Those wounds on him, one going far, betting everything on a gamble. Sending the young woman afar, believing in her chance. Her foolish action, a weak moment leading to madness.

The deity fighting the Lord of Darkness, sealing him below Raiser's castle. This old friend secluding himself, his presence around her. A suspicious vampire, their innocence in the dusk. His similar abilities, these connecting pieces.

"Those are...the same injuries..." The maiden stepping forward.

"You...!" anger from Raphael, walking towards his enemy.

Aster taking another step back, his great injuries. Someone clashing against the Dark Lord, escaping the devils pursing him.

Hope with him, needing the awakening of one from the deepest abyss. His uneasy eyes ahead, unable to defend himself. That dragon extending Gungnir, rushing to his target. Lunging forward, aiming for the head.

Malevolence circling the room, an icy mist flowing through. The maiden racing in the direction, intercepting the prince's assault, blocking the attack with Reviver and Rebellion.

"Get out of my way!"

Firmly planting his foot into her stomach, this heavy force on her. Her widening eyes, the demon resisting the impact, holding her ground. Warmth in the night, feeling someone around her.

Suspecting a person with her, connecting these pieces. From deep within her, Lucia on the platform of memories. Her vision below, those many events from the past.

Her attention around her, these endless emotions in the area. Understanding these sentiments, her hand to her chest. The Seraph's hand to her chin, her gaze to the ground.

The glowing area, lights slowly floating above. Aster gripping his rib, agony from him. His vision on the devil ahead, an individual continuously pushing onward.

"Cyra...!" weakly calling out.

A heart not relenting, stepping up to her challenge. An answer to her, these pieces to her mind. Glancing behind, the vampire's great wounds. A grim situation on them, that young woman thinking on her direction.

An enemy ahead of her, an ally in a terrible state. Esther's hand to her chest, her uncertainty on a way to go forward. Anya's vision on her surroundings, the urgently squawking princess.

"Anya! Get Aster off of this battlefield!" Cyra commanding.

"Okay!" the Elven stepping forward.

Hastily ascending into the air, the princess flying to Aster. Shortly descending next to him, the vampire grabbing onto her, his low body. His vision on the young woman, witnessing her pushing against the mighty dragon.

These two clashing entities, their combatting resolves. Resisting the other's reason, forcing onward with their path. Anya carrying him to a corner of the room, setting him down. That maiden breaking away from the Prince of Dragons.

Her certainty of the person, these swelling sentiments inside of her. These similarities to her, this warm feeling around her. Her blade to her side, stepping forward, the devil's growing determination.

"Hmph, I'll deal with him later. First it's you." Raphael glaring at her.

"Valkyrie, be-careful, he is known as the God of War, countless nations have fallen to him..." Esther warning, uneasily gripping her arms.

"Screw that title...it means nothing to me..." Hatred from the prince's voice.

Defeating innumerable, his purpose towards it. Those days going by, delaying time. Furthering his own home, his reason for proceeding. Lunging at the young woman, striking down at her. That devil dashing away, his weapon colliding into the ground.

Malice burning from the surroundings, fire rising into the air, slowly circling the area. His deep anger, one wishing for those old days, reaching for the smallest chance.

The maiden's vision on the ascending flames, electrical waves rushing out, intensely coming at her. Raising Reviver, that staff assimilating the energy into itself. Electricity surging through it, soon fading into nothing.

The prince analyzing her, someone steadily growing. Staying cautious of her, this development in the battle. That young woman dashing to him, extending her blade afar.

These two in the raging tides, seeking after what is inside. Refusing to remain quiet, seeing their way towards the end.

Clashing against the other, massive shockwaves ripping through the field. Esther blocking out the immense force, her hasty heart. Both pushing at one another, their great determination.

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The dragon pulling away, shortly striking at her once more. His nearing attack, her closing stance, blocking the assault. A devastating impact on her, this hit pushing her back.

Her enemy racing to her, aiming a stab at her. Her heightening senses, adjusting her footing, flipping over the attack. Her back facing him, their eyes meeting with the other.

Descending on her target, the dragon immediately turning, defending against the collision. Someone adapting through battle, steadily correcting her mistakes, the prince witnessing this.

A heart reaching for the surface, an individual from the past slowly coming into reality. Her wish long ago, these desires clawing its way to the top. Coming far, an answer with her to a mystery. Meeting her challenge, correcting her errors.

The demon leaping away, lowering her stance. Observing her enemy for a bit, shortly dashing to him. Nearing him, locking onto his skull.

Her foe closing his stance, his quickly approaching foe. Instantly blocking, his gauntlet stopping the attack. Motioning forward, lunging his spear at her chest. Her certain vision, an afterimage grabbing the prince.

