Times of yore, two soaring the endless sky. Hands towards the other, emotions of purity. An old friend constantly trying his best, uncertainness in the truthfulness within his words. Timidness in the presence of one, boldness in the direction of conflict. Learning from his companion of the land, lessons of valuableness. A devil never relenting, loathing the battlefield. Finding the smallest chance, turning it into an actuality. Eyes connecting to the other, that deity remaining silent, doubt of clearness. Incapability of answering, willing in shouldering the weight of it. That old friend doing much, enduring horridness, protecting her friend of firmament. Wishing in making her smile, happiness going away. Constantly seeing through him, that one of highness retreating into his shell.

"There are a lot of things you can do Valor, but not even you can take on the full force of the Heavenly Realm and the NetherWorld alone. You know as well as I do that the gods would have given access to the demons to hunt us down." She softly speaks

Forces of grandness, inability of escaping. Conflict of greatness, one of supremacy. Standing at the top, powerfulness of him. A small portion currently upon them, doubtfulness in handling it in its entirety. A devil unwillingness in relenting, pushing against the reason of others. Clashing against her foes, opposing the rationality of others. Adversity of massiveness, the young woman continuously igniting that fire. A deity constantly holding onto hope, that hand of guidance in times so long ago. Years of suffering, that halfbreed continuing in holding on. Nightmarish experiences, desperation at hand. Intending in righting those wrongs, following in her example.

"Even so, we have tackled many challenges together, I am positive we would have found a way. If there is one connecting point between us, out of all the other places we don't see eye to eye, we never give up." He confidently assures her.

Those of differences, hearts connecting. Blissfulness in times of yore, feelings of greatness. One holding onto his role, minimizing his contact. That young woman opposing such reason, shouting her soul. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Changing over the passing time, trying to maintain herself. Despair gripping at her, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. Words of warmness, that maiden believing him like numerous times before. Faintly smiling, turning from him. Holding her hand to her chest, relishing in this moment. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, her old friend certainly able in finding a way. Insecurities of the past, losing to her father, Ardin overpowering her. Her vision distorting, but not anymore.

"Could things have gone differently...?" she softly questions.

"Huh...?"

Words inside of a lock, times so long ago. Wind within her memory, petals passing her eyes. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an existence cursing her. Dreadfulness throughout her life, her earliest days of blissfulness. That companion coming into her actuality, hearts soaring the vastness of the sky. Trouble setting in, falling below. Wondering of an alternative, despair consuming her. Gazing towards her, that message conflicting his emotions. Pondering of those times, yearning for another possibility. Lowering her hand to her side, feelings flowing.

"I always wonder that..."

"You and I both..." He looks away.

Confronting a night so long ago, that breeze of sadness. Light of crimson bleeding upon the land, petals blowing along. Shouting her soul, heart of clearness. Unwillingness in living within a dream, facing her challenges ahead. Encountering one of horridness again, her hatred coming free. Emotions residing in the darkness, feelings lingering within. Warmly smiling, turning towards her companion. Those eyes upon the other, that deity enduring her malevolence. Differences within it currently, blackness at a rest. Treading within the deepest of abyss, reaching for the faintest light.

"Let us go, old friend." She brightly smiles at him.

Sorrowfulness throughout the years, resisting the reason of another. Pain on her, a body of filth. One once filling with love for the worlds, that person revealing once more. Smiling of brightness, a moment of faintness. Yearning in truly reuniting, words remaining within. A night most tormenting, those moving away from the other. Words of guidance, that maiden pushing onward, opposing reality of harshness. Shortly returning to Argent outside of the shrine, that boy gazing upon the two, uncertainness of the situation. Tenseness in one instance, chipper in the next.

"You two okay?" Argent questions.

Distances of vastness, days of yore. Blissfulness in the presence of the other, companions of closeness. Feelings of simpleness, a bond transcending time. Torment throughout the years, incomparable agony. Forcing onward, treading within the harshest of abyss. Shackles binding the heart, unwillingness in relenting. Shouting her soul, anger at her depths. Dreadfulness far inside, smiling returning. Both resting their vision upon the child, events of betterment between two. Emotions losing meaning within words, gentleness from it. Incapability of speaking what is deep inside, messages certainly coming across to the other.

"We simply had a bit of closure as the saying goes. I think...am I misreading the situation again...?" Valor looking towards Cyra.

