Vastness of the worlds, traveling in times of old. Niceness of it, joyfulness in those moments. Trouble setting in, torturous experiences. No longer willing in remaining in silence, desperately seeking what is within. Failure of equivalence, scrambling of her memories. Enduring harshness, traveling in an abyss of loneliness. Those putting their hopes and dreams in her hands, wanting in reaching. Racing in an abyss of blackness, reaching for the faintest light. An enemy of grandness, unable in meeting the line. Clearing of the light, falling to her knees, devastating of this. Her trembling hands, gasping for air. Expectance from the beginning, challenging a power far above her own. Her revolvers in a state of pitifulness, Lævateinn staking beside her. Argent lowering his arms, horror from his eyes.
"Hahahaha! Did you actually think you had a chance of defeating me?! How does it feel, Cyra? To feel so helpless?!" Ultima yelling.
Streaming blood, her shaky state, her heavy body. A chance in rising to this plain, giving it up. Selfishness guiding her path, wanting her family of togetherness. Naturalness of it, a solution in mind. Wishing in avoiding it, closeness of her goal. Everything steadily slipping out of her hands, protecting that boy of smallness. Those coming to her aid, efforts of pointlessness. A weapon of the gods, direction in felling one. Attention on her comrades, deities struggling on the ground. Victor pushing himself up, his spear firmly in the land. Unease from his eyes, his lowering wings. Her gaze on her old friend, that companion doing his best. Standing on his feet, his body hanging low, breathing of hastiness.
"Valor..."
Reliableness of him, constantly trying. That one of yore, a title of supremacy. His years on the battlefield, surpassing his foes. Earning his way, meeting one of the land. Learning from her, realizing his difference from her. Powerfulness of him, remaining in place. Another constantly evolving, meeting the challenge. Steadily breaking free, following her. Longness of their parting, a chance finally upon them once again. Her gaze on Argent, concerning of the boy's expression. Defending him, giving up their hope of littleness. The Day of Ruin moving towards success, unable in throwing away her heart of softness.
"Sis...you're hurt badly because of me...I—I'm sorry..." he looks down, sadness deep in his eyes.
"No..." A faint smile coming to her face, slowly rising to her feet.
Flowing sentiments, coming so far. Embracing blackness, corrupting her soul. Direction towards her deep desire, an enemy to numerous. Her birth of a curse, fineness of it. Meeting those of valuableness, enough of it. Aching within, an outcome to her vision. Possibility to turn the nigh impossible into an actuality, reaching her hand out in this game of chance. Options no more, vision on Ultima. Gasping for air, her eyes on Lævateinn. Her vision shortly on her revolvers, uselessness of it. A final phase approaching, hope still existing.
"It is not over yet, Reed..." She weakly speaks.
"Ugh!" Valor falling to his knee, greatness of his pain.
Unsteadiness of her balance, her solution to this problem. Wanting another path, incapability of doing so. Hardness over the years, clawing her way up. Once of grandness, falling below. None stopping her descent, loneliness over the years. Shouldering illness of emotions, unable in enduring. Unleashing what is within, selfishness of her path. Embracing her imperfections, everything towards her deep desire. Her heart of softness revealing once more, proceeding as herself. No longer willing in withstanding, yearning for slumber. Pleasantness of her experiences, gratefulness to her companion. Allies of strangeness, niceness of this.
"You already have one foot in the grave! It's over!" he arrogantly declares.
"There is still a way, the Temple of Nirva...the Tower of Time...and the Tower of Eternity..." She faintly smiles.
Three points containing secrets, understanding its value. Containment of a weapon, a wish in existence. Wanting a different ending, unable to do so. Coming far, enduring those years of harshness. Tiring of her, continuously rising. Returning stronger, despising the battlefield. Her time far gone, accepting of this. Reuniting with her daughter, forgiveness for her action. Settling of her heart, facing this foe. An old friend overhearing her words, his attention on her. In awareness on her aim, struggling to his feet. Trying to reach out to her, his failing body. Another chance coming after numerous years, wanting in holding on.
"Cyra...! You can't be thinking to...!" Valor weakly speaks.
"Is that your solution...?" Victor uneasily thinking.
