This dire situation, having to rise to it. One from the deepest of shadows, an answer existing within her. Two solutions towards the end, her slow progression.

Lucia expanding her wings, ascending high above. Looking down at her foes, circling them. Breathing fire on the area, scorching the field in flames.

That spreading fire, trapping the two in the arena, cutting off assistance. Unease from Esther, that hot fire, wishing for another way.

"Smart..." Aster scowling, stepping back.

The high fiery wall, a dragon solidifying her direction. This endless void, her frightening domain. Manipulating it to her will, proceeding onward in the night.

The young woman's careful eyes on her enemy, keeping her position in mind. Directing her blade forward, malice spiraling around her. Her radiating blackness, locking onto her foe. Witnessing malefic spears forming, Cyra and Anya stepping back.

"Perish..." Lucia's cold voice on them.

A heart knowing the greatest despair, constantly rising to her challenges. This one slowly returning to the surface, meeting her enemies. Those unleashing attacks, weapons racing to the two.

That maiden leaping onto a nearby platform, the princess flying around the assault. Numerous spears staking down, a wave of negativity rushing through. The increasing pressure, this unsettling battle.

Resisting its force, the young woman's attention on the dragon. That Elven ascending to her enemy, circling her. Her increasing speed, Lucia's careful vision on her.

Malice merging with the surrounding wind, an enormous malefic tornado swirling around the Dragon of Darkness. The demon extending her blade, locking onto her target.

Dashing onward, rapidly fading away, her soul rising in the stardust. Riding along the countless waves of the tornado, nearing her foe. Her opponent trailing the energy, seeing that force rushing at her.

That young woman materializing behind the dragon, her sword afar. Closing in, feeling this heavy pressure. Her enemy grabbing the maiden's arm, launching her into the endless void.

"Farewell, angel." Her calm voice.

Exerting blackness, manipulating the tornado. Firing it at her, this approaching attack. The princess squawking in concern, Esther's unease at the sight.

Aster folding his arms, his sharp gaze. Deep below, those malefic blades rapidly colliding into the young woman. Her deep emotions, walking along her dark path. Those crimson eyes in the shadows, her awareness on the presence.

The Seraph with her, their vision on one another. Both nodding in agreement, that angel watching her run forward. Darkness wrapping around the demon, paving her way forward. A warm light shining through the void, everyone's eyes on the situation.

The dragon's unease, witnessing both divinity and corruption in the maiden. This sentiment striking at her core, despair grabbing at her. From deep below, the devil ascending.

Those harsh malefic winds trying to bind her. Lucia pulling away, narrowly evading the attack. That young woman rapidly spiraling, her massively expanding wings. Breaking through the attack, stopping in place.

A warm light enveloping the void, those pure white wings displaying, her divine feathers bathing the endless blackness. Floating high, her calm vision on her foe. Excitement from Anya, relief from the Queen. Those slightly shaking eyes of the dragon, this horrifying presence.

"What are you...?" Lucia trembling.

One from the deepest of darkness, her steadily returning presence. Divinity and malevolence at her core, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires.

No matter the morrow, this entity relentlessly persisting. Gazing at her hand, these conflicting energies burning from her, building on one another. Her experiences in the night, clashing against countless foes.

An encounter with herself, a guardian protecting her. Following her heart, refusing to run. Making her way forward, feverishly pursuing her path.

"What am I you ask...? Hard to say really, but know...—"

An entity within the night, seeking after her past. Her igniting resolve, not backing down. Those flowing emotions within her, memories of her distant days slowly surfacing.

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Wishing to return to those pleasurable times, her willingness to proceed. One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Continuously taking a step onward, reaching for the slimmest light.

The demon's slightly stern expression, darkness wildly raging, divinity dancing around it. Lucia trembling at the pressure, her vision on her enemy high above.

"—I am the night, I am the embodiment of corruption itself. And all who stands before me will fall to their knees, begging as I crush them beneath my feet." Her chilling voice.

"Cyra..." Aster distantly lowering his head, gripping his upper arm.

Her efforts over her years, enduring the harshest actuality. Opposing her enemies, withstanding her pain. Constantly falling, rising stronger than before.

Her once truly bright smile, a facade replacing it. That person slowly returning, seeing her again for a bit. Her great torment, the vampire wanting to right a wrong. Two long ago, their separation on a certain night.

One descending into sorrow, another unable to do anything. Witnessing her unrelenting direction, eventually bringing an end to the gods.

