A night revealing secrets from old, an entity from the deepest shadows steadily returning. Her slowly clearing memories, remembering her deep hatred from the past.

A promise from long ago, making it to a close companion. The young woman descending further into the castle, moving down the long dark stairway. Those torturous years with her, a decision leading to the demise of her family.

Each sharing a similar goal, their wish to freely spread their wings. Everything falling apart, one remaining to carry their will. An entity pursuing her desires, keeping those precious people to her heart.

Making her way down the stairs, glaring at the enemies in the shadows. The scattering fiends, many running past her. A few coming at her, her extending malice. Striking through, shredding many to pieces.

Blood splashing on the walls, screams sounding in this place. A person selfishly pushing forward, this demon closing up some loose ends. An individual's deep sorrow, someone steadily rising, tackling her challenges.

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The light at the end of this abyss, I can see it much more clearly. My family around me, so many more along with me. I will push onward, and shout my soul once more...

An old prediction foretelling the birth of one, an entity in the heavens damning her. One once filling with love, a person eventually falling into darkness.

A curse eternally following her, an entity existing underneath the light of the crimson moon. These slowly returning memories, her rising fiery emotions. Cyra finding herself in a room below, the deteriorating walls around her.

Shards from pots and statues, other rubble in the area. Her vision ahead, seeing a light shining from afar. Her serious eyes, one awaiting her arrival. A monster from the past, his image in her mind.

Those painful memories, remembering a gruesome scene. Pieces everywhere, horror in her family. One still weakly remaining, his last words to her. A person carrying the hopes and dreams of others, proceeding down her path. Walking forward, her sharp gaze.

Lust, your time has come. I wonder, how I will make you suffer. Those laughter's still in my mind, bright lights that never got to truly shine. In the past, circumstances saved you from death, but not this time.