His slightly widening vision, everything slipping from him. One in his mind, a precious companion from old. A way to bring her back, forcing onward in his path. Limiting his enemy, someone rising to her challenge.

His nearing foe, her approaching blade. That man refusing to give in, balancing on his knee. Instantly rushing his spear at her, piercing her chest. Cold sweat running down the side of his face, his hasty heart.

The demon standing there, her shaking eyes. Horror from her friends, witnessing her weapons falling to the ground. Blood gushing out of her, her trembling gaze, this spear eating away at her soul.

"It's over..." The dragon's chilling voice.

"Cyra...!" Aster weakly reaching to her.

"Cyra!" Anya alarmingly calling out.

A shifting battle, Esther horrifically covering her mouth. The prince's cold gaze on the maiden, that struggling young woman. Her crying weapons, darkness and divinity clashing against the influence.

Her slowly fading vision, malice wrapping around her. Many fangs around her, those numerous sins. Sinking below the surface, nearing the jaws of the fiends. Hands reaching in, grabbing her own.

Pulling her to the surface, the Seraph resting her on the platform of memories. Lucia and the Iconoclast standing next to her, the devil not responding.

"Are you really going to give up so soon?" the Iconoclast sharply looking at her.

"Cyra, if you are gone, then what do we do? Please, free Raphael..." Lucia sadly gripping her arms.

"Remember the words you so cherish, ‘there is light in the deepest of darkness’." The Seraph worryingly touching the devil's cheek.

A great weight on her, individuals putting their faith in her. Her own reason to proceed, selfishly pursuing her direction. Extending a hand to others, giving them hope in the darkness.

A spear devouring her soul, her steadily disappearing presence. The glowing platform around her, particles floating into the air. Four angels surrounding her, calling out to her.

"Come on! After everything we've been through, after you've come so close. Are you just going to let it end like this?" a man kneeling to her, pounding the ground.

"Cyra, it is us. Kain, Rick, Martha, and me, Emily..." Sadly holding her hands to her chest.

"We all said we would have a drink together at some point, I'd like to be able to make true to it." Rick frustratingly looking away.

"If you are still feeling guilty for our deaths, then don't! We chose to try and escape the gods together! So stop trying to take on every burden yourself already!" Martha stepping forward, sorrow from her.

An action from the past, their imprisonment by the gods. A moment coming, these individuals following her towards the smallest chance.

Their moments together, the young woman cherishing them. These memories steadily coming back to her, hearing their voices. Her shortly disappearing state, devastation from those there.

A light soon shining down, their visions at it. Watching the devil emerging out of it, relief from them. Her attention around her, her precious family. Kain walking up next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Seriously! Stop worrying us like that!" a sigh leaving him.

"Heh, sorry." Faintly smiling at him.

"For that, when we can, we are having a drinking competition." Rick propping his arms behind his head, brightly smiling.

"Is booze all you think about?" Emily humorlessly looking at him.

"Sometimes, a simple world is a good world." Martha shrugging, softly grinning.

Her warm heart, experiencing this bliss with them. These souls coming to her, not giving up on her. A family to her heart, appreciating their help.

Wishing to make true to her word to them, a promise long ago. Her still hazy memories, these slowly coming to the surface. Lucia looking at her, her pleasant smile.

The Seraph and Iconoclast stepping forward, their visions on the demon. Darkness swirling in the area, their eyes on it. Many nearing fangs, those entities approaching the young woman.

"This is my malice huh..." The maiden looking around.

"Correct, as Gungnir eats away at your soul, you are choosing to undergo demonization." The Iconoclast facing away, folding her arms.

Demonization...no, not like this...

Her desires far inside, answers coming to light. Racing through the dusk, her slowly unraveling past. These individuals around her, their faith in her.

The steadily approaching fangs, her sharp gaze on them. Those lunging fiends, swarming her in their might. Her releasing blackness, tearing away at them.

These friends feeling her immense pressure, one from the deepest shadows coming closer to her awakening, their faint smile.

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"Good...unleash that power long hidden within, and devour your enemies. Show no mercy, drag them to their very knees." That Iconoclast facing the direction, swinging out her arm.

"Cyra, please, do not give in..." Lucia's hand to her chest.

"We're all with you." Kain giving a thumb's up, determination from his grin.

One not relenting, her soft heart, refusing to give in. Her ascending emotions, her overflowing hatred. An entity from the farthest abyss slowly rising once more, extending her hand in this cruel reality.

Aster, Esther, and Anya's eyes on the battle, witnessing the brightly burning malice from the maiden. Raphael's trembling gaze, seeing her grab his spear. Abysmal energy igniting from her right arm, slowly tearing away at her flesh.

Her strongly flowing feelings, these people to her heart. Meeting her challenge, opposing the reason of her enemy.

"What...are you...?" unease from the prince's voice.

An action from the past, these steadily returning events. Those precious individuals with her, their faith in her. Refusing to give in, her great resolve. Her harshly burning darkness, ripping away at Gungnir.

That spear clashing against her influence, its shrilling sound. Her eyes on her enemy, her gripping gaze, her brightly igniting arm. A man bearing witness to the horror of the abyss, her massively morphing arm, transforming into an enormous shadowy claw of a dragon.

Her pulsing veins, blackness dissipating into the air. Her thickening malevolence, the demon drawing on the surrounding malice, devouring the energy.

"What am I you ask...?" slightly lowering her head.

