A dreadful spirit in the abyss, precious individuals with her. Her painful heart for years, her crying soul. Someone continuously pushing forward, meeting her many challenges. Violently clashing with the dragon throughout the room, her claw meeting each collision.

Piercing shockwaves, the heavily shaking surroundings. Leaping away, her enemy's powerful strikes hitting the ground. Flipping over his attack, her back facing from above.

Descending on her foe, slicing down with the blade in her boot. Spilling blood in the area, this sharp pain to him. Immediately ascending into the air, breathing harsh flames on the Iconoclast.

Its swirling force, wrapping around her in a raging inferno. This scorching heat, trapping her in a prison. The dragon shortly landing, closely looking in the direction.

Malevolence striking the attack, her claw dispersing the massive fire, particles raining down. The prince stepping back, uneasily growling at her. This entity from long ago, her certain vision.

"You can grow as large as you want—" the demon walking towards him, the dragon's cautious gaze on her.

These words from her, the vampire listening to them, his hasty heart. One from the deepest darkness coming closer into actuality, her will to press onward. Tackling her challenges, enduring her pain.

Resisting the reason of others, her soul taking flight. Her message on the worlds long ago, an individual reaching for the smallest chance, turning it into an actuality.

"—you can get as powerful as you want—" extending her claw, her sharp gaze on Raphael.

Choosing to become an enemy, engraving her mark into countless. Her steadily returning memories, these small images. A devil devouring the All-Father, her purpose to do so.

Her crying heart, these binding chains. Ripping them away, running down her dark path. A curse on her, her eternal struggle. Refusing her fate, fighting against it.

Hatred at her core, someone once filling with love for the realms. Her rising sentiments, rushing at her opponent. Their connecting claws, malice crushing down on the room.

"—even so...it is pointless!" her voice echoing through the dragon.

A raging whirlpool of madness, two meeting in the battlefield. Tension from her companions, keeping their hope in her. Their clashing resolves, those strongly flowing desires.

The dragon pushing down at her, cracking the tiles around them. Darkness burning from her, eating away at the energy in the area. Selfishly pushing onward, both racing along their direction. Raphael raising his other claw, immediately striking at her.

Moving her gauntlet in the way, stopping the assault. Holding her ground, pushing against the beast. Her harshly radiating malice, her enemy forcing her into the land.

"Come on, Cyra...you can do it...!" Aster's determination, his shaking fist.

A never relenting individual, keeping her eye on her goal. Her hand towards the faintest light, words forever within her. Revealing the blade in her boot, harshly piercing it into her enemy.

This sharp pain to him, the dragon quickly ascending into the air. Blood streaming from him, readying his talon. The young woman calmly standing, dusting herself off.

Locking her eyes onto her target, that beast rushing at her. Crashing down at her, her quick movements, leaving illusions in her steps.

Ripping apart the surroundings even more, those crumbling statues, parts of the platform falling apart. Turning her direction, that dragon immediately breathing fire on her.

Raising her claw, tearing through it. Assimilating its force into her, running onward. Nearing her foe, these mighty beings colliding again.

Her burning desires, an individual never stopping. Continuously pushing forward, racing along her dark path. A faint light guiding her, her purpose to proceed.

Doing so as herself, her unending resolve. Forcing against the other, pushing back his claw. The dragon stepping away, this alarming development to him. Releasing her assault, dashing to his side.

Facing her, lunging at her once more. Watching his approaching claw, witnessing her opening. Switching her position, rolling underneath his talon.

Revealing the blade in her gauntlet, crashing it into his arm, shattering the bone. Her instantly changing tactic, someone immediately adjusting. Esther surprisingly stepping forward, hearing his painful roar. On the platform of memories, Lucia's trembling vision.

The Seraph facing away, closing her eyes, folding her arms. One from the depths of darkness growing more fearsome the longer the fight, a person constantly becoming stronger.

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The vampire aware of it, someone watching her bring down the mightiest beings in the past. That prince withstanding the pain, turning to her. His powerful desires, trying to grasp what is within.

Lunging down at her, her nearing enemy. Extending her offhand, calling Reviver to her. Gripping the weapon, instantly jamming it into his mouth. Using his immense force, toppling him to the ground.

A demon amongst demons, an individual born underneath a curse. Not accepting it, pushing onward her own path. Carving her way forward, seeking after her happiest days.

Surpassing countless enemies, feverishly pursuing her direction. Releasing her staff, the weapon falling below. Her claw closing in, Raphael's widening eyes.

His wishes far away, everything slipping from him. Grabbing his head, Reviver hitting the floor. Everyone seeing this development, the young woman crushing down on his skull.

His loud agonizing screech, the Queen shockingly covering her mouth. The devil's malevolence burning harsher, an entity devouring the dragon. His fading vision, blackness entombing him.

Finding himself in his humanoid form, his eyes on his hands. Slowly looking around, shortly looking at the maiden ahead. Her soft grin at him, extending her arm onward, shortly disappearing from his sight.