A bond from two, gratefulness for it. Valuableness of that deity, warmness of appreciation. Togetherness in times of old, desiring for it again. Ventures of vastness, wanting more. Patiently waiting, separation coming. Two sharing the same direction, once again in the presence of the other. Hopefulness of this, briefness of it. Comrades incapable of fighting, severity of their situation. Her gaze on her old friend, immensity of this pain, letting go of her desires. Selfishness within, unable in fulfilling it, a chance in someone else doing so. Igniting sentiments, embracing this feeling. Three reaction points, that place of time.
Endlessness of it, floating particles, light shining high. Far below the surface, a temple reacting. An altar at the depths, divinity rising above. Eternity meeting these cries, memories constantly flowing. Darkness and light rising above, each of a point of unison. These emotions from one, those feeling it. A realm existing in between the living and the dead, devils roaming that graveyard. A place of comfort, that grassy field. A single tree stretching tall, three standing beneath it. Reynas holding her hand to her chest, sadness from her. Frustration from the Tyrant, lowering his head. Unease from Maria, that girl believing in her mother. Kindness of a heart, hatred consuming it. Revealing once more, standing in a plain above the worlds.
"Valor...I wish this could have had a better ending. Perhaps, even say what we really meant that night. Though...—"
Wanting more, yearning for what is within. Pushing onward, trampling those beneath her. Forcing forward, shouting her soul. Weakness of old, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Endlessness of blackness, walking in loneliness. Desiring events of yore, trials of her path. Unable in resting, racing in an abyss of darkness. Tiring of her, efforts for naught. A plan in place, a final miracle. Glancing back to the boy, sadness in his eyes. Facing Levi, deepness of his agony, lying on the ground. Awareness on her plan, desperately trying to rise , his body not reacting. Her gaze on the gods, those struggling on their knees. Victor forcing himself to his feet, trembling of him, incapability of doing more.
"—just this once I will not be selfish. Heh...now that sounds very sickening to me, but, it is also nice..."
Those wishing for betterment, hopes and dreams. Each inside of her hands, heaviness of the burden. Desiring in fulfilling her own, unable to do so. Grandness of her foe, faltering of her allies. Hardness of their direction, warmness for a bit. This of enough, rising to this challenge. Shakiness of her body, aching of it. Stepping forward, extending her right hand. Malevolence tearing away at it, negativity wildly raging. Calling upon those sins, crushing pressure. Horror in the eyes of Valor, Ultima approaching her. That arm transforming, massiveness of its expansion. A shadowy claw of a dragon, pulsing of her veins.
"Sis? What are you going to do?" Argent hesitantly questions.
"Cyra! Stop! We can still find a way to win this!" Valor urgently speaks.
Ruinous of this path, opposition against a deity of highness. A weapon of the gods, direction in ending one. Hatred of deepness, surpassing her in every way. Crushing her allies, desperation of this. A solution in ending this, wishes bonding together. Grasping it, that heart revealing once more. Proceeding as herself, flowing emotions. Wanting another way, slightly looking away. Options no more, glancing to her old friend. His vision on her, those same eyes of sorrow. Memories of horridness plaguing him, that night of their parting, helplessness of him.
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"Exactly how? We have already exhausted our stamina..."
A state of desperation, relying on the sins. Squeezing out a bit more power, her own not available. Each supporting her, lives connecting with her own. Stamina no more, hopelessness of this battle. A chance of tininess still remaining, her vision locking onto this. Grasping those wishes of numerous, sickening of it. Selfishness of her, enviousness of her. Lowness of her mood, accepting this. That deity closing his eyes, trying to think of a solution. Loudness of movements, Ultima nearing her. Time not enough, that god revealing his vision. Stepping towards her, attempting in holding onto his breath.
"Dammit! Then I'll do it! You've suffered enough!" he yells.
Pieces over the years, sorrowfulness never ending. Tormenting emotions, agonizing sentiments. Living in blackness, jealousy of others. Brewing feelings, hatred boiling at her depths. Yearning for the sky, wings chaining down. Reaching for the nigh impossible, claiming it once more. A moment no less, niceness of it. Flowing experiences, building blocks to currentness. That deity understanding this, his wrong of old. Wanting in giving her more, that maiden never able in allowing this. Her life not of her own, no matter of her leaving, that companion capable of shining hope for all to see. Pushing onward as herself, controlling the wheel herself, even if for a bit.
