Before this battle...I would like to know. Maria...what I did...is it truly something that you can forgive me of...?

Feelings throughout the years, words inside of a lock. A horrible night, parting of two of closeness. Coldness never leaving, horridness continuously plaguing. Living in fear, fleeing in blackness. Holding onto the smallest of light, wandering in the deepest of darkness. Hands of shadows pursuing, binding her, dragging her away. Unable in enduring, thinking of her child. No longer in a state of stability, yearning for freedom. An action of desperation, death taking her kid. Returning, trying to trade what is remaining of herself.

Failure of it, years of terribleness. Searching for her daughter, an idea of her location. Wondering of forgiveness, acceptance on the possibility of her own never being able in doing so. High in the sky, that tower stretching around. Difficulty of the range, that object going far above them. Pavements of whiteness, thinness of the air. Gazing below, incapability of going back. The end of days rapidly approaching, this instance upon them. One chance existing, pushing onward in this effort. A final stand against one of highness, their hearts feverishly on display.

"Argent, are you sure about this?" Cyra questions, glancing towards him.

Potential inside of a lock, unwillingness in using it. Loathing the battlefield, determination in her own way. Turning the smallest of opportunities into an actuality, her heart of softness, smiling of brightness in times of old. Strictness of her gaze at moments, carrying a commanding air around her. One of the land, those fearing this entity. Shifting in her posture, releasing horrifying secrets within. Enemies learning of this, most meeting an ending. Foolishness in allowing one in going, a swine ascending to a power of greatness. Those amongst her, pushing against this threat. That child turning towards her, looking up at his sister. Dangerousness of it, unable in watching the crumbling worlds. Holding his fists to his chest, certainty in his eyes.

"I am positive, I cannot sit and hide while you and everyone else are risking their lives to stop this thing. Was it not you who told me that we take control of our own future? That it is decided by us, and no one else?" he questions in confidence.

None controlling their lives other than themselves, possibility in paving their own way. A lesson from her, that maiden proving it herself. Selfishness of deepness, forcing onward. A heart crying out, tears in the abyss. Unwillingness in relenting, making her way forward. Following the smallest of light, strangeness of one in the NetherWorld. Born from two of grandness, the heart of her mother, the resolve of her father. Conflicting qualities, yet both guiding her towards a morrow of betterment. Fate not in existence, an illusion of it. Words by an Elven of valuableness, one having in taking hold of their future with their own hands. Moving towards their deepest desire, problems on the way, expectance of it. Walking up to the boy, holding him in an embrace. Gently patting his head, softly smiling. Tenderness of her touch, those seeing another side of her.

"Heh, yeah, I suppose I was the one who told you that." She softly smiles.

"S—sis...not in front of everyone..." That boy shyly looking down.

"The NetherWorld is not for someone such as yourself, that softness can be but a weakness..." Victor turning away.

"I do not know how you do it, but somehow...you always manage..." Valor faintly smiling.

Uncertainness of her chances of success, trying to turn the smallest ones into an actuality. Hugging that boy, warmness in her embrace. Embarrassing of it, yet appreciation of it. Affection towards one that is not of her own, giving him a life of betterment. Fearfulness within, shortly releasing him. Facing ahead, looking down the looming pathway. Angels of mutation, demons of the same. Six wings from those of divinity, layering with armor. Demons of a range, orcs, griffins, humanoids, and so on. Closing her eyes, envisioning her direction ahead. A frighteningly long tower, time of smallness. Deeply thinking, trailing the numerous layers to the top. Treading in an abyss of sadness, those along with her. Hands of shadows steadily creeping up, unwillingness in relenting. Opening her eyes, vision shining with confidence. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow. One pushing onward, trying to grasp their own future.

"Everyone, at least one person will stay behind on each floor to prevent enemies from advancing further. Once I reach Ultima, he will be unable to maintain the monsters, so he will keep his attention on the battle. Meet up with me then." Cyra explaining.

