Her careful eye on her enemy, this formidable dragon. Malice tearing away at the beast, this deep hatred within her. A heart trying to maintain itself, resisting her curse, an unfathomable power in exchange for the tormenting night.

That loudly roaring enemy, malevolence crashing down on the battlefield. This feeling within the maiden, her willingness to meet the challenge.

One from the farthest abyss slowly coming into reality, taking her stand at the top again. No matter of the threat, that entity constantly finding the smallest chance, turning it into an actuality.

"This pressure...what is someone like her doing in this world...?" Aster falling to his knee, holding himself up with his right hand.

"Lucia has always been very powerful, gaining the title of Dragon of Darkness. A curse of a birth. Valkyrie has to hurry, before she goes berserk...!" Esther frowning in unease.

The vampire glancing to her, those chilling words to him. His awareness on the price, one never able to truly live the life they wish. Constantly gripping torment, those like herself continuously rising to the challenge.

Desiring for their wish within, pain forever grabbing at the heart. Darkness thickly surrounding the dragon, malice rushing out, clashing with the maiden's energies. Divinity and corruption battling against the immense exertion, this foe trying to keep her sanity.

"Lucia...I understand that pain all too well..." Cyra's soft voice.

Words reaching the dragon, her unyielding rage. That will to meet the conflict at hand, a strongly burning resolve. One from the farthest shadows, her soft heart, never relenting to the threat.

That intensifying darkness from the young woman, this overtaking her divine force. Rebellion crying out, Reviver connecting to the sword in kind.

Directing her blade at her foe, the demon's slightly sharp gaze. Two mighty entities in a dark void, both clashing for their deepest desire.

"You can grow as large as you want, you can gather as much power as you want. But against me, it is pointless." Her mild tone.

Her message ringing through the vampire, her awakening coming closer. To meet her again, his heart yearning for it, to right a great wrong.

Wanting to truly face her, the weight of her despair still crushing down on him. Her request to him, that time nearing its end. Lucia expanding her wings, rushing at the maiden.

Diving towards her, that dragon hastily circling her target. Manipulating the surrounding malevolence, unleashing an inferno of negativity, this spiraling around the demon.

The young woman's offhand forward, shielding herself in a dark barrier. Calmly floating in place, witnessing the beast flying above. Generating malefic fire in her jaws, launching the assault at the center.

Blades of wind reacting to the flames, the expanding attack, trapping the maiden in a black prison. Glancing around, her sharp vision. The compressing assault, this devastatingly releasing.

An explosion ripping through the void, shockwaves crashing against Aster, Anya, and Esther. Those companions blocking the intensity, struggling underneath the immense force.

"Uggh...Cyra...!" the vampire uneasily scowling.

Urgency from the princess, trying to withstand the energy. A curse of an existence, one fighting against the night. Unfathomable power from the dragon, a beast resisting the harsh battle.

Her slowly fading sanity, yearning to be there for her old friend, her purpose in her direction. The eternal night magnifying her power, that loudly roaring being, malice raging in every direction. Desperately resisting the dusk, pain crushing her mind.

"This is even more than I can possibly expect...!" Esther struggling against the massive force.

The slowly clearing smoke, that demon facing down on the platform, her fading negative energy. That dragon in the air, gazing at her target, slowly calming.

Descending to the earth, landing on it. This heavily shaking area, the beast looking at the young woman, growling at her. Moving onward, intending to finish the job.

Esther's shaking eyes, an assault overwhelming the maiden. Unease gripping at her core, hope steadily fading away.

"Valkyrie...!" the Queen's trembling eyes.

Anya lowering her wings, her eyes to the battle, shock from her. An unbelievable sight, the young woman lying there. Urgently squawking, the Elven's desperately pounding heart.

Aster stepping forward, his extending hand to her. His vision shortly catching something, fixating on the situation. From the darkness, that devil face down. A divine feather falling to her, touching her body.

Its shining light, those crimson eyes watching from the shadows. The Iconoclast materializing, folding her arms. That Seraph at her side, their eyes on her.

"Remember Cyra, you are not alone. Allow us to give onto you strength, just like you did for us." The angel's soft smile, her hand to her chest.

"There is still much for you to do, so rise even stronger." The Iconoclast's hand on her waist.

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These two with her, their guiding presence. Those warm hands reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Others waiting for her, her dear companions.

Having to push onward, their faith in her. Standing on a dark road, these individuals lighting her way. Her eyes to them, their visions on her, encouraging her onward. Softly smiling, her gaze shifting to the mirror wall next to her.

These steadily returning memories, warm sentiments to her heart. Shortly running forward, reaching for the light at the end of this darkness.

"Wait a minute..." Aster leaning forward a bit.

Lucia standing before the maiden, looking down at the devil. The dragon's burning desires, yearning for her pleasant days again. Her steadily fading sanity, putting her trust in Raphael.

Bearing her fangs, lunging down at the young woman. Her deep pulse, malice and divinity secreting from her. That beast soon stopping her movements, a sharp feeling to her. Her attention below, those serious eyes on her enemy.

The demon slightly upward, an electrical energy blade extending from her right hand, piercing through her foe's chest.

"Valkyrie...!" Esther stepping forward in shock.

"Cyra!" Anya cheering.

"I will not fall here, Lucia." Her soft voice on the dragon.

Their eyes on the other, fear in the beast. Darkness slowly fading from Lucia's body, the dragon steadily stepping away. Coughing up blood, falling to the ground.