"No...you are the only one keeping those gods in line. If you seal yourself away, then this tragedy will repeat once again..."
Supremacy of his title, earning it through his efforts. Influence of vastness, energy of pureness of his birth. Meeting an entity of the land, learning from her. Gratefulness to her, a bond constantly remaining. Continuously holding on, that devil rising once more. Enduring horribleness, blackness of her heart. Softness still existing, steadily revealing into actuality once more. Rising to her challenges, shouting her soul. Her vision on her old friend, his widening eyes. Tears in her own, replaying that night of terribleness. Argent racing up to her, desperation of him. Grabbing onto her, fearing in losing her. Giving him another chance at life, a new family. Pleasantness of his experiences, sharing in those numerous laughter's.
"Seal away?! Sis! You can't!" Argent pleading.
Her solution to this madness, giving up the chance of everyone. Selfishness of her way, wanting in keeping her family of togetherness. Naturalness of this, seeking those times of old. Closeness of her goal, that light fading from the abyss. Despairing eyes, aching of her heart. Accepting this, enjoyableness of her venture. Unwillingness in relenting, her burning soul. Feelings feverishly flowing, never fading sentiments. Stinging of this on him, expecting this, that child having those of importance again. Difficulty in losing someone, life of cruelness. A lesson to him, one having in carrying on, even if another must leave.
"Argent..."
Turning to the child, that boy gazing up at her. Gentleness of her hand on his head, softness of her. Warmness of this, her responsibility of him. Taking him in, guiding him, protecting him. No longer able in doing so, her final effort at hand. Actions over the passing time, everything leading to this instance. Countless emotions inside of her, despising this. Ultima struggling along, heaviness of his movements. Severeness of his damage, his goal almost at completion. Tears in the kid's vision, that young woman warmly smiling at him. Painfulness of this, wanting in providing a last miracle. Harshness of reason, that heart of her mother's.
"Live a long and happy life..." Cyra softly speaks.
Unable to do so herself, a curse of an existence. Torment from youngness, everything slipping out of her hands. Trying to maintainherself, meeting one of the heavens. Two sides of her actualities, one with her friend, another in the NetherWorld. Constantly attracting conflict, a way in leaving this. Separation of two, terribleness sinking in. Hiding an item of valuableness, hopefulness inside of her. Desperately breaking free, shouting what is within. Her words to the child, widening of his eyes. Rendering her knee into his stomach, shocking of his expression, wind leaving his body. Blurring of his vision, falling into her arms. Kneeling to the ground, setting him down. Shortly standing, facing the beast of massiveness. Standing on her side, an all or nothing gamble.
"Seal me away? Hah! Don't go dreaming now!" he arrogantly speaks.
"Dream...yes...I believe I have the perfect dream in mind..." She faintly smiles.
Those of differences, clashing resolve. Seeking what is inside, shouting their existence. Hardness of efforts, those trampling them. Tormenting emotions, refusing in remaining in silence. Rising stronger, grasping the tiniest of chances. Her way in moving forward, doing so as herself. Burning sentiments, blackness secreting from her body. Agonizing it is, closeness of her goal. Incapability of fulfilling it, a final lesson for this swine. Extending her claw, dashing towards her enemy. Horror inside the eyes of Valor, that beast descending his arm. Moving to the side, heaviness of the impact. Rubble flying, narrowly avoiding the assault. Sliding around him, that area ripping away. Senses heightening, her vision locking onto her foe, ascending to the deity.
"Ccyyyrrraa!!!" Valor screaming out, seeing their clashing claws.
Determination from her, pushing against the reason of another. Flowing feelings, embracing her imperfections. Selfishness leading her far, corrupting her soul. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, yearning for what is within. Shakiness of this feat, weight of massiveness on her shoulders. Hopes and dreams in her hands, dreadfulness of deepness. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, that fading light. A void surrounding them both, binding the two in place. That beast unable to resist, trembling of his eyes. Fear coming over him, hastiness of his heart. Never relenting, that young woman pushing towards one final hope.
