Feelings throughout time, yearning for experiences of old. Never relenting, persisting in this reality of grimness. Forever opposing, rage filling her heart. Two sides of her, one of innocence, another of malice. Both reflecting to the present, softness still in existence. Holding in those emotions, sentiments boiling over the years. Letting them out, shouting her soul. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, those joining her. Hopes and dreams in her hands, uncertainness from her. Selfishness guiding her path, embracing her imperfections. Ares resting his vision onward, wanting to believe in the faith of that child. Minuscule of their chances, a halfbreed going against the greatest defiler, this enough in her resisting.

"I sure hope so." He sighs.

Infinite in potential, one born from two of grandness. A bond over the years, unlikeliness of it. Finding their place, wanting to bring a child into their actuality. Niceness of it, happiness for a bit. One intruding on their joy, destruction of a family. A Tyrant pursuing answers, putting together pieces. Learning the truth, hatred inside of him. Deplorableness of his actions, none loving that goddess more than himself. A point of connection, his words to his child. Sickening of this, essentialness in setting aside differences. Chronos glancing to Ares, shortly moving onward. Their clear objective, importance for Cyra in reaching the top. That shining hope in a realm of blackness, their short time, that pressure intensifying all around.

"We should hurry now." Chronos speaks in some uncertainty.

"Indeed." Cyra agreeing, walking onward.

Treading in darkness, her life once of happiness. Smiling of brightness in times of yore, a devil loving the worlds. Venturing far, embracing in simpleness. A bond between two, closeness of them. Reality setting in, everything slipping between her fingers. Wings of shakiness, no longer able in soaring. Falling below, sinking into a stream of loneliness. Enduring this for years, unwillingness in remaining in silence. Rising once more, shouting her soul. Moving along the path, witnessing enemies burning away. Screaming of those fiends, that devil gazing upon them. Uncaring of her enemies, her line of vision towards her goal.

"You really are cold you know, using us like disposable commodities." Chronos slightly looking away, disgust of him.

"Experiences dictates outcome, who is to say we are not all victims of circumstances?" Victor folding his arms.

Differing actualities, those leading lives far from one another. Misfortune for some, those living by their own standard. Cruelness of their expectance, retaliating against others. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Tormenting agony, never ending nightmares. Stifling her troubles, unleashing it on her enemies. Anger for longness, refusing in relenting. Using others, returning punishment onto them. Glancing to Chronos, fineness with his opinion. That angel with them, understanding her direction. Terribleness of currentness, grasping at the smallest of hope. Her vision on the end of the abyss, racing towards it, her hand continuously reaching for it.

"Do not speak as if you know me, those years of torment. Everything I have done has been for my own survival, and this mess is your fault on top of that. Nonetheless, I will hold onto who I am until the very end..." Sharply glaring at the deity.

"Circumstances dictating direction huh..." Chronos looking onward.

Selfishness at her depths, one once of brightness. Venturing through the realms, two of closeness. Embracing in their freedom, feelings lingering at the core. Pleasantness in the presence of the other, warmness of a possibility. Niceness of this, wanting more. Patience of her, timidness of her companion. Accepting this, tragedy setting in. Sinking into an abyss of loneliness, hatred brewing inside of her. Breaking free of her bondage, shouting what is within. No longer willing in remaining in silence, seeking times of old. Sighing of Valor, understanding her sentiments. Keeping her experiences to herself, mentioning what is of necessity. Aching of his heart, distantly gazing into the sky of endlessness. Unfriendliness towards others, this of her way in surviving. Softness still in existence, that one of yore steadily showing again.

"There are things that changes people, almost like they are two completely different persons..." Sadness in Valor's tone.

Hearts of differences, both of the same. One of innocence, another of malice. Deepness of pain, enduring cruelness. Playing a game of similarity, selfishly pursuing what is within. Naturalness of this, wanting something for one's self. Gazing on from the outside, joyfulness of those within. Frustrations of greatness, never ending shivering. Enviousness gripping, those continuously standing in the way. Her attention away, not speaking a word. Heaviness of this burden on her old friend, in awareness on her shifting. Sighing of Chronos, agreeing with Valor. Events paving the path, building blocks towards currentness. That maiden no different, circumstances driving her direction. Resisting the reason of others, wishing to bring about one more miracle.

"Makes me wonder, if things could have been different." Chronos folding his arms.

"I wonder, would we be enemies or friends in that case?" Artemis looking away.

"It is difficult to say." Odin calmly speaks.

"I suppose this makes one wonder then..." Victor states, his attention a bit below.

"It matters not, this is the now..." Cyra glancing back to them.

One once filling with love, anger consuming her heart. Sinking into an abyss, treading within loneliness. Enduring unimaginable torment, withstanding this cruelness. Unable in speaking, frustrations of deepness. Breaking of her, reaching for freedom. Death claiming her, failure of equivalence. Confronting her old friend, memories of discrepancies. Freeing her from her torment, demise once again to her. Release never coming, finding herself on this path of horribleness. No longer willing in remaining in silence, shouting her soul. Seeking events of old, her unwavering heart. Possibilities of differences, wondering on this.