That dragon shaking a bit, this fear coming over her, the deeply striking voice from the maiden. Someone ascending to her challenge, her powerfully burning wishes.

A heart loathing the battlefield, yet needing to persist. Lucia slowly floating back, keeping a careful eye on her enemy. Another development, that demon's strength rising once more, constantly growing stronger through battle.

Her will from long ago, her heart crying out again. This crushing despair, Esther's unease. Anya flying around, these sentiments pressing against her. Infinite sins in the maiden, those endlessly flowing desires.

"Come, and witness true corruption." Cyra extending her blade, her eyes piercing into her foe.

Blackness within her, embracing what is within. Her shining divinity, both swirling around the other. Those within the night feeling her crushing pressure, fear clawing away at them.

Panic ensuing, countless fleeing, some rising to the challenge. That blood moon bathing the dusk, one from old steadily returning, her image coming back to their awareness. Lucia seeing those eyes, her shaking heart.

The weight of the maiden's sins, one accepting the corruption inside of her. Questioning it, the young woman possessing great hatred. An entity resisting demonization, pushing towards her goal, riding on the edge of oblivion.

"Anya, stay back." That devil glancing to the princess.

Her confusion at the maiden, this increasing malevolence to her attention. Wanting to assist her, seeing those calm eyes, someone from old reflecting from it.

Her painful heart, her despairing soul. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, a demon constantly opposing the reason of others. Reaching for the slimmest chance, shouting what is within.

"Okay..." Some reluctance from Anya.

Her intensifying malice, divinity meeting it in kind. An abomination of an existence, a calamity on the worlds. One from the deepest shadows steadily showing her presence, engraving her soul into countless once more.

Anya descending, flying away from the field. Light and darkness rushing out, striking the surroundings flames. Quelling it, the Elven shortly landing on the sideline. That young woman's return drawing closer, the vampire knowing well.

Each battle going by, one from old slowly reaching her way into reality. Her confrontation with Hades, his action setting into place the Countdown to Ruin.

"Fear, that is how she commands the battlefield..." Aster slightly looking away.

"Fear?" Esther turning her attention to him.

"This battle will answer that same question." That person gesturing his hand onward.

Engraving fear into her enemies, her sounding emotions. The Queen's vision to the battle, witnessing Lucia's hasty movements, her immensely burning malevolence.

Rushing around the field, barraging the maiden from every direction. That devil deflecting each strike, her calm gaze on her target. Her rising sentiments, understanding the dragon's resolve.

This chilling sight to Esther, the young woman quickly adapting to her opponent. Pushing beyond her limit, ascending to her challenge.

"Cyra...is someone without limits. Whatever mistake she makes, it is quickly corrected, and she immediately adjusts." Aster folding his arms.

Witnessing her progress, someone clashing against the strongest foes. Not backing down, surpassing her challenges. Constantly breaking past her boundaries, opening the gateway to higher evolution.

Many trembling against her power, that entity's feverish determination. Lucia's many illusions, those doubles surrounding the demon from every end. Closing in on their foe, the maiden locking onto her opponent.

Binding the dragon's arm, this shocking situation. Hurling her enemy to the ground, aiming her offhand to her. Discharging intense electrical energy, this power surging through the devil. Her calm vision, her increasing emotions.

"Begone."

Her cold penetrating voice, the demon unleashing an enormous electrical energy ball. This force rushing at the dragon, striking down at them. That enemy crashing into the land, its force trapping her in an electrical prison.

Pain tearing away at Lucia, her will against it. Malice rising from deep within the Dragon of Darkness, blackness burning from her, extending from her body.

The young woman's calm vision on her target below, this immense pressure crushing the void. The vampire stepping away, unease from him, resisting her devastating force.

"What exactly is she...? This ancient power..." Aster stammering a bit.

The softly crying princess, falling to her knees, her wings closing in around her. Esther descending to her knees, trying to catch her breath. This immense pressure, the maiden carefully observing the occurrence.

A curse on the dragon, her power greatly magnifying from the Eternal Night. Her greatly protruding malice, her heart despising every moment.

Lucia's blackening eyes, a terrifying roar ripping through the void. Her shattering prison, those dispersing participles. That demon floating back a bit, taking caution to the situation. Dark scales covering her enemy, large wings emerging.

Malevolence shrouding the Dragon of Darkness, that person rushing high into the air. Everyone's vision far above, their foe revealing herself from the malice. An enormous black dragon, her true form.