"Wh—what is this?!" Ultima frantically speaks.
"Reed...it is time we eternally rest. I have my regrets, but that is fine..."
Clustering wishes, grasping those within her hands. Incapability of being a part of it, enviousness of this. Illness of emotions, her own desire not of fulfillment. Her heart acting once more, softness in existence. Revealing to the surface, two friends of nearness. Providing one last miracle, her igniting soul. Purely shining of the light, binding the two inside of the void. Valor steadily moving forward, resisting his pain. Moving in that abyss of blackness, screaming out. Trying to reach his companion, those allies gazing onward. Weakness of them, stamina no longer exhibiting. Gods holding animosity towards her, yet wanting something more for her. A choice not of an option, power far from their enemy. Levi crying out, attempting in convincing her. Glancing back to Valor, faintly smiling. That god continuously forcing forward, hopelessness of this. Falling in love with him, happy-go-lucky of him. Childishness at heart, valuableness of his efforts.
"Hey, Val...this is going to be the last time we see each other. Those times we spent together...what I would give to see how it would have turned out in the end..."
Memories forever plaguing, parting between two of closeness. Torturous emotions, descending into blackness. An abyss without ending, remaining there for years. Her voice not reaching, tears spilling in that plain. Frustrations inside, boiling hatred. Desperation of her, breaking free of her torment. Actions paving the way to currentness, selfishness of her ending. Fineness with it, doing so as herself. A final stance against a deity of grandness, rising to this challenge. That old friend ceasing his movements, trembling of his eyes. In awareness on her wish, shaking away those sentiments. Pushing onward, witnessing her steadily fading away. Darkness shrouding her, that light slowly disappearing. Dreadfulness of that night replaying within his mind, Valor wanting another finish.
"L—let me go you damn woman!" Ultima yelling.
Trials at hand, surpassing them. Awakening to what is within, a final one not of a possibility. Clashing with her father, devouring him. Deepness of her sorrow, giving up their last hope. Togetherness of her family, a plan in dealing with this god. Yearning for a different way, proceeding as herself. Experiences over her years, no longer bending to someone else. Simplicity of these sentiments, each carrying them. Opposition against each other, desires guiding the way. Words inside of her, this no less enough. Gazing at Ultima, calmness of her vision. Regrets still within her, sadness in existence.
"We will forever clash in an endless slumber, Reed. This is your punishment, you lose again."
Images plaguing his mind, that devil in a field of blood. Bodies piling upon each other, fearfulness of him. Her echoing words, rapidness of his heart. Going so far, claiming power of vastness. Those unable in doing much, nearness of his goal. Slimness of chances, that maiden holding on, turning it into an actuality. Bringing defeat upon her foe, her own sealing as the price. Fineness with this, emotions throughout time. Brightness from the shining light, Valor racing towards her. Regaining his energy on the way, desperation of his heart. Heaviness of it, pain of numbness. Fixating his vision, reaching for his old friend. Horror inside of his eyes, his hand closing in towards her.
"Ccyyyrrraa!!!" Valor screaming out.
Echoing of his voice, rushing in that abyss. Light steadily fading, sorrowfulness of her eyes. No longer able in resisting, residing on her knees. Hands of shadows approaching her, bloodiness of them. Tiring of this, aching of her heart. Her desire out of reach, her last play. Her attention on her companion, tears in her eyes, a few parting words. Widening of his eyes, grief coming over him. Closing in, lunging at her. His old friend breaking away, stardust spreading to the sky, that sorrowful liquid splashing. Ceasing of the light, his companion vanishing before his eyes with Ultima. Trembling of his hand, failing her again. Devastating of this, closing his vision. Painfulness of greatness, screaming at the top of his lungs. Lowering his head, refusing in giving in. A way still existing, time still within his hands. One place of the sealing, intention in going to the heart of it.
Cyra...not this time...this time I will not let go. You will see...those times you so desire...I desire them as well. They will become a reality once more...I don't care what the risks are...you have suffered enough. Wait for me, old friend...