A heart seeking the nigh impossible, in awareness on this futility. Giving up their last chance, selfishness guiding her way. A method in place, sadness from it. Wanting in settling this another way, holding onto the smallest of hope. Tenderness to the child, her heart of softness. Those looking to her, wishing for a miracle. Limitation of her, yet willingness in rising to the challenge. Valor propping his arms behind his head, thinking for a moment. Gazing up at the pathway of endlessness, his attention towards his companion. Options of littleness, his old friend doing the best she can. Time of shortness, weight of it all crushing down on her.

"That's a solid plan, maybe...well, it's the best one we have right now." Valor sighing.

Not giving in, keeping her vision on her desire. That faintest light still in sight, trying to bring one more miracle. Those placing their hopes and dreams in her hands, an unyielding heart. Selfishness guiding her path, refusing to believe in fate. Trusting in herself, aid from numerous. Freya turning her attention to Valor, seeing his vision of the maiden. Some sadness from her, wondering of the reason for his faith in her. Her attention away for a moment, enviousness of her. Shortly casting aside those emotions, her eyes ahead on the many enemies.

"In that case, I will remain on this floor." Freya calmly speaks.

"Good—" Cyra directing her right hand forward.

"—clear a path!" she commands.

Forever traveling in an abyss, those walking alongside her. Differences uniting, each having their own goal. Wishing for a miracle, their hopes and dreams inside of her hands. An enemy of grandness, both opposing one another. Desires of deepness, deplorableness of their actions. Concerning for what is within, paving their way forward. Blood staining their hands, their souls of corruption. Those companions hearing her command, Freya flying ahead. Monsters noticing, swarming the goddess. Holding her hands together, a small energy of stardust forming. Glaring at her enemies, that assault rapidly spiraling. Raising her arms, that attack massively expanding. Those fiends closing in on the deity, that force increasing in strength. A suction of powerfulness pulling them in, crushing them.

"Go now! I cannot keep this up for too long!" Freya urging.

"Let us go." Cyra calmly walking onward.

Words of guidance, one continuously moving onward. A heart refusing in relenting, enduring great pain. Doubtfulness of her chances, unwillingness in giving in. Selfishness of her path, emotions feverishly revealing. The end of days upon them, tormenting of it. Opposing the rationality of others, surpassing her trials. Awakening to a power of greatness, unable in completing it. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, simpleness of her wish. Those following behind, witnessing those enemies falling victim to the goddess. Uncertainness of their destination, screaming echoing. Making their way around the circular platform, gazing down below. Valor trying to calm his nerves, fineness of the others.

"You lot are so dead when this is over..." Valor's expression of paleness.

"I never thought the end of the worlds can be this entertaining..." Victor pleasantly thinking.

Racing in blackness, avoiding hands of shadows. Resisting the reason of others, shouting her soul. Unwillingness in remaining in silence, drowning in sorrow. Rising to the challenge, unleashing what is within. Those wishing for a miracle, doubtfulness of it. Refusing in relenting, her deepest desire on the line. An enemy of old, one gaining power far beyond her own. Smallness of the chances, enough in holding on. Those alongside her, quirkiness of them. Odin looking at Valor in disbelief, that one a step below Ultima. Claiming supremacy, his many talents. Highness of his standing, simpleness of his weakness.

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"You call yourself a god when you are scared of heights, how laughable." Odin slightly mocking.

"Oh shut it you old man." Valor frowning a bit at The All-Father.

Differences between those, a point of joining. Terribleness amongst them, those willing in opposing. Grimness of currentness, the end of days steadily approaching. Niceness in this venture, bickering at a time of horribleness. Those coming together, warmness in this. Seeking what is within, refusing in relenting. Smallness of the chances, one trying to bring another miracle. Artemis ignoring them, those unable in seeing eye to eye. Valor never seriously taking his job, following a devil of the land. Aligning himself with an abomination, a bond eternally extending.

"Still, I would never think we would ever work together. Call this an ironic twist." Artemis faintly smiling.

"I must agree there." Cyra gazing up to the endless sky.

Closeness of two, hearts forever in a stream of separation. Trying to reach back to those days of old, grasping at this chance. Refusing in letting go, selfishness guiding the way. Anger at the depths, emotions feverishly extending. Hopefulness in the deepest of blackness, racing in an abyss of loneliness. Hands of shadows continuously pursuing, vision on the goal ahead. Terribleness around every end, a heart resisting the rationality of others. Argent looking at them, naturalness of the two not liking one another. Fascinating of it, those of differences coming together. A somber morrow of a possibility, yet a light always existing.

