Conflict forever persisting, unwillingness in relenting. Emotions feverishly extending, clashing against the reason of others. Loneliness within, treading inside an abyss of blackness. Selfishness guiding her path, embracing her imperfections. Corrupting her soul, meeting a deity of grandness. Hopelessness of her efforts, unease from this. An ally coming, that tornado ripping through. Circling around his friend, mightily rising. Glaring at his enemy, that leviathan roaring. Wind of heaviness, annoyance from the god. A moment of opportunity, an old friend descending. His katana striking down, iciness of the mist spreading through. Freezing the field, glaciers emerging from the land. Coldness of ice burning his foe, agonizing of it.
"Gyah...!"
Feelings continuously reaching, those coming to the aid of another. A point of connection, one holding them together. Greatness of this challenge, hearts forever resisting. Opposition towards the beast, igniting sentiments. An abyss of darkness, others steadily revealing. Niceness of this, warming of it. Helplessness in times of old, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Building blocks to currentness, those extending a hand. Feathers of divinity falling, swiftness of the assault. Crashing down, slicing the back of the god. Stinging of it, an inferno wildly raging. Victor racing out, descending at the side of the maiden. Her companion dashing away, residing next to her.
"How annoying!" Ultima hatefully speaks.
"Sorry I'm late." Valor smiling at her.
"Valor..." Her attention on her friend.
"Took a bit longer than expected to wrap up, but we are here now." Victor's expression of seriousness on Ultima.
"Victor..." Cyra looking at him.
Grimness of it, an enemy pushing her back. Formations of uselessness, powerfulness of him. Searching for a way, rising back up. Returning stronger, crushing her. Expectance of it, a foe far above her standing. A heart refusing in relenting, forcing onward in an abyss of blackness. Tides of harshness, immensity of it. Stifling of her course, shakiness of her heart. Permeating heat, chilling ice. Fading of the tornado, those revealing in this battle. Intensifying fire, a heatwave spreading. Her vision onward, a vortex of flames piercing from the depths. Raging high, crashing into the deity. Stepping back, shaking the platform. That god of war unveiling, landing behind the halfbreed. Folding his arms, flames steadily dispersing, particles dissipating into the air.
"Tch...! Surtr...? No...Ares!" Ultima angrily speaks.
Roaming on her own, unable in relying on others. Harshness of this lesson, weakness of yore. Frustrations inside, hatred brewing at her depths. Never leaving pain, tormenting agony, Yearning for the sky, freedom out of her grasp. Untrusting of others, carrying through on her own. A home eventually coming, a bar of misfits. A place of belonging, wanting in defending this. Her deep desire, wishing for it of an actuality. Innumerable emotions, trials of hers. Surpassing them, becoming the Bringer of Demise. Chuckling of Ares, fury of Ultima. The end of days upon them, necessity in joining in arms.
"And remember that well." Ares folding his arms.
Unlikeliness of an alliance, enemies at the beginning. Intention in opposing her, methods of extremity. Pushing onward, a heart shouting what is within. Feverish emotions, selfishness guiding the way. Flowing feelings, streams moving along. Uneasiness in the presence of one of grandness, falling below. Hands reaching out, stopping her descent. Residing in a plain above the worlds, opposition to a deity. Continuously looking on, gods constantly coming. Freya and Artemis floating on opposite sides, attention on that beast, their powerful spells binding him.
"You insects are getting on my nerves...!" Ultima hatefully uttering.
Closeness of his goal, a step away from success. Those descending, aiding a devil of the land. Madness of this, differences uniting. Heaven and earth, worlds far apart. Resisting one another, forcing against the reason of the other. Conflict of eternity, one standing as a wave line. Shakiness of this, hopes and dreams in her hands. Pressure of massiveness, her deepest desire at the end of this nightmare. Nearness of it, that brightening light. Those goddesses turning their attention to the maiden, efforts of willingness. Insects to one of grandness, worthlessness alone. Trueness of this, yet much more in togetherness.
"Sorry, we got a bit held up." Artemis folding her arms.
"But we're here now, right?" Freya smiling.
"Freya...Artemis..."
An existence cursing in the night, born underneath the crimson light. A never fading object, her eyes only knowing this. Niceness at first, reason coming to her awareness. Helplessness in times of old, loathing that orb. Secrecy of her life, importance of it. Two of differences, a demon of the earth. One ascending far, stepping on a plane far above his own. Confronting a goddess, defeat of his experience. Falling below, her hand of guidance stopping his descent. A child eventually coming, one reflecting both. Trouble setting in, one holding responsibility.