Her deep hatred, her never ending pain. Days from old guiding her actions, her heart seeking after those times. Warm individuals with her, her will to proceed forward.

Constantly reaching forward, trying to grab the tiniest chance. One damning the worlds, eternally engraving her spirit into countless. Raphael stepping away, trembling at her pressure. Her concentrating emotions, its physical form.

Her piercing vision at the dragon, malice all around her. Overwhelming Gungnir's influence, devouring the swirling darkness. Malevolence tearing apart the room, her strongly showing resolve.

"I am the embodiment of corruption, others refer to me as the Iconoclast."

Aster's eyes on her, steadily witnessing her return. That one from the deepest shadows slowly rising once more, taking her stand, unleashing her feelings. Her shaking enemy, truth behind the legend.

An individual from long ago, a heart never going away, desires residing in the farthest blackness. That entity gripping the spear, ripping it from his hand. Calmly removing it from her chest, blood gushing out of her wound.

Her strict vision, shifting it to the spear in her claw. Crushing down on it, a loud vibrating sound ripping through the room. This crying weapon, its great agony.

An ageless red moon, the object shining its light through the windows. Acknowledging her, empowering her in the dusk. Someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself.

Gungnir breaking away, thick malice flowing into her arm. Darkness brightly burning from her body, an even greater power revealing from the Iconoclast.

"Wha—what did you do...?" his uneasy voice.

Through the vast lands, unrest far and wide. Her immense pressure crushing down on the realm of the mortals, many scattering devils, some rising to the challenge.

That crimson moon's beautiful gleam on the earth, one from the farthest shadows drawing closer to her complete awakening. Within Raphael's throne room, the young woman's calm eyes on the prince.

One treading in the harshest despair, devouring malevolence. An entity continuously pushing onward, trying to claim her deepest desire.

"I devoured Gungnir, its power now belongs to me." Her hand on her waist.

The dragon moving back, scowling a bit. That young woman stepping towards him, directing her claw straight at his face. Striking fear into him, her malice tearing away at the surroundings.

Her certainty on an individual, her rising sentiments. The Seraph behind her, wrapping her wings around the maiden. Shortly vanishing, allowing her to proceed. One willing to resist, no matter of the morrow.

Pushing at her limit, her crying soul, a heart wishing for an end. Running down her black path, a slight ray of hope in the darkness. Raphael's churning stomach, thinking on his next action.

"Even if I am an enemy, I will never stop, not until my deepest desire is a reality..." Her calm tone.

"I wonder...is she coming closer to completely awakening...?" Esther gripping her arms.

Hope from the vampire, those many passing years. Waiting for her return, these connecting events. An approaching time, a way to sever her tragic chains. A precious individual, keeping his promise for a thousand years.

Raphael dashing away, the young woman chasing him. Revealing the blades in her shoes, rushing past him. The dragon uneasily glancing behind, this person connecting her kicks.

Rapidly assaulting him, slicing into him. Spilling blood along the area, immediately launching a backflip kick. Sending him afar, her staggering force on him. Not letting up, pursuing her target.

Generating electricity from her claw, this energy ripping away at the room. Rubble everywhere, parts all over the floor. Her landing enemy, his direction to her. Closing in on him, crashing her talon into him, unleashing its force.

Binding her foe in an electrical prison, the prince falling to his knee. His gaze on her own, seeing her standing before him. Her great wounds, malice slowly repairing her injuries.

Raising her off hand high, snapping her fingers. Electrical energy compressing, shortly violently dispersing. A powerful explosion ripping through the area, massive objects falling from above, colliding down around her.

That one from the old days, her displaying resolve. Even in unfavorable odds, this demon always finding a way, making the nigh impossible into an actuality.

"Di—did that do it...?" Esther blocking out the intensity of the wind.

"Cyra..." Aster closely looking on, tension rising within him.

Unease from Anya, scraping her claw against the floor. The slowly clearing smoke, blood red eyes piercing through. Brilliantly revealing black scales, wings expanding far. A massive dragon taking to the field, raising to his hind-legs.

Soon stomping down, shaking the entire area. His brightly burning darkness, menacingly roaring at the maiden. Her calm vision on the prince, placing her hand on her waist.

Someone never stopping, an individual born underneath the light of the crimson moon. A curse of an existence, an object acknowledging her presence, granting her power in the dusk. These precious people with her, holding them to her heart.

Carrying their hopes and dreams, seeking after her deepest desire. Not relenting, opposing her enemy. Trailing the dragon to the air, this beast circling her.

On the platform of memories, Lucia witnessing the development from far within the maiden. Feeling the many emotions from two, her unsettling sentiments.

In the shadows of the room, Rose's gaze on the battle. Shifting her vision to the devil, seeing her igniting malevolence. This familiar influence, the eternal night's influence.

Her hand to her chest, a person pressing onward in the madness. The staff in her other half's possession, a sinister force in their grasp as well.

"This power, and Reviver being with her. What drives you...? Are you, Maria...?" the death angel scowling a bit.

One from the deepest shadows steadily rising once more, extending her hand in this dreadful game. Her deep emotions coming free, her increasing hatred.

A heart loathing the battlefield, her continuous persistence to her goal. A terrible situation, Rose turning to Raiser's body. The late king entombing in the icy crystal, this true piece in the war.

Her only chance to level the playing field, keeping her vision on her desire. That demon constantly meeting her challenge, reaching for the smallest light.

"Apologies Cyra, but I will be taking this body while all of you are occupied." Folding her arms.