Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an abomination of an existence. Two from differing realms, emotions of simpleness. A devil rising high above, entering into the domain of a goddess. Challenging her, defeat of the result. Falling below, her hand of guidance reaching out, grabbing hold of his own. A promise between two, a competition of friendliness. Closeness over the passing time, embracing a life of blissfulness. Happiness for a moment, tragedy setting in. Events chaining together, that daughter of suffering. That grassy plain endlessly extending, Lævateinn standing tall in the background. A tree of importance, that object stretching high. Warmness of the sun shining down, Reynas residing underneath the tree. Deeply thinking, well in awareness on the situation in the world of the living. Ultima's seal, unnerving it is.

Those going the distance, desires driving the way. Opposition towards her own, that halfbreed resisting what is reason. Pushing onward, yearning for her deepest desire. Confronting the troubling past, her emotions flowing free, shouting her soul. An answer of actuality, happiness within it. Refusing in remaining, facing reality. A threat of graveness, the end of days approaching. That goddess' presence of necessity, one hope remaining. Difficulty to believe in the possibility, smallness within it. Time of littleness, Cyra still awakening to her power far within. A troubling sigh leaving her, Maria walking up to Reynas, residing behind. Confusion from the girl, wondering of her grandmother's problem.

"What is wrong?" she props her head in confusion.

Weakness in times of yore, powerlessness so long ago. Anger of deepness, that drive in opposing. Holding onto the tiniest of chances, forcing through the abyss. Tides of harshness, that faintest light guiding the way. One aligning herself as a devil, rising to heights far above her standing. Loathing the battlefield, potential incapable of reaching its fullest. No matter so, drawing out even more, clashing against her foes. Gazing back to the child, uncertainty in breaking the news. That woman turning in the girl's direction, considering the process. Time of shortness, necessary phases in combatting Ultima only of halfway. Unable in foreseeing such events, repercussions of it.

"It appears a grave threat is on the rise." Reynas reluctantly informing the child.

A weapon nearing, hope of littleness. Power of grandness, a way in erasing the NetherWorld. Goal in direction towards one, a devil becoming stronger. Ascending higher, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. Deepness of pain, hatred at her depths. Trying to maintainher heart of softness, her own reason in going forward. Others benefiting from her actions, grimness of the situation. Processing the response, pondering on the meaning of the message. That girl believing in her mother's capabilities, that she is able in overcoming any challenge. Distressing it is to the grandmother, wondering on the purpose.

"What do you mean?" she curiously questions.

Realms far from one another, those willing in pushing the distance. Desires of simpleness, something more emerging. Hearts once basking in the bliss of the wind, pleasantry of the past. Reprehensibility of a bond, a halfbreed coming from two. An abomination to numerous, preciousness to her parents. Years of conflict, weakness for so long. Refusing to endure any longer, resisting others, shouting her soul. Following the struggling of her child, Reynas closing her vision. Uncertainness in continuing onward, a situation of heaviness. A reason in telling the small one, importance in preparing herself for the worst possible result. Challenges of grandness, Cyra willing in pushing, a limitation to her efforts no less.

"I mean, there is someone that not even I believe your mother can defeat." Reynas looking down to the child, sadness from the vision of the goddess.

One loathing the battlefield, potential far inside. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, reaching for the faintest light. Treading within the endless blackness, steadily unleashing what is within. A heart trying to maintain its softness, hatred at her depths. Stepping away, shocking it is to the girl. Words from her grandmother, desperately trying not to believe believing. Slightly looking down, wondering of the possibility. Refusing in embracing this, holding onto the tiniest of chances. Moving forward, Reynas gazing upon the one of smallness. Determination from the child, holding her hands to her chest.

"Mom will win! She always does!" Maria declaring.