His brightening surroundings, a flowery field appearing. This meaningful area, his trembling eyes on a familiar person. Lucia faintly smiling, slowly shaking her head from left to right.

"You have done enough, Raphael..." Her hand to her chest.

"Lucia...I..."

Consuming in sorrow, his reason for his actions. Wanting to see her again, selfishly proceeding down his path. His guiding hatred, the night taking her away.

Someone bringing him back to her, his slow movements to his companion. This wind feeling real around him, his steadily fading anger. Shortly standing before her, his dreadful eyes on her.

Desiring for their blissful days again, his actions towards it. Falling to his knee, taking hold of her hand, lowering his head.

"I know Raphael, you never wanted it to go this far...all of this you did for me." Her quiet voice.

An old friend always there for him, their strong bond with one another. Desiring to go further, those words never truly meeting the other.

A horrific event, his desperation to stop the night. Everything slipping away from him, yet someone giving them another chance. The prince reaching back, taking out the black box. Flipping it open with his thumb, extending it to her.

Her warm smile on him, this one remaining the same. That crystal azure ring to her gaze, her heart fluttering once more. Their many nightmarish experiences, yet bliss within it.

"Yes..." Her pleasant tone.

Their truly meeting emotions, death being the beginning. Desires far inside, two old friends going far for one another. A powerful bond between them, these sentiments reaching into actuality.

Cyra standing, darkness assimilating into her claw. Her soft smile, her solution to them. An entity treading through the dark abyss, seeking after her deepest desire. Her selfish heart, extending a warm hand to others, feeling closer to her past.

"Lucia, I have kept my promise." The maiden's soft voice.

"Raphael, Lucia, you both deserve a rest..." Esther's heavy heart, her hand to her chest.

The demon turning to Aster, blackness leaving her body. Her arm returning to normal, clenching her chest in deep pain. Gungnir immensely wounding her, her state not recovering her enough.

Slowly walking onward, an answer before her. Anya quickly flying to her, landing beside her. That maiden kneeling to the ground, picking up her weapons. Shortly standing up, placing them away.

Soon grabbing onto the Elven, her friend leading her to the vampire, that Queen rushing over to them. Making their way to their companion, the devil releasing the princess. Kneeling to the young man, looking into his eyes. Feeling a familiar energy, her gentle gaze on him.

"You okay...?" her soft voice.

"Heh heh...I should be asking you that, you took much more of a beating than I did..." Weakly smiling at her.

"Those wounds...are you—?" slowly reaching for him.

Suspecting him for a while, someone giving aid at times. Specific knowledge to him, putting together these pieces for countless hours. Those injuries on him, her certainty on him.

Safety around her, his childish behavior. Esther noticing movements from afar, black feathers descending on the room, burning into dust.

"Look!" urgency from the Queen.

Turning their attention to the window above, the death angel flying through with the late king's body. A situation surprising the few, a battle masking her presence.

The night growing more grim, heavy wounds on the young woman. Her body agonizing her, her other half in the wind. Needing to chase after them, trying to move down her dark path.

"Rose...!" Cyra's weak voice.

"Gyah...!" the maiden gripping her chest.

"Cyra!" Aster calling out, his hand on her shoulder.

Gungnir severely injuring her, this excruciating pain on her. Her burning resolve, steadily moving down the abyss. Finally having her answer, her strong will to oppose.

One from the deepest abyss slowly returning to the surface, those old days steadily coming into actuality. Aster seeing her drive, someone never stopping. His own inability in the past, wishing to sever her terrible chains.

"It...will take some time for me...to recover from Gungnir's assault, we have to hurry...!" standing from the ground.

"We mustn't! You'll die!" the vampire's concerning tone.

"This night, I will lift it and finally grasp what I want most..." Her heavy breath.

Carrying the weight of her responsibilities, holding the hopes and dreams of others in her hands. Steadily moving towards her past, seeking after her most important wish.

A bunch of misfits in this madness, a powerful bond holding them together. Her sentiments rising to the surface, this entity meeting her challenges. Aster standing up, his vision on her, someone wanting to do more for her.

"Sorry...I'm useless...if only..." Sadly looking away from her.

"No, you did a lot...including fighting Hades. Now, it is my turn to do something..." Weakly glancing back to him.

"Cyra..." His heavy heart.

"Now...let us go. The final battle is approaching..." The maiden walking onward.

Her great agony, one continuing onward. Accepting her sins, moving towards her light. The endless night on the worlds, her wrong leading to it. Many pleasant experiences coming from it, carrying the wishes of many.

These spirits around her, their warmth washing over her. The Seraph behind her, watching her run down her path. A devil constantly opposing the rationality of others, her hand reaching for the smallest chance, continuously turning it into an actuality.

My selfishness leading to this experience, these meaningful people with me. It is because of them, that I am not only drawing closer to my deepest desire, but I also am certain where Val is. And so, I will lift the night. All I ask, is to stay with me a bit longer. Rose, Hades, Magi's...prepare yourselves, I will finally grasp my light...