Putting aside her disgust for a bit, her vision on this. Warmness of it, faintly smiling. Everyone uniting, supporting one another. A shining light, Odin far above, gazing at the beast. Descending, locking onto his foe. Striking below, colliding into his shield. Cracking of the barrier, electricity violently releasing. Shattering it, piercing his enemy. This sharp pain, lightning ripping through the field. Leaping away, dashing around the beast. Residing with the rest, that weapon slowly gathering himself. Hearts not of the same, a point of connection. Ruin upon them, desperation at hand.
"I guess team work does have its uses after all." Odin faintly smiling.
"Tch...! You lot are a very unusual bunch. Gods teaming up with a demon? This has to be a sick joke..." Ultima coldly speaks.
Simpleness of these experiences, commonality of their goal. A bit more behind it, hopefulness in realms of blackness. Igniting feelings, remembering a bit. Once loving the worlds, vastness of them. Cruelty and niceness, longness since this. Wings soaring far, brightness from that devil in events of yore. Horribleness setting in, unable in breaking her chains. Hatred brewing over the years, sentiments of illness. This moment upon her, an abyss shining its light. More appearing alongside her, continuously holding onto this desire, a way in paving towards a future of betterment. Swimming in a sea of despair, endlessness of it. No matter of the morrow, no matter of the sorrow, hope always existing. That boy amongst the lot, standing behind the young woman.
"It is not a joke! No matter how much power you have Ultima! Together we have more than enough to bring you down!" Argent retorts.
"Right! Now come on! Focus your assaults!" Valor commanding.
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Connecting points, those of differences residing in a place of highness. Selfishness of their ends, normalcy of this. Everyone seeking what is within, clashing against the reason of another. Harshness in actuality, never ending misery. Emotions constantly igniting, a realm of lawlessness. Those of youngness taking up arms, naturalness of this. A moment of pleasantness, everything slipping out of her hands. A path in claiming those days of joy, a chance in fighting back. Chronos walking onto the field, disbelief of him. Those coming together, a final push against one of grandness.
"Come on, you can't forget about me now." He smiles.
"You guys..."
Those surrounding her, littleness of this support, appreciation of it. Loneliness of her ventures, forcing onward. Hatred guiding her way, scars eternally branding. Memories forever engraving, shakiness of her. Weakness in days of old, desiring in resting. Unable to do so, a path to her deepest wish. Untrusting in others, hostility to numerous. Closing her eyes, niceness of this. Unlikeliness of an alliance, hearts riding along in the wind. Nigh impossibility of the battle, companions with her. Opening her vision, standing in her side. Reaching behind, gripping Lævateinn. Directing it at Ultima, negativity concentrating.
Stretching far, scales of blackness coating the back of the scythe. Bleeding in redness, glimmering in the light. Smallness of her, opposition against those far above her. An enemy surpassing her, incapability of closing this gap. Unwillingness in relenting, those reaching out their hand. Grabbing her own, pulling her up. Once again standing, malevolence emitting from her body, this deep darkness. Extending her offhand, malice tearing away at it. Everyone witnessing this, her expanding arm. Arriving out of blackness, that massive shadowy claw of a dragon. Her pulsing veins, a transformation alarming some.
"Perhaps I have been trying to do things alone for much too long...heh, how foolish of me—"
Words throughout time, refusing to believe in fate. Holding onto it, this branding upon her. Seeking what is inside, failure of it in times of yore. Tormenting feelings, unable in speaking out. Silence in darkness, helplessness of this. Frustrations of deepness, desperation of her. Years going by, those experiences carrying with her. Trusting in herself, an old friend with her. Two once again facing a threat of enormousness, a few more joining. Daring of her eyes on Ultima, confidence brimming from her. Treading down a path of despair, her soul eternally in bondage. Events molding her vision, persisting alone. Trueness not of it, many willing in extending a hand to her.
"—onward! Hold nothing back!" Cyra commanding.
A voice of guidance, capability of performing miracles. Those wishing for it, giving their aid. Believing in her, slimness of their chances. Enough in opposing, hearts meeting in this game. One in the deepest of darkness, fury boiling at her depths. Containing it for longness, unleashing it in the presence of her enemies. Leading the battlefield, igniting sentiments. Racing in an abyss of blackness, avoiding hands of shadows. Bloodiness of them, horrifying of it. Resisting the binding on him, that deity mightily roaring. Pressure of immensity, crashing against the influence chaining him. Struggling in keeping the seal in place, intensity of malevolence crushing down on the two goddesses. Divinity combining, efforts for naught. Shattering of his imprisonment, particles flying into the air, powerfulness of the shockwave.
"Aaaahh!!" Freya and Artemis screaming out.