Hearts once in the wind, wings spreading afar. Soaring through the worlds, pleasantry in the presence of the other. Blissfulness for a moment, tragedy setting in. Words inside of a lock, feelings remaining within. Agony incomparable, suffering throughout the years. Unable in holding back, lateness in it all. Questions weighing on the mind, ascending once more. A plan coming into place, casting those worries away. Death taking the one of the land, that mother returning for her own. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torment. Strength within her daughter, Reynas slightly looking away. Feats of greatness, a threat of grandness. Those of the Nine Worlds, incapability together to bring down this foe. A goddess unable in returning to the battlefield, her child's existence linking with her own at the moment. Grimness of the situation, hope of littleness.

"She may possess the blood of both a deity and a devil, but she has not awakened to her full potential, try and understand this." Reynas softly speaks, her sympathetic eyes on the girl.

Hands up high, those basking in the greatness of the wind. Softness of the one below, timidness of the other above. Unlikeliness of their meeting, one of appreciation. Happiness for a moment, dreadfulness of the result. Years going by, one embracing her imperfections, selfishness guiding her way. Her heart screaming out, that deepest of desire in sight. Following the faintest light, yearning for times of yore. An entity giving hope to those without any, a voice to numerous. Loneliness throughout the years, her touch of gentleness. Refusing that message, the girl continuously holding on. A mother rising to the challenges, opposing the reason of others. Believing in the nigh impossible, memories of pleasantry. Those of youngness regarding their parents of highness, unsurprising it is. Continuously trusting in her mother, innocence in existence, chances almost nonexistent. Terribleness of the situation, yet Reynas extending her hand once more.

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"Very well, if you believe, I will believe as well." Reynas smiling at her.

Hearts once soaring together, emotions of simpleness. Dreadfulness throughout the years, yearning for an alternative. Hatred deep within, powerlessness so long ago. Opposing the reason of others, reaching for the smallest of light. One continuously rising to the challenges, reflecting a Tyrant from his youngest days. Hearing those words, that girl brightly smiling at the woman. Minuscule of the chances, Cyra constantly keeping her grasp, making that chance of a possibility, turning it into an actuality. That maiden approaching, Reynas noticing, her vision passing the child. Maria witnessing this, turning in the direction, her mother coming closer.

"Welcome, Cyra." Reynas smiling.

One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an object cursing those within its path. Two of differing realms, differences drawing them together. A life of blissfulness, that halfbreed coming into actuality. Pleasantness for a moment, despair in the next. Life of fleetingness, a daughter continuously rising. Standing in front of her mother, looking down, that blurry image of a child. Her distant eyes, unable in making them out. Hopefulness from the girl, seeing her mother's gaze in her direction. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, Cyra facing her attention to Reynas.

"Mother, I need some advice." She speaks in uncertainty.

Sorrow throughout the years, incomparable agony. Wings desiring to soar, a heart of softness. Selfishness guiding the way of the devil, that faintest light within her view. Seeking days of yore, an obstacle of grandness in her way. Time of shortness, unsettling emotions inside of her. One clashing against her enemies, ascending her power. Loathing the battlefield, embracing her hatred. Uncertainness of the goddess, knowing of the troubling situation of her daughter. Advice of limitation, wishing in keeping her child away from this battle. No matter so, that young woman fighting, resisting the rationality of others.

"Ultima Weapon, I know." Reynas speaks, her tone more of seriousness.

Power of greatness, actions of reprehensibility. Selfishness guiding the path, each having their own way in going forward. Desiring times of yore, a birth of a curse. Those of differing realms, happiness for a moment, dreadfulness in the next. Venturing in between the living and the dead, embracing what is within. Needing a hand of guidance, nodding in assurance in her mother's direction. Slimness of the chances, a threat reaching a world so far. An edge of necessity, a weight of intensity. Weakness so long ago, reaching for the tiniest of light. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming it. Softness still in existence, that will feverishly igniting.

"As it stands now, I do not believe I can win against it." She places her hand upon her waist.

