Her overflowing emotions, her hatred far within. One fighting through the night, painful events returning to her attention. Those blissful times coming closer, her will to force onward, pushing towards a brighter tomorrow.
Extending her offhand, malevolence tearing away at her arm. Its massively expanding form, shortly revealing another enormous shadowy claw of a dragon.
Her pulsing veins, darkness burning even brighter. Rebellion and Reviver crying out, sharing in her agony. Immediately aiming her offhand at Balthasar, his instantly stopping movements, his hasty heart.
"Always...time and time and again...—" lowering her head.
Her building sorrow, hatred extending from her voice. A curse from birth, her foggy memories steadily coming back. A heart in bondage, wishing for freedom.
Endless conflict throughout the years, that platform of memories radiating a gentle light. The maiden's sad eyes on the many blurry images, some becoming more clear by the moment, her deep grief.
"I am tired of this...tired of the fighting...tired of this endless conflict...—" crushing down on Bethlehem's head.
A never ending cycle, a heart forever resisting. Days from old, an entity from the heavens destroying a family of three. The growing child, someone eventually learning the truth.
Her desire for her happiest days, choosing to go for it, forcing against her fate. The screaming Magi, her intensifying grip. Indra rushing at her, surrounding her in a wall of fire.
Flames burning tall, his uneasy vision. A shadowy figure approaching, their eyes above. Her talon bursting through, instantly grabbing the god of fire's head.
"—all for what...? To play into some fate? Apologies, I command my own life, my own direction--!" pressing down on both of their skulls.
Her hatred for the battlefield, those strongly persisting desires, enduring her crushing pain. Walking down her dark path, yearning for the light at the end of the abyss.
Reaching for her joyful days, her powerfully burning will. The screaming deities, darkness ripping away at them. Horror in Balthasar, someone unable to do anything.
A mistake to target her from the beginning, her strength but a fraction from her original. That one constantly growing stronger, eternally engraving her soul into countless.
"—I will keep pushing forward! And grab hold of my desires!" her voice echoing through them.
A devil from long ago, an individual once filling with love for the worlds. Her crumbling life, living years in bondage. Eventually refusing to remain in silence, shouting her soul. Flowing fragments from her memories, tears spilling in an abyss.
The young woman crushing down on the two Magi's skulls, her intensifying malice. Spilling blood, that crimson liquid streaming from her claws. Silence in their shrills, azure and crimson energies soon floating in her palms.
Balthasar's uneasy gaze, watching the forces absorb into her body. The Magi's screams far within her, a prison inside of her. Shortly facing the last foe, her left claw reverting to normal, soon placing her first on her waist.
One walking in the farthest darkness, standing on the brink of oblivion. A person eternally resisting, her resolve reaching into reality, someone turning the tiniest chance into an actuality.
"Balthasar." Her cold voice.
One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, her hand reaching for a simple wish. Great pain on her body, her strongly burning fury. That unwavering resolve, her will to meet her challenges.
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Sweat running down the side of the Magi's face, someone with no support any longer. The Iconoclast, this horrifying opponent. An individual pressing forward, accepting her role as an enemy, drawing closer to her deepest desire.
"There are those that fight because they have to, not because they wish to." Cyra extending her claw afar.
Dark and light, two forces in one. Both swirling around one another, shining the way towards tomorrow. Balthasar ascending into the air, expanding his arms.
His flowing energy, trying to limit her range in movement. Her calm gaze on him, lightning descending on her. Her harshly flowing aura, pulling in his power.
Assimilating it into her body, his trembling vision. Hastily moving, instantly appearing above her foe. Heavily striking a kick, hitting him onto the platform. Shortly landing, her sharp gaze on him.
"Fate is but a fool's word--!" her chilling tone.
Running along her path, many around her. These people over her years, their guiding hand to her. This blissful warmth in her, locking onto her route. Racing to her target, the rising Magi.
Revealing the blades in her shoes, slicing into him. Spilling blood along the floor, soon backflip kicking him high. His shaking eyes, that one below.
"--Even if I am eternally the enemy...--!!" ascending to him.
A heart forever pushing onward, refusing to remain silent. Those branding days in her, these frustrating feelings. Losing everything multiple times, continuously breaking.
A person rising stronger, bringing forward miracles. This light within her, its gleam shining on her road. The young woman charging onward, reaching for what is within.
That maiden in front of her enemy, instantly unveiling the blade in her gauntlet. Slashing into him, locking his body. Immediately striking down with the weapon in her shoe, hitting him towards the platform.
"--I will engrave these desires into you!!!"
Her deep sentiments, a person from the past slowly returning to the surface. These swirling emotions, its harshly flowing force. Enduring her agony, turning it into strength.
Feverishly pursuing her path, her sounding spirit. The maiden locking onto her opponent, raising her claw. Electricity violently releasing from her, soon diving to the Magi.
His widening gaze, witnessing her approach. Grabbing his skull with her talon, racing to the land. Crashing him into the platform of memories, unleashing the lightning.
Her spreading feelings, crushing the area, the violently exploding force. That fading energy, the young woman shortly standing there, assimilating Balthasar's power.
"Sometimes, it is okay to be selfish..." Her hand to her chest, her soft eyes.
Her guiding sentiments, pursuing her route. Never stopping, reaching after the slimmest chance. An entity from old slowly returning, someone withstanding her countless sins.
Proceeding forward, enduring her despair again. Her vision below, gazing at one event from the past. Two old friends sitting underneath a tree, their presence in a massive grassy field. The demon faintly smiling, her warm heart.
Shifting her vision above, seeing the end of this nightmare. Running along her dark path, this area around her. A deep loneliness, dread filling her. Emotions from the past, a void eternally going on.
Turning away, her eyes on a space distorting in front of her. Feeling familiar individuals, her gaze on the opening rift, her comrades on the other side in Raphael's castle.
"Valor..."
A person always doing his best, someone withstanding her selfishness. An invaluable companion, a close bond binding them together. The deity smiling in relief, the maiden standing there. A devil rising to her challenge, bringing down three of the Magi's.
Spreading her warmth, giving hope onto others. Their meeting visions, the god extending his hand to her. That one following in the deepest of abyss, constantly trying to reach her.
"Cyra! So that's why we're back, glad you're okay." Esther smiling.
"Cyra! Come on!" Anya urging in excitement.
Her vision on her friends, these few close people. The young woman looking down at the platform of memories, fixating her gaze on a blurry image. A crimson color, steadily clarifying it.
Shortly resting her eyes on a velvet ribbon, pleasant sentiments flowing through her. Her fading sadness, shifting her attention to her old friend. Walking up to the rift, taking hold of his hand.
The deity pulling her through, that maiden soon standing before her friends. A long search at an end, two warmly grinning at the other. The demon facing Esther and Anya, feeling fortunate to have these valuable individuals with her.
Even if I am an enemy, then that is okay. These many blissful feelings, they will soon become a reality once more. Those friends of mine supporting me all the way, I will use this malice to give back something to them. Despite everything...I am not alone...
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