Her weak vision ahead, witnessing the maiden standing from afar. One from the deepest of abyss slowly rising once more, meeting a powerful challenge.

Her will to oppose taking hold, these swirling sentiments around her. Aiming her sword at the dragon, that enemy desperately trying to stand, her body failing her.

"The pain will only last an instant..." Cyra's soft voice.

Echoing words, these flowing sentiments. Another guiding force, someone with her. Their soft tone, encouraging the maiden. Their meeting eyes, that person's long blonde hair and red eyes, wearing similar armor.

Shifting her attention ahead, malice surrounding the young woman, rushing in every direction. Countless materializing weapons, these spreading far. All aiming at the enemy, the dragon weakly on her feet.

Blood dripping to the platform below, her wildly raging darkness. Loudly roaring, that devil unleashing the assault, numerous weapons rushing at her foe.

Lucia on her hind-legs, expanding her mighty wings, releasing negativity. Malevolence crashing against the attacks, those weapons falling to the ground, staking everywhere.

The dragon descending to her feet, this graveyard around her, her eyes on the demon ahead. Those companions stepping forward, witnessing Cyra sticking Rebellion into the land.

"I understand your emotions well. Even so, I must follow my own desires..."

Someone else by her side, a great demon. His long white hair and azure eyes, these familiar feelings to her. Those two beside her, sensing their malice and divinity.

Her uncertainty on them, their gentle smile to her. That Seraph facing away behind her, her soft grin. Embracing what is within, the young woman's attention onward.

Those pure white wings massively expanding, a warm light washing over the field. Lucia's unease, her slowly blurring vision.

The demon locking onto her target, rushing forward, grabbing a blade. Nearing her foe, that enemy's claw racing towards her. Colliding through Lucia, spilling blood along the land.

Moving around the graveyard, gripping one weapon after the next. Striking the beast from every angle, an onslaught of attacks tearing away at them.

The devil appearing in front of her opponent, swiftly unleashing an uppercut, launching the dragon into the air. Darkness and divinity binding the enemy high above. That demon facing away, closing her eyes.

"Much like yourself, I have something I must accomplish..."

Drawing closer to her past, those mirrors around her. The slowly clearing images, her deeply beating chest. Running down her path, reaching for what is within. Her body breaking away, her soul soaring above in the rising stardust.

Malice concentrating all around, those crimson eyes massively revealing in the void. Dark lances rushing down, striking the dragon. Crashing her into the ground, this excruciating pain on the beast.

That maiden taking form high above, extending her right hand. Calling Rebellion to her, gripping the hilt of her blade. Locking onto her target, raising her sword over her opposite shoulder, shortly descending on her foe.

Lucia's horrific vision, tears coming to her eyes. Colliding down into her, plunging her blade through the body of her enemy. Blackness and light compressing, soon violently releasing, shaking the endless void.

Raphael...

These two conflicting energies, her raging emotions. A comforting light washing over the area, everything shortly clearing. The young woman standing there, her gentle eyes on a floating dark orb.

Three with her, witnessing her direction. These sincere sentiments from Lucia, the maiden feeling it. Doing her best, trying to grasp her fate to her will. Extending her hands, the demon holding the malefic orb in her palms.

Her other three companions eyes on her, seeing her soft side. Two hearts connecting in darkness, their presence before the other. Lucia's sad eyes, her pleading voice to the devil.

"I will try my best Lucia. However, there is no guarantee..." Cyra's hand on her waist, slightly looking away.

Silence from the dragon, gripping her upper arm, her head below. These feelings to the maiden, those powerful emotions. Time growing short, the night becoming stronger.

The outcome of this conflict, the maiden expecting resistance from Raphael. Wishing for a different way, her solution to the current situation. Holding the dark orb to her chest, Lucia floating into her body, this slowly fading energy.

That one at her depths, her great dread. A worsening problem, the demon thinking on possibilities. Esther looking away a bit, her hand to her chest. Losing a friend, her painful heart.

"If that is your choice, then I will support you..." Aster turning, his faint smile.

Not taking the easy way out, that one from the farthest darkness. Walking down her path, refusing to remain in silence. Rushing onward in the madness, reaching for the smallest light.

Fighting against her shackles, her soul yearning for the endless sky. These emotions from Lucia flowing through her, wanting to fulfill them. An unlikely chance to negotiate with Raphael, yet this demon proceeding forward with the slim possibility.

Anya flying to Cyra, excitement from her. Landing in front of the maiden, gazing at her in relief, this person besting one challenge after the next.

"I apologize for worrying you." Cyra faintly smiling.

"It's okay..." Anya sighing.

These people with her, their presence in the abyss. Her gratefulness to them, this warm feeling to her heart. Her eyes on the Seraph, shortly shifting it to the great demon and divine entity. Both nodding towards her, those three shortly fading out of sight.

Softly smiling, her hand to her chest. Facing away, her attention onward. A pathway of crystal revealing, leading to a portal to the hallway of the castle. These sins within her, accepting them. Pushing forward, nearing her past.

"Let us go." Her gentle vision behind.

"Right..." Esther agreeing.

"You were always the most ferocious opponent, but you also have the most gentle heart..." Aster smiling a bit.

A heart on the wind, resisting the shackles trying to bind it. Her great sins, her will to persist. Despair gripping at her soul, agonizing pain returning to her attention. Not shying away, tackling it. Embracing these emotions inside of her, this building hatred.

Understanding the sentiments of others, the countless suffering souls. A curse taking away their joyful days, an entity relating to them. Seeking after her desires, carrying the hopes and dreams of others.