That maiden pushing forward, carrying two inside of her. Odin's vision upon her, a resolve of similarity. Heart of her mother, ferocity of her father. Unnerving of this, a goddess giving birth to an offspring potentially more powerful than herself. That boy gazing at the young woman, uncertainness of her mood. Pondering on this, concerning of it. Those ascending to the third floor, Chronos expanding his arms. Pentagrams rapidly spiraling around him, reaching far and wide, slowing of time. Enemies reducing in movement, that deity racing through numerous hoops. Eliminating his threats, that group continuing onward.

"We are nearing the top...not too much longer now..." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"I wonder...what will you do against this threat...?" Victor curiously thinking.

Tormenting agony, a building block towards currentness. Willingness in using those along, a path to her deepest desire. Once filling with love for the worlds, blackness consuming her. Carrying on in despair, her sounding voice. Forcing against the reason of others, rising to the challenge. Surpassing those trials, becoming the Bringer of Demise. Doubtfulness of her chances, refusing in relenting. A solution lingering on her mind, distantness of this. Softness still existing, that one steadily returning. Argent resting his vision upon her, his increasing concern. Difference of her tone, wondering on this. Feeling her moving further away, uneasiness within.

"Sis...you don't seem well..." Argent worryingly speaks.

"Sharp eye kid..." Victor slightly looking away.

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Loneliness of deepness, living in her sorrow. Memories forever tormenting, enduring this. Her burning drive, pushing against those of highness. Seeking what is within, shouting her soul. Words of inspiration, her hand of guidance. Darkness at her depths, fury boiling at her core. Spilling over, rage flowing out. Gentleness still of actuality, warmness from her. Two sides reflecting into reality, that boy caring for her. Glancing to the child, his concern in awareness. Carelessness of her, her distress on display. Wanting in bearing it herself, her method in going forward. A soul eternally in bondage, a chance in breaking free. Continuously pushing forward, even in the blackest of abyss.

"I am well, it is natural to have some doubts before such a battle. Right now, I am just trying to gather my nerves, to do away with these sentiments." She explains.

"I see..."

Guidance of her way, smallness of her words. Naturalness of it, doubtfulness of her capabilities. Unwillingness in relenting, that heart seeking what is within. Selfishness of deepness, embracing her imperfections. Experiences leading her path, feelings feverishly inside. Fury at her depths, yearning for times of old. Opposing the rationality of others, holding onto the smallest chance. Slightness of calmness from the boy, uncertainness in identifying the conflict. Stressfulness of a possibility, the end of days upon them. That All-Father gazing at her, certainty from him. One capable of finding the tiniest of opportunities, turning it into an actuality. A frightening one of her, a plan against a deity. Limitation not of her binding, continuously finding a way in rising to her challenge.

"What could you be planning? You certainly do seem to know of a way to defeat Ultima..." Odin wondering.

Hopes and dreams, those each carrying them. Opposing the logicality of another, clashing in a stream of endlessness. Never ending conflict, troubles forever extending. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, reaching for that light at the end of this nightmare. Shakiness of her wings, yearning in ascending once more. A black heart, yet softness still in existence. Constantly resisting, refusing in relenting. Valor resting his vision on her, a weight of greatness upon his companion. Unsettling emotions inside of him, pondering on her method. His undying faith, wanting to right a wrong of old. A companion treading within the deepest of darkness, fighting against those tides of harshness. Continuously falling, crushing in her pain. Rising once more, returning even stronger than before.

"It is always a good idea to gather your nerves before a major battle..." Valor folding his arms.

"Indeed, we should all do the same, to dispose of any doubts we have." Artemis supporting.

"It is more than just nerves...and you are having this feeling as well...huh Valor..." Victor thinking a bit more seriously.

Weight of heaviness, those wishing for a miracle. Lives in the hands of one, selfishness of her path. Willingness in using others, cruelness of her experiences. A heart once filling with love, that one steadily revealing again. Those walking alongside her in an abyss of darkness, niceness of it. Unable in sharing in their happiness, a solution in mind. Slimness of their possibility, wanting another option. Connecting those lines, searching for a way. Frustrating of this, unwillingness in faltering. Gazing ahead, her answer to this crisis. A fool's goal of a chance, yet this no less enough in resisting.

Valor...Argent...I am afraid...but for an entirely different reason. I just hope...that such an action to defeat this beast is not necessary...

Arriving on the fourth floor, a realm separate from their usual world. Endlessness of the void, a stairway of stardust leading higher. That area looping around, enemies growing even stronger. Wondering on the vastness of this fiend's power, nerve wrecking it is. Enclosing sentiments, distantness from others. Aching within, fearfulness inside of her. Coming so far, trampling on others. Pursuing her desire, gentleness still in existence. Pressure of immensity, roaring from that deity. Artemis raising her hands, water surrounding her, expanding far. Rushing in every direction, engulfing the area in its relentless tides. Currents of fierceness, crashing against those monsters. Trying to fight against it, shrilling from them. Unable to do so, that crushing power, washing them away.