"So you were all enemies...and now you're all working together...wow, that's actually an amazing feat." Argent smiling.

Those wanting in ending one of the land, persistence of her. Breaking past her limitations, seeking what is within. Treading in an abyss of blackness, her heart refusing in remaining in silence. Shouting her soul, facing what is inside of her past. Tormenting agony, carrying this pain within her. Selfishness guiding her way, choosing her family over innumerable. Naturalness of this, desiring times of old. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, rising to the challenge. Ares thinking on the boy's words, an actuality of weirdness. Niceness of it, those joining together. Funniness of life at times, randomness in some instances. Possibilities of endlessness, those relishing within it.

"I suppose it is..." Ares agreeing.

"Either way, our work is cutout for us." Chronos propping his arms behind his head.

Amazement in unpredictability, those of unlikeliness. Enemies at the beginning of this chaos, foolishness of choices. Opposition of a demon, learning of her birth. Those of differing realms, warmness in the presence of one another. Hearts connecting, an abomination coming from them. Growing over the years, living in despair. No longer willing in remaining in silence, shouting her soul. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, resisting the reason of others. Levi following along below, devils swarming that beast. Efforts in vein, a leviathan fighting them off. Breaking through his threats, his mighty roar.

"That leviathan is sure coming in handy." Ares looking down to Levi.

Suffering of it, attacking that maiden. Kindness from her, freeing him from his torment. Strangeness of this, encountering cruelness. Defending himself, lashing out at his foes. A realm of lawlessness, those learning in playing within its game. Gratefulness to her, wishing to repay her. The end of days approaching, racing towards her. Willingness in giving aid, fondness of her. An entity traveling in the deepest of abyss, holding onto the smallest chance. Those alongside her, resisting the reason of another. Argent's vision on this sight, massiveness of the leviathan's tail. Crashing it into his enemies, scattering of them. Fearsomeness of him, ramming through devils and angels, tearing away at the area.

"He's pretty cool, I wonder if he'll let me pet him." Argent smiling.

Hearts connecting in this wave line, riding along in its stream of endlessness. Emotions forever within, those rising to this occasion. Differences of vastness, fineness of it. Tormenting feelings, horribleness constantly on display. Enduring cruelness in a realm of lawlessness, naturalness of this. A devil loathing the battlefield, willingness in opposing. Selfishness guiding her path, leading her onward. Vibrating of the area, a beast wanting in ending her. Valor folding his arms, looking away. Slowly shaking his head in disbelief, an animal of a loose cannon to him. Greeting them, a threat coming his way.

"I...highly doubt that, seems like he hates people..." Valor glancing to Levi.

"No Val, he just hates you." Cyra smiling back at him.

"It is nice, to have this experience. I owe you for this, Cyra..." Victor slightly grinning.

Tormenting emotions, feelings residing inside. Those of the past, two racing along in an abyss of blackness. Seeking times of old, a vision in sharing. Happiness in those experiences, separation of the two. Regretfulness on a night of terribleness, both wondering on an alternative. Inaction of a deity, haunting of this. Having another chance, wanting to right this. Witnessing his companion's actions, two sides of the same. One of innocence, another of harshness. Gazing at his old friend, her smile of familiarity. Slowly returning, desiring in going the distance. Redness of slightness on his face, a moment never of dullness. Unable in disagreeing, that beast despising him.

"Ha—ha...very funny...but it's true." He sighs in defeat

"Hehe."

Bonding in events of old, a friendship throughout time. Separation of two, feelings retaining. Words inside of a lock, regretfulness constantly within. Wondering of an alternative, tormenting experiences. Cruelness in a realm of lawlessness, embracing what is inside. Reaching for the nigh impossible, awakening to her potential. Incompleteness of it, fineness of it. Yearning to oppose one of highness, rising to this challenge. Capability to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, walking in blackness. Tears streaming in loneliness, unwillingness in remaining in silence. Artemis gazing at them, niceness of it. An abomination, truce teaching them much. Light existing in the deepest of darkness, one continuously extending her hand.