"Hehe, perhaps you are, perhaps you are not." She walks ahead, giving him a bit of a teasing smile.

"You're such a tease." He sighs, following behind, scratching the back of his head.

"Those two...I want to ask...but at the same time, I feel like she will tell me to wait until I'm older..." Argent thinking, trailing behind in confusion.

Closure within their confrontation, her heart steadily coming free. Malevolence far within her at a rest, events of appreciation. Morrow of somberness of a possibility, that young woman pushing onward. No matter of tomorrow's destination, that devil continuously pushing towards her deepest desire. Treading within the farthest of blackness, reaching for the faintest light. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. One from times of yore continuously making her way into actuality, shouting her soul. Trouble setting in, a weapon of grandness.

Deities of desperation, aim in direction of one. High above the clouds, the realm of the gods and home of the angels. Passing the floating platforms, chains connecting throughout. Entering into their haven, that palace standing tall. Odin sitting upon his throne, his mind on the earlier events. A threat of greatness awakening, that devil within his mind. Valor constantly following her, no matter of her distance, a danger to everyone of the Nine Worlds. One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, forcing onward, unwillingness in stopping.

"Valor, you have always been a thorn in our side, you continue to follow that abomination. Apologies, but Ultima Weapon will have to silence you and that woman..." Odin distantly speaks.

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Dreams of distantness, those soaring the endless sky. Feelings of fleetingness, despair setting in. One once of weakness, powerlessness so long ago. Hatred at her core, reaching for the smallest chance. Grasping her freedom, death taking her. Returning for her own, a thousand years of torture. One born from two, the blood of a divine and that of a devil. An abomination upon the worlds, an entity embracing her selfishness. Strength coming into her grasp, forcing against the influence of highness. That door opening from afar, Odin gazing onward, witnessing Ares entering. That god of war walking through the glamorous room, his vision on the statue of the deities. Refreshing breeze flowing in, those windows all around.

"Preparations have been made, and the vessel for Ultima Weapon is in holding for the transmutation." Ares informing, standing before Odin.

Caution of extremity towards the young woman, unwillingness in relenting. Forcing onward, desires driving her way. One seeking times of yore, growing stronger, rising to the top once more. A weapon of the gods, a move of desperation. Efforts in direction to one, emotions most unsettling. Gazing towards Ares, some uncertainty within that deity, extreme actions of necessity. A benevolent future of the goal, unavoidableness of loss of blood. Movements of regretfulness, such of the way in going forward. Embracing his vision, that All-Father pushing ahead.

"Good, just a bit longer. The Tower of Eternity is the last piece left." Odin calmly speaks.

Events coming together, times of distantness reflecting to the present. Three points in connection, those of differing worlds. Emotions of simpleness, one from the land rising so high. Challenging a goddess, defeat of the result. That guiding hand reaching out, grabbing hold of his own. Ventures of grandness, feelings growing over the passing days. A daughter coming from two, joyfulness for a moment. One from highness tearing them apart, the offspring of a certain deity. Ares positioning his arms, uneasiness in his eyes. Noticeable it is, Odin urging him in speaking. Stepping forward, that god complying.

"Do you really think Ultima Weapon will be enough to kill her?" Ares questions in uncertainty.

One above countless, a weapon of an emergency. Desperation of the situation, a question of consideration. That halfbreed rising to the challenges, exponentially growing. A calamity upon the worlds, embracing the seven sins. Emotions of highness, feelings of simpleness. Hatred at her depths, one once filling with love. Turmoil descending upon her, bondage of her soul. Wings desiring to soar, treading within the deepest of abyss. Yearning in righting her wrong, wishing for those days of yore even more. Unnerving of the dilemma, Odin continuing in holding strong, believing in the power of Ultima.

"I cannot say for certain, but this is our best chance." Odin states in some unrest.

"Very well then..."

One from the farthest of abyss, that heart refusing in relenting. Rising to the challenge, shouting her soul. Embracing her imperfections, selfishness guiding her way. That faintest light, unimaginable pain upon her. A family once of lovingness, those times going away. A companion from so high, both walking away. A marriage of reprehensibility, torturous experiences over the years. Death of her solution, yet returning for her daughter. Failure of equivalence, a thousand years of torture. Struggling of deepness, desiring in resting, incapability of doing so. Pushing onward, relishing in the sins.