Endlessness of conflict, turmoil never ceasing. Emotions directing the way, none of rightness nor wrongness. Instances shaping actuality, experiences of differences. Some of blissfulness, others of horribleness. Envying numerous, wanting the nigh impossible. Pushing onward, shouting their soul. Naturalness throughout time, a cycle of repetitiveness. Intensity of the assault, malevolence and divinity crushing in combination. Those two goddesses flying across the field, impact of heaviness. Ultima locking on that maiden, rushing at her. Scattering of the party, avoiding weight of his movements. Appearing in front of the devil, striking down at her. Continuously leaping back, his claws breaking the land. Pieces of largeness in the air, annoyance of this. Horizontally attacking, catching this moment. Flipping over his assault, that god gazing up. Her back in his direction, glaring down at him, revealing her claw.
"These are our desires Reed!" she strikes down at the head of the beast.
Devastating of the impact, crushing malevolence crashing against him. Loudness of his screeching, that god colliding into the ground. Feelings reaching in this instance, those coming together. Littleness on their own, much more of togetherness. Deepness of pain, her path of loneliness. Those alongside her, seeing a way in grasping what is inside of her. Moving onto a plain far above her own, inflicting damage on her foe. The end of days upon them, refusing in relenting. An opportunity at hand, Valor homing in on this, extending his hand forward.
"Now!" Valor commanding.
Uniting in this moment, differing ideals. Tormenting sentiments, reason in pushing onward. Opposing the rationality of others, normalcy of this. Anguishing emotions, seeking what is within. Crushing enemies, those reaching for their desires. Connecting a wave line, riding it towards an ending of fulfillment. Weakness on their own, grandness together. Flowing streams, tears spilling in the abyss. A stifling voice, frustrations of greatness. Unleashing what is inside, selfishness guiding the way. Chronos expanding his arms, pentagrams rushing out. Slowing of time, advantageous of this. Ares and Artemis assaulting Ultima, fire and water crashing against him. Fearsome tides, horrifying flames. Resisting these assaults, slowly rising to his knees. Running along this length, a pavement lighting its way. That young woman rendering the palm of her claw into the beast, her fierce exertion. Extremity of the energy, massiveness of the wave, malevolence striking down the god. Hitting the ground, Odin following up.
Ascending high, aiming at Ultima. Lightning of divinity descending, colliding into the entity, shredding the surroundings. Difficulty in opposing, points of smallness. Joining in arms, grasping the tiniest of hope. One keeping this alive, willingness in rising to the challenge. Those following, wanting in grabbing their wish. Victor bursting onward, his spear scraping along the land. Striking through, twin lances impaling that god. Loudness of his roar, that angel rising high. Floating far above the platform, feathers of whiteness raining down. An opportunity at hand, Levi soaring into the sky. Locking onto his foe, diving at him. Crashing down, a twister of enormousness releasing, negativity ripping through. Iciness of the field, chilling of it. Identifying this, that animal pulling away. Water freezing the surroundings, entombing Ultima in a glacier of giganticness. Standing there, a sculpture of ice. Everyone catching their breaths, hopes and dreams connecting this path.
"That was a bit more difficult than needed." Valor wiping the sweat from his face.
"Indeed." Chronos agreeing.
A vessel to a deity of grandness, hatred in direction to one. Tormenting feelings, understanding of this. Foolishness of it, not learning. One born from two, one of highness, the other of the land. Differences setting their path, niceness of it. Warmness for a moment, horribleness setting in. Events paving its way, building blocks to currentness. Victor's vision on the god, uncertainty from him. Chilling of this feeling, that maiden closely fixating her eyes on that beast. Fury still exhibiting from him, powerfulness of this entity. Influence of massiveness, frightening if this.
"Hold on...stay on guard!" Cyra warning.
Shakiness of her, quivering of her heart. Immensity of his pressure, alarming of this. Those turning their attention to that deity, cracking of the ice. Slimness of the chances, a foe far above numerous. Endlessness of his strength, streaming sentiments. Wanting in finishing one, times of old. Vision constantly inside of his mind, a field of ruin. One bringing down countless, helplessness of him. Chunks of enormousness falling, hitting against the ground. Breaking apart, coldness of the area. Valor stepping forward, unease from him. Those sharing in this moment, nervousness of them.
"H—he is still alive!" Argent stepping back.
Efforts of hardness, coming so far, putting aside their differences. Nerve wrecking of this, an enemy of powerfulness. A weapon in place, purpose in exterminating one. A devil constantly rising, seeking what is inside of her. Opposing the logicality of others, shouting her soul. One containing illness of emotions, those feeling strongly flowing. Breaking free from his confinement, unleashing a wave of massiveness. Immediately looking towards the boy, her feet hastily moving. Time seeming of slowness, that attack closing in. Her comrades unable in acting, that child covering himself. Rushing in front of him, facing that approaching force. Trembling of her eyes, desperately blocking it. Trying to resist, crushing of its influence. Agonizing of this, widening of her vision. Incapability of withstanding, screaming out.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"