Arriving on the bottom floor, the unpleasant smell. Dust building for years, webs around the corners, smaller dead animals in each direction. A dark path ahead, enough light reaching in.
The young woman standing in front of the vampire, her increasing suspicion. A slight tear to his eye, some frustration showing from him. An entity never changing, not letting up.
Continuously fitting together the pieces, pressing down the pressure. Slowly unraveling his identity, her clear displeasure.
"Argh! Seriously woman?! God...I still have a burn on my ass from years ago, and it almost healed too." Sighing in pain.
His words catching her interest, a mark upon someone. Leaving a deep wound, an injury recovering for numerous years. Her insecurity within, her unleashing rage.
This long night, a demon slipping, the maiden drawing closer to an answer. A chance of a coincidence, someone familiar with her. A small possibility, her certainty in it.
A solitary being, mostly conversing with only one. Her rising sentiments, nearing her conclusion, steadily solidifying her case.
"Hm? A burn you say?" she questions a bit more seriously.
Standing from the ground, a cold chill running down his spine. Turning from her, unease coming over him. A slipping of the tongue, revealing something else about himself.
Lying to her since the beginning, her hard efforts every step of the way. The time not right, that one from the deepest abyss slowly coming into reality. Importance in her return, an entity bringing demise in the wake of her despair.
An answer within her, a way to stop the eternal night. Something more, the bond of two linking in the shadows. Continuously shackling, her curse from birth. A being refusing to bind, fighting against her fate.
"Ah...nothing, just a very stupid action." Shrugging at her, shortly facing away.
Anya and the Queen looking at the other, shrugging at one another. A wound on the vampire, an event from the past. That maiden putting together the pieces, her growing suspicion.
Her penetrating gaze, one capable of striking fear into both allies and enemies. Sweat coldly running down the side of Aster's face, hesitantly glancing back to her. His intensifying heart rate, trying not to escalate the situation.
The young woman positioning her arms in a thinking posture, slightly turning away, her vision trailing his direction. Answers slowly coming to light, her steadily hardening case.
"Very well then, stay back." Cyra walking onward.
Sighing in relief, wiping the sweat from his face. Finally feeling air returning to him, his slowly settling heart rate. Days from the past, her tactics to break her targets bit by bit. The Elven and Queen thinking on the moment, shortly following the maiden.
The vampire scratching the back of his head, soon trailing along. Making their way to the end of the hallway, a group standing in the shadows. The young woman crouching to the ground, locking onto her enemies.
"Give me a moment." Glancing back to them.
Those three quietly stepping away, allowing her the necessary room. Foes in the shadows, a tactic making up for the shortage in support. The weight of the night, hearts resisting its madness.
The focusing maiden, her attention on the three dragons ahead. Patrolling guards, not aware of intruders. Needing to succeed, connecting her line.
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"Okay...all clear." The Queen whispering.
Glancing back at them for a moment, shortly shifting her vision onward. Revealing her blade, reflecting the image of a guard. Her target in sight, dashing onward.
Racing through the darkness, plunging her blade through the chest of a Dragonkin. Their meeting eyes, witnessing his life fading away. Her phasing body, an afterimage of herself rushing behind another.
Those trembling eyes of the person, the double lunging forward. Their blade piercing through his skull, severing the dragon's life. Sullying her hands, not wishing to do so. A body of importance, everything riding on the line.
The final Dragonkin slowly stepping away, his great fear. The young woman dashing to him, extending her hand. The turning guard, trying to escape.
Grabbing his arm, this one attempting to defend himself. Striking with his spear, her overwhelming force. Immediately raising him to the air, slamming him into the ground, cracking the tiles below. Her rushing weapon, plunging down into his head.
Shortly removing her sword, carefully looking around the room. Blood in her surroundings, the horrible stench within the passage. Hearing movements, turning to see Aster approaching her direction. The other two close behind him, this sight unsettling the Queen.
"We should get moving before more turn up." Folding his arms, slightly looking away.
These bodies to the woman's attention, her own kind meeting a terrible end. Agony to her heart, her only option to go forward. Infiltrating her kingdom, taking the lives of her people. The dusk growing stronger, this desperate situation.
That maiden despising every moment, having to progress. Her willingness to proceed, feverishly pursuing what is within. The Queen looking towards the young woman, holding her arms.
"I know...this group is much too suspicious. Let us...meet with the prince and fast..." The dragon's depressing voice, her vision a bit below.
Sadness filling the area, Anya lowering herself a bit. Moving up to the maiden, standing by her side. Her eyes on the Elven, that hope in their vision.
An entity from the past, constantly progressing. Shining light on the path for others, taking on the harshest sorrows. Not backing down, reaching for the faintest chance. The princess looking ahead, her sister's people no more.
"Sometimes, we have to make difficult decisions, Anya..." Cyra slightly looking away.
Battlefields filling with blood, a sight to take in. Those protecting their home, this desperate situation. Needing to proceed, having to retrieve the body of the late king. That Elven slightly looking down, understanding a bit more.
The young woman's attention to the Queen, witnessing her clear distress. A painful night, despair gripping at the soul. Giving this dragon a moment, allowing her to settle herself. Some passing time, the maiden stepping forward.
"Esther was it?" Cyra's hand to her chin.
"Yes, what is it?" her sad eyes to her.
The young woman folding her arms, looking to the ceiling, those many paths. Countless connecting platforms, a maze going on. Dragons possibly at every corner, this unsettling situation.
Hades moving closer to his goal, having to cautiously head on. Mighty beings in the night, each with their own direction. Their lives on the playing field, refusing to remain in silence.
"How far until we reach the throne room?" the maiden's hand on her waist.
That queen thinking for a moment, averaging their distance. Her hand to her chin, looking at certain markings. A difficult determination, the passing years skewing her perception. Days from the past, a path once in a better condition. Dragons having a difficult time, neglecting this route, allocating their resources elsewhere.
"It could be quite a way, we're at least a mile off." Her vision to the young woman.
The maiden slightly looking away, companions having much ground to cover. Needing to minimize their struggles, enemies certainly noticing on the way. Betting on Esther, this dragon knowing the direction. Little time with them, having to carefully proceed.
Foes growing stronger in the night, the bleeding moon magnifying them underneath its light. Hearts within the dusk, these few pushing onward. Resisting the reason of others, pressing towards a brighter morrow.
"That could take a bit of time."
The turning young woman, her vision on the path leading deeper into the castle. This dreadful night, constantly tormenting agony. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, a resolve connecting others.
Taking unpleasant actions, enduring those choices. Cyra glancing back to her comrades, her gentle yet confident eyes. Those walking alongside her in the darkness, their mutual feelings, reaching for the smallest light.
"Let us go, and be careful." The entity heading onward.
One willing to carry numerous sins, her slowly returning heart. Anya quickly following behind, this inspiring resolve to her. Little hope with them, one pushing onward.
Refusing to remain in silence, fighting against fate since her birth. A world crashing down all around them, continuously in pain. These small moments, embracing joy with others.