Hatred at her depths, that resolve refusing in giving in. That night illuminating the land, those three companions setting up camp. A day of longness, nightmarish events returning to light. Stressfulness of the situation, Cyra wondering on her path in combatting the conflict to come. Desires of deepness, doubtfulness of her chances of success. Shortly pushing such out of mind, settling in her current time. Selfishness at her core, one that is not a hero. No less, her vision holding the possibility of doing something for others.

Innocence so long ago, smiling of brightness. Worlds within her palms, everything slipping through her fingers. Despair far within, anger brewing. A body of filth, horrid experiences. Unrelenting rage, yet trying to maintain her heart of softness. That breeze of gentleness, the sounds of smaller animals. Those old friends sitting next to each other by the fire, Argent on the opposite end. That boy fast asleep, a day most troublesome, the small one deserving of a rest. That young woman wishing in providing comforting arrangements, making do with what they have.

"Ya know, I thought taking in a child trained for war would be a bad idea, but it looks like I was wrong fortunately." Valor faintly smiling.

"Well, you lack the parental instinct, I can spot out an innocent child in an instant." She glances to Valor, faintly smiling.

"Haha, I guess so." He agrees.

One once a mother, holding a small one of closeness. Loathing her life of misery, that faintest light within her daughter. Reaching for the nigh impossible, pushing onward. Treading within the deepest of abyss, wings desiring to soar. Sorrowfulness for numerous years, laughter after so long. Valor sighing, gazing up into the starry sky. That miraculous view stretching across, connecting to each other. Stories over the passing time, mysteries hiding away. A pattern no less, that breeze of gentleness, a night of pleasantry. Emotions at ease, bliss in the presence of the other.

"It feels nice ya know, to have one normal night." He gently speaks.

Hearts of simpleness, feelings at the depths. Words inside of a lock, those yearning for an alternative. Confronting horridness of the past, shouting her soul. Acceptance of her path, unwillingness in remaining inside of a prison. Facing reality, holding onto the tiniest of possibilities. One learning of her past, painfulness upon her. Understanding of her suffering, those relaxing underneath the stars together. Cyra resting her vision on them, her smiling of warmness. Years upon years, two finally able in embracing in a moment of peacefulness, enjoying life at a pace of slowness.

"Indeed, it has been much too long." She pleasantly agrees.

Torment never ending, incomparable agony. Despair clawing away at her soul, hatred at her depths. Resisting the reason of another, continuously opposing. Abuse never ceasing, incapability of reaching out. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting the one of the present. Her distant eyes, resting herself against her companion. Turning his attention to the young woman, witnessing her closing vision. Dreadfulness eternally grabbing at her, her soul endlessly shouting, everything of a nightmare. Wishing for those happiest days, following the smallest of light.

"I just feel so tired...the fighting never stops..." Her heart of heaviness.

One of firmament, the other of the land. Those of differing worlds, a meeting of unlikeliness. Smiling once of brightness, despair at the depths. Words inside of a lock, yearning for an alternative to a night of horridness. A devil loathing the battlefield, having in taking up arms. Conflict never ceasing, pushing onward. That faintest light guiding her, sinking further into the abyss. Loneliness throughout the years, hatred at her core, a heart trying to maintain its softness. Realms dividing so long ago, things never of the same. Numerous passing time, one night of stressfulness at a rest. That deity in awareness on her suffering, strife day into day out. Wondering how much she is carrying, the innumerable amount of turmoil remaining out of sight.

"I know the feeling...once you're in...it's very hard to get out..." He slightly looks away.

"Hey, Val?" she softly speaks.

"Yeah?" he glances to her.

"When this is over...I want to go back to that place..." She sleepily states.

"Of course..."

Dreams of fleetingness, those once basking in the blissfulness of the wind. Feelings of freeness, wings soaring vast distances. A place of specialness in times of yore, heaven and earth meeting underneath a certain tree. Wind still within the memory, blades of grass swaying along. That light of warmness shining down, a flute drawing the attention of the one above. Regretfulness from the one of firmament, two walking away from the other. A deity wishing in righting that wrong, to embrace that desire so long ago. A possibility of events going differently, both continuously hoping for such. No matter of the future's direction, no matter of the morrow ahead, hope always in existence.

To return to that place once again, where it all began...where there is no worry, no sorrow. How many lives must I trample over to achieve this selfish desire? One? A hundred? A thousand? A million? I lost track...but there is no going back now. Only when every threat towards me falter...only then will that dream become a reality...