Wrongs from the past, sins eternally on the soul. One rising from the depths, challenging the gods high above. Her clawing despair, her increasing emotions. Steadily returning into actuality, her soft heart, her great hatred.
In the endless void, on the crystal path. The young woman's dispersing wings, those pure feathers falling below. This pressure in the void, the energy from the portal ahead.
Magi's on their way, the maiden's awareness on it, this unnerving situation. That Queen folding her arms, confronting the devil. Her concerning expression, Anya following behind.
Unease from everyone, these allies picking up on the demon's distress. The sighing vampire, his hand behind his head, his attention on the approaching enemies.
"What is wrong, Valkyrie?" Esther's worrying voice.
Her vision on her companions, concern on each of their faces. Her power not enough, those approaching threats. Her many challenges, this one growing stronger throughout the night. Gods knowing her potential, their desperate action.
The maiden's awakening still coming, these enemies pushing their pieces onto the chessboard. That devil refusing to give in, carrying the hopes and dreams of her friends.
"We have a critical problem at hand, the Magi's are on their way." Her hand on her waist.
"The Magi's...? Themselves...?" the Queen shockingly stepping back.
Entities from the heavens descending, their direction towards the young woman. That slowly returning person, her scarring soul on countless. Her voice from those distant days, her never relenting heart. Reaching for her desires, opposing the rationality of her enemies.
No matter of the chance, this individual constantly grabbing hold of the nigh impossible, bringing forward a miracle. The devil glancing back to the vampire, someone familiar with the Magi's power, his grim look.
"This is bad...in our current condition, we might as well be easy targets for these bastards..." Frustration from him.
Anya feeling the unrest, those expressions on her friends. Seeing the maiden's uncertainty, her slowly sinking heart. Lowering herself a bit, fear coming over her. That demon surpassing her challenges, this proving a barrier to her.
A problem unnerving the princess, her slipping hope. The Seraph facing away from the young woman, folding her arms. Watching this development, wondering on the demon's path. That devil analyzing the situation, her sharp gaze.
"They have not revealed themselves yet, it is likely an ambush. Everyone, stay on guard. We are approaching the final phases of the war, a battle against the gods themselves." Cyra folding her arms.
Esther distressingly holding the side of her head, her quivering heart. An unfavorable situation, the young woman's burning resolve. Not remaining quiet, her sounding soul. Reaching for the smallest chance, running down her dark path.
Those mirroring walls, stopping at an intersection. Her shifting surroundings, finding herself on the platform of memories. Her eyes on it, these sentiments in her. Her hands to her chest, the maiden nearing her past.
"We will succeed, I will not let anything happen to you all." Her soft voice on them.
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Her companions eyes towards her, faintly smiling at her. Someone giving hope to them, tackling challenges above herself. Finding a way to succeed, pushing against the cruel night.
Her will to oppose, those endlessly flowing emotions rising to the surface. That one from days of yore, Aster seeing her again. Her powerful resolve, a hand reaching out to countless.
Her deep pain, a person traveling in an eternal abyss. Her willingness to stand, fighting against the conflict. Refusing her fate, seeking after her deepest desire, her brightly shining light.
"A bunch of misfits we are, and that is okay, there is no challenge that cannot be surpassed. As an old friend of mine would say, 'let's give em hell.'" Faintly smiling, extending her hand forward.
This person before them, someone continuously making the nigh impossible possible. Eternally the enemy, constantly pushing forward. Rising from the depths, her endless suffering, turning it into power. Her soft heart, her strong desires.
These selfish emotions leading her onward, blanketing those around her. That devil extending a hand to others, opposing the reason of her enemies. Aster faintly smiling, putting his hand forward.
"Right, go big or go home." Brightly grinning.
Anya and the Queen looking at the other, smiling at one another. Hope renewing in them, that dragon pushing her hand forward, the Elven doing the same with her claw. That Seraph behind the maiden, her soft smile.
Watching her run down her direction, a person making some valuable friends. Far above, in the palace within the heavens. Inside the throne room, four Magi's circularly floating at the center of the room, their grim expressions.
"She defeated the Dragon of Darkness, and her power raised again, it was a good call to act now." The fourth Magi's serious vision.
One growing stronger in the night, her feverish resolve. Fighting through her challenges, refusing to remain in silence. Steadily returning, seeking after her deepest desire again.
Making some friends along the way, extending her hand to others. An entity able to perform miracles, her frightening display in the past.
The Magi's plan coming apart, their desperate move. Witnessing her growth, one without limits. That demon from long ago, someone scarring her soul into countless.
"Right, the rest is up to Bethlehem, Indra, and Balthasar." The seventh Magi agreeing.
One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Pain eternally on her, those emotions inside of her.
An entity engraving her mark into history, becoming a nightmare for everyone. An Iconoclast, someone seeking after her deepest desire, clashing against the reason of her enemies.
A demon embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, shouting her soul. A truly terrifying foe, the worlds learning her resolve.
Deep below, within Raphael's castle. Those few in the endless void, Cyra, Aster, Esther, and Anya. These four in front of the portal, their eyes towards the other, nodding in agreement. The
Queen and princess leaving first, their willingness to face the threats ahead. That maiden and Aster turning their attention to each other, a familiar warmth coming over the young woman. Facing away from him, the vampire's direction to the portal.
"Keep fighting, until the very end, that is the Cyra I know." Faintly smiling, walking through the gate.
His ringing words, that devil's hand to her chest. Her vision upward to the endless void, these deep sentiments in her, her growing suspicion.
This warmth around her, safety even in the harshest battles. Her hazy memories, these strongly growing feelings.
Standing on the platform of memories, three with her. That Seraph, the other the Iconoclast, the last her old friend. Steadily returning to the surface, these burning emotions.
"If it is you, then I shall wait until you are ready..."
Facing the portal, the young woman walking onward. Shortly finding herself in the hallway of the castle, those companions there. Their path towards the Prince of Dragons, statues of him and Lucia along the walls.
Paintings from a range of time, those close partners. Feeling the many emotions in this place, these friends with the demon, their high spirits. Moving forward, the maiden stopping a bit ahead, placing her hand on her waist.
"Let us go." Glancing back to them, softly smiling.
Hearing those words, everyone following behind her, that young woman heading onward. Light existing in deepest of darkness, words forever to her heart.
Shining this onto numerous, these connecting sentiments. Breaking through her challenges, ascending higher. Her strong resolve, reaching after her old days. Feverishly resisting the night, someone turning the smallest chance into an actuality.
Come Magi's, I will show you, that my soul can never be quelled. There is light in the deepest of darkness, these words will forever remain true...