"A bond that never dies, must be nice..." Artemis faintly smiling.

A meeting of unlikeliness, that field of invaluableness. One of highness confronting her, brightness of her. Emotions growing over the passing time, closeness of two. Wanting the same, yearning for a life of eternity. Venturing with one another, warmness within this. Actuality of harshness, difficulty coming. A horrible night, unable in speaking what is inside. Misery for years, never ending aching. Torturous experiences, hatred brewing at the depths of that young woman. Differing sides, one of malice, another of innocence. Both reflecting into actuality, pressing onward. Those standing before a glowing platform, standing in front of it, gazing up at a path of endlessness above. Shortness of time, Ultima of restlessness. Immensity of his power, shaking of this place.

"I guess this thing is to lead higher up...he must be expecting us." Valor folding his arms.

"It would appear so." Victor agreeing.

Terribleness around every corner, enduring cruelness in a realm of lawlessness. Once of brightness, hatred consuming her. Softness still existing, treading in an abyss of loneliness. A deep desire, reaching for it, countless more existing within. Racing through, avoiding hands of shadows. Wanting times of old, those days of distantness. Rising to the challenge, fearfulness at her heart. Refusing in relenting, shouting her soul. Opposing the reason of others, becoming the Bringer of Demise. Glancing back to her companions, misfits they are, niceness of it. Minuscule of their chances, this no less enough in resisting.

"I do not find that hard to believe, now let us continue." Cyra calmly uttering.

A heart constantly in pain, emotions of illness. Rage boiling at her depths, spilling over to the surface. No longer willing in remaining in silence, years of horribleness. Death taking her, a wrong of greatness. Yearning in finding one, suspiciousness of their location. Continuing onward, selfishness guiding her way. Each pressing onward, clashing against the rationality of another. Normalcy of this, never ending conflict. Deepness of feelings, rising sentiments. Surpassing her trials, awakening to what is within. Time of shortness, incapability of accessing the last one.

Holding onto the smallest chance, racing in an abyss of blackness. That faintest light, reaching for it. Those along side her, strangeness of this experience, yet fineness of it. Walking up to the center of the platform, a light of brightness encircling them. That boy looking around, amazement of him, a creation of magnificence. That devil gazing above, her vision brimming in confidence. Teleporting higher, arriving on the next floor. A difference not in the second one, drawing closer to the top, nerve wrecking of it. Those coming together, facing a threat of massiveness.

"I guess this is where I get off. Just hurry to the top so that we can get in on the action." Ares smiling.

"Will do." Cyra assuring him.

Simpleness of experiences, yearning for those days again. A night eternally haunting, wishing for forgiveness of another. Uncertainness of it, pressing onward in an abyss of dreadfulness. Racing forward, vision on the faintest light. A hand forever reaching, shouting her soul. Tormenting feelings, agony never leaving. Building blocks to currentness, coldness in existence, softness still remaining. Ares resting his vision on his hand, clenching it into a fist. Fire of pureness burning from him, enemies gazing ahead. Intensifying flames, those foes viciously reacting. Rushing at the god of war, that deity plunging his palm into the field. Unleashing a wave of energy, mightiness of it. Flames raging far and wide, engulfing the floor in its entirety. Efforts of those foes in vein, bodies incinerating, screaming of loudness.

"Hurry along now, I cannot keep this up forever as well." Ares faintly smiling.

"Be-careful, Ares." Argent warning.

Vision on the boy, smallness of their time of togetherness. Niceness of it, innocence in this realm of lawlessness. Differing shades existing, those of hopefulness. Following one of highness, actions of deplorableness. Each making their own way forward, clashing against another. Emotions feverishly igniting, never ending conflict. Terribleness of it, none truly of rightness nor wrongness. Learning of this, saddening of it. Essentialness in his path, some attachment to this boy. An abomination amongst them, one forever persisting. Fearfulness inside, that maiden no less a threat of enormousness.

"Don't worry sport, I will be fine. Though, make sure that woman gets to the top. Otherwise, all of this will be for naught." Ares giving him a thumb's up.

"I will! Sis will beat em!" Argent confidently speaks.