Their eyes on their surroundings, shortly shifting their attention onward. A few floating platforms, blocks detailing a small path. That maiden folding her arms, carefully inspecting the area. A black pentagram burning at the center of a block, that light extending high above.
Shortly witnessing Lucia walking out of it, her stern vision on them. This great pressure from the dragon, Cyra feeling it. One lurking in the shadows, embracing the blackness around her.
"Esther, you have returned with the enemies, why?" her strict tone.
This pressure from Lucia, her showing anger. A dragon leading outsiders inside, a crisis amongst the Dragonkins. Firmly holding down her hands, awaiting an explanation. An offense against her race, that Queen in awareness.
Stepping forward, expanding her arms to her old friend, trying to reason with her. Those days from the past, holding onto their connection, hoping for leniency.
"They are not enemies, please return my husband's body, keeping it here will only endanger this kingdom." Esther urging.
Those distant days, three great friends. Circumstances separating them, one returning, her presence before the Dragon of Darkness. Truth in her words, that body a threat to the kingdom.
Understanding her concern, Raphael requesting it of her. That person from long ago now a threat, bringing enemies into the home of the dragons. Her actions until the current point, Lucia's stern expression.
"Those with you assassinated our people, no matter the reason, it is an unforgivable action." Swinging out her arm.
A dangerous body, needing this piece within their grasp. A dragon bringing others with her, killing her own. Stifling her sorrow, her reason for coming this far.
Proceeding in this despair, tackling her challenges. Her rising resolve, that maiden giving her the courage to do so. Walking down a difficult path, Lucia witnessing the Queen's direction.
The vampire moving onward a bit, defensively holding up his hands. Everyone looking to him, wondering on his message.
"Let's just get this out there—" Aster gesturing his hand to Cyra.
A promise from old, that nearing time. Needing her to awaken, this opportunity before him. Setting this weight, a way to reduce the burden on their allies.
That maiden's confusion to him, slightly tilting her head. Carefully thinking on his action, something more within it. Those coming to this place, taking the lives of dragons.
A hostile situation, betting on one from the deepest of darkness. An eternally reverberating soul, not backing down from her challenges.
"—she assassinated them, not us." The vampire clarifying.
His eyes slightly to her, that young woman catching it. Understanding his reason, accepting it. Familiar actions from him, her growing suspicion.
Accepting her part in it, taking on the burden. An entity descending to the land, bringing forward an eternal night. Trying to right a great wrong, while also seeking after her greatest desire.
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A confusing situation to Anya, wondering on the purpose for hostility. Everyone sharing a similar goal, those wishing to return the world to normal. A dividing line between them, ideals clashing against each other.
"You all share the same responsibility. As such, this void will be your demise." Lucia coldly assuring them.
Those heartbreaking words to the Queen, her past seeming so far away, actions separating those once close. Everything slowly drifting away, a trio of friends no more. Pain gripping at her heart, that woman continuing to push onward.
Steadily inhaling and exhaling, gathering her nerves. Turning her attention to the young woman, danger increasing the longer the night goes on. That maiden glancing to her, both agreeing on the way to go forward.
"Once Lucia makes up her mind, there is no changing it. Be careful, she is the Dragon of Darkness, one of the most powerful beings." Esther folding her arms.
"There are limited platforms to move on, which means aside from Anya. Only one of us can battle..." Cyra carefully assessing the situation.
Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, observing the area. Her enemy ahead, this arena on display. A race winning battles through their own values, these swirling sentiments within her.
Her boiling blood, this blackness around her. Racing in its vastness, that Seraph with her. Watching her approach her past, rushing past those mirroring walls. A disadvantageous field, this situation limiting participants.
"All of you stay back, there is not enough room." Cyra glancing behind, her hand on her waist.
Deciding on her direction, that one from the shadows. Those crimson eyes, blackness surrounding her. Reaching for the surface, nearing it with each passing hour.
Companions nodding their agreement, stepping away from the field. Lucia's eyes on the young woman, bearing witness to the malice burning from her. Unease gripping at her, darkness deeper than her own.
Her slightly quivering heart, those eyes fiercely penetrating her. That demon on her side, aiming her blade onward. Her unwavering will, the Dragon of Darkness careful gaze on her.
"So the angel fights." Lucia extending her arm.
A mysterious devil, her many identifications. Secrets hiding away in the past, steadily awakening to what is within. This malice around her, its familiar feeling.
Blackness grabbing at her heart, her rising despair. Hatred at her core, that will to oppose taking hold. Two mighty entities meeting on the battlefield, their ferocity towards the other.
Their malevolence lashing out, clashing against one another. This person before Lucia, the pinnacle of the corruption. Someone damning the worlds long ago, all for a chance to achieve her deepest desire.
"Lucia, we do not wish for any conflict. However, if you persist, an appropriate punishment will be given." Cyra's calm voice.
A dragon pressing onward, doing the best to assist her old friend. That maiden embracing these emotions, understanding it well. Loathing the battlefield, wishing for a peaceful resolution. This situation before her, needing to push forward.
Anya ascending into the air, flying to the young woman. The Dragon of Darkness observing her enemy, carefully trailing the princess. Witnessing her landing at the demon's side, that Elven taking caution to her opponent.
"I accept whatever punishment comes my way, I will not allow you anywhere near Raphael." Lucia's strict tone on the devil.
A bond between two old friends, both going any distance for the other. That young woman understand this, her heart wishing for a different solution.
The intensifying night, her increasing hatred for the battlefield. Everyone having their own way forward, believing in their reason. Acknowledging her foe's own, rising to this challenge.
Anya spreading her stance, scraping her claw against the ground. Increasing pressure crushing down, two against their enemy.
"Anya, be careful. Keep out of range, do not engage this dragon in close combat." Cyra glancing to the princess.
"Okay..."
The Queen's painful eyes, witnessing the situation ahead. A trio once close, friends in the older days. Her paining heart, her clawing despair.
Shifting her gaze to the Elven, her rising concern. Both sides proceeding, neither backing down. Each reaching for their goal, forcing against the other. Folding her hands, Esther praying for any positive outcome.
Horror in the eternal night, a dusk bringing nightmares into reality. Aster understanding Lucia's position, yet little time being with them. Enemies in the shadows growing stronger, requiring the king's body to end this war.