No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, those reaching their hand out. These deep emotions rising to the surface, a few willing to aid her. Her vision on her companions, seeing their approval.

Faintly smiling, shifting her attention to the arena. Walking onward into the crystal room, her comrades close behind her. Everyone shortly standing in the endless void, a crystal stairway leading high.

Slowly looking around, observing their surroundings. The Magi's feeling everywhere, their crushing influence on those friends.

"What is the point in all of this...?" Esther's uncertainty.

Anya stepping back, her vision on the ascending platforms. Enemies acting in this moment, their aim at an individual. Their purpose to proceed, closing in on their goal. A demon from the deepest abyss approaching the surface, her voice in countless minds.

Her hazy memories, these emotions steadily breaking free. A person desiring for her past, running down her dark path, her hand towards the slimmest light.

"Clearly a means to tire us. They are no fools, proceed with caution." Aster's uneasy eyes above.

Her weak state, her brightly burning resolve. That entity walking in the endless abyss, her companions at her side. These mirroring walls, her gaze on the blurry memories.

Seeking to unlock them all, her heart in this madness. Folding her arms, her vision on the stairs. Her deep sentiments, drawing closer to her wish.

Shifting her attention to Reviver, that weapon across the lower half of her back. Its shimmering force, this warmth rejuvenating her energy. Calmly closing her eyes, feeling some of her power returning.

"Let us go." Opening her vision, soon walking onward.

Aster faintly smiling, a person forever following her. An entity from the deepest abyss approaching the light, steadily taking her stand in this malicious game. Her deep pain, these strongly flowing emotions within her.

A vampire awaiting a certain moment, a way to sever these tragic chains. Failing multiple times before, his last chance nearing with each hour. Esther turning to Anya, witnessing her unease. That princess' eyes to the Queen, seeing her warm grin.

"Do not worry Anya, we will be okay, together we'll bring down this threat." Her soft voice on the Elven.

These resonating words, Anya's returning resolve. Her smile to her sister, nodding her agreement. The Queen turning to the stairs, her stern expression.

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Walking onward, the princess following behind, her great determination. Ascending the path, the young woman feeling Reviver's protection. Rebellion extending a calming malevolence, a sword meeting the staff's warmth.

Both weapons wishing to keep her safe, that Seraph at her side, someone desiring for the same. Aster's eyes on her, his gentle grin, seeing this person's malice and divinity.

A devil embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, someone relentlessly pursuing her goal. Running down her dark path, her guiding hand to many, wrapping them in her light.

A person sustaining many injuries in the dusk, her power growing stronger by the passing hour. Making their way higher, these friends walking in the abyss with the maiden.

Shortly standing on the first platform together, the devil's vision on Bethlehem floating at the center. Immense pressure purely swirling around the deity, an azure aura harshly igniting from him. The Magi raising his hood, revealing his face.

His black hair flowing to mid-length, a dark sigil on the side of his face, his calm yellow eyes on the demon. Shortly shifting his gaze to Aster, his suspicious vision on the individual. This familiar energy from them, the enemy's cautious state.

"Look how much of a pitiful state you are in." Bethlehem's calm voice.

"Could have been worse really." Aster shrugging.

A concerning situation, a place for the demise of one. Never leaving events from the past, one damning the worlds. Her joyful days long ago, someone once filling with love for the realms. Approaching those times again, a chance to make them into an actuality.

Her strongly persisting resolve, resisting the pain on her body. Esther stepping forward, the Magi shifting his attention to her. The young woman trailing the deity, her cautious state. Feeling multiple presence, yet only one in front of them.

"This is quite a team you gathered, Cyra. A half-dead reject—"

"—Hey!" Aster snapping.

"A pride-less dragon, and a mutated princess. Well, have to say, gotta give you a pass for working in a team. Probably better than some of your other attempts." He claps.

The maiden tracking the surrounding energy, a possible ambush on them. Walking into this madness, enemies leading them in its vast realm. Their plan for her, a piece towards their goal. Calmly placing her hand on her waist, her gaze on the Magi. A demon refusing to yield, her powerful resolve transcending through time.

"Say what you may. Though, these people, I will gladly lay down my life for—"

A soft heart rising to her challenge, her strong emotions. One from the abyss never relenting, continuously persisting no matter the chance. Darkness burning from the young woman, Bethlehem witnessing it, seeing divinity slowly merging with it.

His slightly trembling vision, a person still opposing even after her great wounds. An individual deep within corruption, a devil embracing her countless sins. Her old days driving her onward, a heart yearning for freedom, a soul breaking the shackles binding it to the land.

"—Reviver, Rebellion, lead me to the end of my path." Her voice resonating through her weapons.

These two crying weapons, malice and divinity swirling around her. Their spilling energy, crushing down on their enemy. The Magi gauging her power, his growing unease.

Someone constantly growing stronger, a demon opposing her foes. Everyone watching her walk forward a bit, shortly grasping her staff. Standing on her side, directing it at her opponent. Anya ascending into the air, Bethlehem seeing her circling around him.

Shifting his vision to the Queen, her body releasing pure fire. Soon turning his gaze to Aster, the cautious vampire. That individual slowly unsheathing his katana with his thumb, his stern eyes on the god.

Everyone...lend me your aid, and I will do my best to answer your wishes.