"All of the gods are so powerful...even together you're saying it might not be enough to defeat Ultima?" Argent questions.

Hearts connecting in this game, those opposing one another. A ground of commonality, togetherness of their direction. Desiring in ending one, methods of extremity. A devil constantly ascending, rising to the challenge. Tormenting emotions, unwillingness in stopping. Born from two of grandness, carrying each of their qualities. An abomination of her, images of old instilling into the minds of few. Shaking within that All-Father, one bringing demise in the wake of their despair. Words forever branding, two sides of that young woman. That boy's attention on Odin, power of vastness from those gods. Incapability of bringing down a deity, magnificent of their abilities. Inferiority to one, willingness in resisting an entity of grandness.

"Indeed, Ultima is the final weapon of the gods, meant to purge everything. To eradicate all life. This in turn will cause new life to be birthed, and a new future at that." Odin explaining.

Conflict of grandness, attacking those of the NetherWorld. Failure of their assault, missing one of importance. Uncertainness at first, that resolve from one of old. A devil of the land, capabilities rivaling those of highness. Infinite in potential, returning to the living. Seeking what is within, a god following his companion. Friendship of deepness, an undying bond. Blackness entombing that young woman, her path of terribleness. Opposing those of the heavens, selfishness of her goal. Struggling from an old friend, Valor in awareness on this. Enragement at those words, trying to hold it in. Importance in unison, an ending hastily approaching.

"You should have never even tried to unleash such a monstrosity..." Valor looking away, his stern expression.

Dreams of fleetingness, continuously holding on. Clashing against another, a never ending cycle. A monstrosity upon them, direction in killing one. Conflict of old, hatred guiding his way. Treading in an abyss of darkness, untrusting of others. Building blocks connecting this path, unwillingness in remaining in silence. A soul constantly resisting, shouting what is within. Feelings of deepness, that resolve constantly rising. Agreement of that All-Father, regretfulness of this. Lateness to turn back, essentialness in defeating this foe. A final push of requirement, everything riding on the line.

"I know that now...I was a fool with my decision, even demons have their worth upon the Nine Worlds." Odin looking away.

"Even demons huh..." Distantness of Cyra.

Memories of horribleness, experiences leading the way. Survival of necessity, her way of longness. Tormenting agony, illness of emotions. Sentiments continuously inside, rage boiling at her depths. Yearning for times of old, shakiness of her path. Doubtfulness of her chances, wanting to turn the slimmest of possibilities into an actuality. A solution to a problem, one capable of striking fear into the mightiest. Her wandering mind, wondering on another. Aching within, a wrong of the past. Those ascending to the fifth floor, residing at an intersection. Monsters everywhere, those on the land and air. Drawing closer to the top, greatness in the numbers of enemies. Odin raising Gungnir, that legendary spear. Electrical energy surging through the weapon, massively unleashing. Lightning descending, crashing down on those foes. Screeching of them, ashes of their state. None able in resisting, each meeting an ending of similarity.

"One more floor, let us make haste." Cyra directing her right hand forward.

"Demon, you keep fighting until the very end. Otherwise, this spells the end for everyone." Odin looking towards her, his expression slightly of sternness.

"An ending huh, I wonder what your method is for combatting Ultima..." Victor distantly thinking.

Weight of heaviness, those incapable of standing in the presence of a deity of grandness. Reliance on one, an entity of the land. Reaching for the heavens, spreading those wings in times of old. Soaring far, secrecy of it. Companions of closeness, aiding those above. Capability to turn the smallest chance into a reality, holding onto this. Hope of slightness, this no less enough in resisting. Glancing back to Odin, stifling her disgust. Nodding in agreement, essentialness in unison. A halfbreed of her birth, associating herself as a devil. Willingness in reaching forward, wanting a future of her deepest wish.

"Very well then, I plan to do so anyway." She walks onward.

"You have come a long way, Cyra. Through much sorrow, you continue to rise. Perhaps this time...this time things can finally go as intended..." Valor faintly smiling, following behind.

Tormenting agony, once of loneliness in an abyss of blackness. Those walking alongside her, wishing in uniting. Selfishness of their aim, her own desire clashing against their own. Unwillingness in faltering, a heart feverishly resisting. Steadily returning, closeness of her goal. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, a path of ruin ahead. Putting aside her displeasure, continuing onward. That old friend in awareness on this, admiration of her. Levi ascending higher into the tower, menacingly roaring. Readying for the finale, unlikeliness of allies. Togetherness of their approach, rebelling against one of greatness. A somber morrow of a possibility, everyone meeting on grounds of commonality.

"Levi is raring to go! So let's go as well!" excitement of Argent.

"Right..." Cyra agreeing, faintly smiling.

Despite my own disgust, I will put aside my pride for once. There is not a doubt in my mind, that we will be enemies at the end of this. Nonetheless, I will try and grasp everyone's wishes, to try and turn it into an actuality. Maria...I am also carrying your desires. I know I am a poor excuse of a mother, if you can forgive me...then that in itself would be a miracle...