His eyes behind, witnessing the clone's hasty blade to him. Aster, Anya, and Esther's unease, witnessing malice coating the area in a black mist. Breaking free from his hold, stabbing the illusion through the head, the duplicate vanishing from the field.

"I can see how so many struggled against you. How so many lost their lives to you, you are different from the rest." His careful eyes on the maiden.

An entity growing on the battlefield, her steadily improving capabilities. Great limits on her, someone working with it. Each having their own desire, reaching after what is inside.

Similarities between them, their heart yearning for what is within. Lucia watching from the depths of darkness, this prison around her. Wanting to go to Raphael, feeling his pain.

Wondering on the young woman's plan, trying to trust her words. Gungnir continuously devouring the blackness, divinity fading from the devil, this disadvantageous situation to her.

"I tried so hard, to end this night. Now, even if it goes on. It does not matter, so long as Lucia returns..." Directing his spear at her.

His efforts in this nightmare, his actions for one. That person going away, succumbing to the dusk. His deep agony, the maiden understanding his pain.

One willing to damn the world, all for their deepest desire. To reclaim a most pleasant time, these guiding sentiments. The Dragon of Darkness' hand to her chest, her sad eyes on her companion.

Shortly looking down, unable to reach out to him. The prince rushing at his target, afterimages in his movements, instantly surrounding her. Bracing herself, her sharp vision around her.

"There is no escape." His calm tone.

His echoing voice, those many around her. Her weapons unable to fully participate, a spear devouring both darkness and light. This desperate conflict, the maiden struggling against his influence.

Searching for a way, reaching for the smallest chance. Her hasty heart, her careful vision. Aster's frustrations, his body unable to react, injuries holding him back.

"Valkyrie! Watch for an opening!" Esther warning.

Many drawing closer to her, the young woman scanning them. Limits on her abilities, a foe making use of an artifact of the gods.

This crushing weight on her, her companions unease. One able to combat against the madness, their faith in her.

A demon not able to call on what is resting at her depths, someone constantly pushing through the insanity. Her eyes on the movement patterns, shortly connecting the point, locking onto her chance.

"That is it!"

A heart not relenting, an individual continuously meeting her challenge. An entity from old within the dusk, this person racing down her path. Slightly pulling away, a spear passing her face.

Instantly countering, striking through her enemy. That fading illusion, immediately shifting her attention to the next one, blocking the attack. Rendering her foot into them, the disappearing clone.

Numerous more making their way to her, the third and fourth rushing from opposite angles. Increasing malevolence, this immense pressure on her. Defending from both sides, Reviver and Rebellion against Gungnir's power.

Enduring the impact, closing her stance, the maiden flinging them in different directions. Destroying the illusions, the fifth immediately lunging at her. Their spear piercing through her, that afterimage of her.

Revealing herself from behind, colliding her sword into the clone. A double of her own following up, electricity racing through the area, blasting away the remaining ones.

An intense pressure approaching her, that devil dashing away. The descending prince, this person landing on the ground. His vision on her, his clear hatred.

His purpose in the dusk, his reason for proceeding. A heart falling into despair, an individual yearning for the past. The demon understanding these feelings, those simple sentiments.

"Why did you have to kill her...?" anger from him.

"My hands were forced, I apologize. Raphael, Lucia does not wish for this..." Sorrow from her tone.

Lowering his head, his deep anger. His reason for proceeding, his awareness on her wish. Two constantly tackling their challenges together, an individual yearning for those blissful days.

His drive to go forward, his vision on the young woman. Lunging forward, her weapons blocking his own. His immense pressure, feeling it crushing down on her. The dragon slightly pulling away, swiftly launching an uppercut.

Her hasty movement, defending against the strike. Its heavy impact, the devil sliding back on her feet. Shaking off the assault, her eyes ahead. Her enemy leaping away, shortly directing his weapon at her.

Malevolence circling around him, Gungnir continuously devouring her darkness and divinity. Countless spears soon surrounding her, her companions unease at the sight.

"Farewell..." His voice cold to her.

Terror in the night, this endless dusk on them. One in his mind, pushing onward in his path. The young woman's vision onward, her sharp gaze. Those hastily approaching weapons, her heightening senses.

Dematerializing, her spirit riding along the dragon's energy, making her way towards him. Evading numerous attacks, spears impaling everywhere. The prince's unease, watching her closing in on him.

Rising to her challenge, seeking after her old days. Racing down her dark path, reaching for the smallest light. Rushing past her target, materializing behind him.

Many spears lining the room in a graveyard, darkness burning from them, these shortly fading weapons. That demon closing in, her nearing sword. The turning dragon, blocking the attack.

Her great pressure, clashing against Gungnir's influence. Her powerful resolve, her crushing will on Raphael. An afterimage of her appearing behind her enemy, that illusion swiftly sweeping their foot across the land, knocking the man off-balance.