constantly resisting the insanity. Unease from Lucia, thinking back to her encounter with the young woman.

"Um...Raphael...we are not dealing with an ordinary enemy. I fear our very kingdom may be destroyed..." Her timid tone, looking at him.

"Who are we dealing with?" folding his arms, his serious eyes.

"An angel...and her power...it's truly frightening..." Her slightly shaking voice.