Traveling throughout the years, a night constantly within her mind. Two walking away, tragedy setting in. Incapability of escaping, anger at her core. Desperation at hand, moving towards the faintest light. Freedom for a moment, returning for her own, a thousand years of torture. Reawakening once more, gods in direction to one. Embracing her path, despising the battlefield. Uncertainty of her possibility, searching for any way. Slightly looking away, Reynas expecting this. Surprising it is to the girl, hearing those words from her mother. An enemy of powerfulness, one admitting of it. Options to turn the battle, that goddess in awareness on them, such not of favorable solutions.

"There is one way to stop it for certain, well...two ways, but the second is very unlikely at this point." Reynas informing her.

Grimness of the situation, lives desperately fighting. Deities of extremity, actions in silencing one. An entity coming from two, blood of both a divine and that of a demon. Simpleness in times of yore, feelings growing over the passing time. A life of blissfulness, dreadfulness setting in. Despair for so long, that halfbreed rising to the numerous challenges, opposing logicality. Breeze of gentleness hitting against her, closeness in paying attention. Opportunities of an actuality, one not a plausible answer. Hopefulness no less, even if it is almost nonexistent, it is something worth holding onto.

"How?" Cyra questions more seriously.

Hearts once soaring in the endless wind, feelings within the presence of the other. Simplicity in those experiences, words within a lock. One patiently waiting, the other remaining inside of his shell. Dreams of similarity, both in agreement. Loss coming into the equation, companions confronting the other underneath the crimson light. A way in returning to those times of pleasantry, a devil willing in pushing. That girl's attention to Reynas, listening for any solution. Anything no less of betterment, one believing there is something she can do.

"The first of which, you have been visiting the reaction points. First the Tower of Time, then the Sunken Temple of Nirva, the last is the Tower of Eternity. All three of these points holds a secret in sealing away that beast, but this is for you to figure out." Reynas calmly states.

Points of reaction, each holding a secret. Her path of currentness, one more remaining. Slimness of the chance, yet a way in silencing this threat. Mysteries inside of the past, one resisting the reason of others. The heavy weight, selfishness leading her path. Yearning for times so long ago, wishes clashing with those of highness. Gazing into the eyes of her mother, slightly looking down, thinking on her message. Encrypting those words are, that goddess implying something. Littleness in caring of her emergence, no less her desires driving her way. That will in making it into an actuality, a choice not of consideration at the moment.

"And what is the second option?" Cyra questions, placing her hand upon her waist.

"Complete the trials, there is one trial in particular that will become a deciding factor. As it stands now, I fear your father will do something regrettable. There is still time, so make haste." Reynas warning.

Trials of the other way, both leading to conflict. This of the path of betterment, a heart despising the battlefield. One wishing in putting down her arms, seeking times of happiness. Forcing onward, shouting her soul. That father in an abyss of loneliness, actions of deplorableness of a possibility. Time still in place, a way in grabbing onto that light of slimness. Calmly closing her eyes, that maiden turning from her mother. Uncertainness in the count, one moving further into despair for now, unlocking what is resting far inside of her. Glancing back to her mother, those eyes of gentleness upon the goddess.

"Very well then...rest assure, I will bring father back to you." She faintly smiles.

A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming it. Years of conflict, a voice incapable of gaining assistance. Painfulness on the body, loss leading to that existence. Tears within the shadows, incomparable agony. Despising her father, trying for so long. A request of her mother's, that devil doing what she can. Those words of her daughter, that goddess feeling at ease, seeing the faith Maria has in Cyra. No matter of the danger, no matter of the fruitlessness of one's efforts, Cyra continuing onward. That maiden turning her attention ahead, heading deeper into this horror. A nightmare of eternity, but within it, a light certainly existing at the end of sadness.

This threat...I am uncertain whether or not I will be of success. Minuscule the chances might be, but I will try to take hold of it, and turn it into an actuality. Selfish these desires of mine are, but certainly a point connecting to everyone else's. Shortness of time, but this no less meaning hope. Heh...how funny really, still...I am no hero, far from it really.