This immerse force, the pressure of a deity. That giant one revealing out of the water, rising above the ship, her pale blue skin. Her long flowing hair, icy armor on her.

The researcher quickly stepping behind her guard, her trembling body. The mercenary's vision meeting with the grand one, that goddess noting something strange.

The harshly swaying vessel, feeling the crushing power of the entity, an unfavorable battlefield. This foe expanding her arms, solidifying the liquid.

Launching her assaults on the ship, impaling the many people on board, freezing the field. Pushing them out into the sea, pulling them far below. Choosing to leave the former knight and noble-woman, a confusing situation to them.

"Why would you do that...?" Sol uneasily gripping her upper arm.

"While I was summoned to drag Atlalune to the depths of the sea, I will first determine her heart. Depending on it, you will both either go free or join those lost at the bottom." Her calm voice.

This deity before the maiden, having to stall for some time. An individual unable to use magic herself, requiring that power. Gathering it within her, her unsteady heart.

Coming far, nearing her goal. Desiring to bring meaning to the demise of one, that goddess looking straight into her. Her awareness on the former knight's path, someone refusing to stop, all for a person to their heart.

"What is it you want?" the maiden stepping forward, putting away her knives.

"First off, do you have a selfish heart? Do not lie." Folding her arms.

"I do, everything I have done was for Estelle. It did not matter what actions I had to take towards that goal." Gripping her upper arm, looking to her side.

Her purpose to her current point, continuously remembering that one to her heart. A young woman with the eyes of the sun, that princess shining light onto her path. Someone seeing more in her, giving her a way out of her sorrow.

This answer to the goddess, her extending influence. Freezing the surroundings, those sharp ice around them. The researcher fearfully looking from end to the next, her hands to her chest.

"How many lives do you plan to upend for your selfish desire?" Ishra's serious eyes on her.

"As many as needed. Be they the common folk, royalty, or the gods. I will bring meaning to her demise, I owe her this much." Atlalune standing on her side, glaring at the deity.

"L--Lune..." Sol's uncertain vision on her.

Speaking what is within, refusing to back down. Her resolve to proceed, this rage in her. Rushing back from her mission, a fire still to her mind. Witnessing her companion's last words, this helpless feeling within her.

Searching for her target for years, her willingness to crush everything in her path towards a single goal. Her black heart, the goddess seeing it. That entity's increasing power, the harshly swirling water around the ship, heavy wind against the two below.

"Last question. Even if you are successful, what is in it for you in the end?" her sharp gaze on the maiden.

"Nothing, simply peace of mind. I can die just fine after completing my goal." Rubbing her wrist.

"Does your devotion truly go so far, even in this situation...?" the researcher's quickly beating chest.

Running down her direction, reaching for one at the end of this nightmare. Her great sadness, her deep rage. Her mind on her desire, refusing to back down.

This entity witnessing her resolve, the Iconoclast watching the development. The increasing waves, the solidifying ice. A harsh storm on the two, that maiden willing to oppose the reason of her enemies.

"You Atlalune possess a dangerous resolve like the Iconoclast. As such, I will drown you both in the abyss below." Pointing at them.

A heart consuming in hatred, refusing to fall again. Proceeding down her path, clashing against her enemies. Taking the dangerous direction, reaching for one to her heart. Racing in darkness, a faint light on her road.

Seizing on the opportunity, breaking through her opponents. This immense force around her, the goddess unleashing it. The descending disaster, horror from the noble-woman. Crashing the force into the ship, the mage flying afar.

That maiden shockingly looking to her, seeing her hit the mast. Watching her fall to the floor, the researcher lying in pain. Standing there, the mercenary's shaking body.

Her trembling eyes, an image never leaving her. Failing to protect someone long ago, her quickly beating heart. Curling her hands into fists, her building fury.

"Your actions have consequences. What you have chosen, is a lonely path, and as such. You will feel its full weight." The goddess looking down at her.

"She had nothing to do with my selfishness. Never again...mark my words, I will incinerate you..." Facing the deity, glaring at her.

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Her deep anger, her igniting spirit. Her harshly extending fire, crashing against the countless attacks. Crushing her foe, the entity uneasily looking down at the maiden.

A triggering point, bringing out the power of the Phoenix. The burning of her soul, her willingness to tear away at it. Enveloping the area, setting the field ablaze. Steam rushing everywhere, halting the flow of time in her rage.

"I will burn away at my soul, and I will continue to do so if it shall mean that night is never repeated!"

Coming upon a strange person on a mission, this individual reflecting another. That similar behavior over the passing time, experiencing those old days again. Going beyond, wanting to bring her away from her sorrow. Awaiting the noble-woman to tell her more, patiently remaining on the side.

Her guiding hatred, her mind firmly on her path. Carrying these two sides, refusing to allow a night to repeat. The Iconoclast witnessing this moment, a mercenary willing to burn away at her spirit. Gripping her knives, dashing around the goddess.

Hurling countless blades, surrounding the entity with it. Shortly landing below, releasing the realm. Those innumerable attacks crashing into her target, an inferno crushing her opponent. Massively expanding, incinerating everything in its path, a barrier protecting the mage.

That falling foe, hitting the sea. Her steadily opening vision, seeing Atlalune on the edge. Her arm above, its massively morphing form. The hand of Titan, drawing out its power. Rushing down at her target, grabbing her enemy. Tightly holding the deity close, harshly squeezing them.

"You gods are the reason Estelle is dead. And while my goal is to kill only one, if I have to slaughter you all in my way, then I will!" her powerful voice.

A bright person once in her life, those warm days still to her mind. Wanting them again, pushing onward in her sorrow. Another coming in, shining light onto her path. Refusing to fail again, a mistake leading to the loss of a precious individual.

Constantly dealing with wars, gods creating problems. A never ending cycle, this rage at her depths. The maiden concentrating energy, releasing the heavy earth attack.

That violently exploding assault, forcing her enemy into the sea below, high waves rising far. That quickly ascending goddess, raising the water level. Solidifying it in ice, descending on the former knight.

Crashing into her, sending her flying afar. The mercenary hitting the floor, sliding off the edge. Narrowly grabbing the ledge, her eyes on the deity floating above her, that being looking down at her.

"A human who seeks to defy the gods, but even more. Someone who is willing to bring ruin in the wake of her despair. Do you not see how damning your actions are?!" swinging out her arm.

"It matters not what I have to do. I can perish later, but not until Estelle's death has meaning...!" pulling herself onto the ship.

Pain eternally on her soul, her fiery passion. Burning away at her spirit, proceeding down her path. Standing up, heavily breathing. Her eyes to the noble-woman, that person unconscious on the ground.

The mercenary against this foe, shouting what is within. That Iconoclast watching, feeling her heart. Witnessing the icy prison surrounding the former knight, many chilling weapons materializing from afar.

The maiden's sharp vision on her enemy, thinking on one from the past. Racing down the dark abyss, reaching for her. Another coming in their place, Sol's guiding gleam.

Those approaching attacks, Atlalune stepping forward. These nearing assaults, someone coming in front of her. Their brightly shining light, that mage standing there. Dispersing the attacks, the former knight's surprise.

"You will not harm Atlalune." Her solemn voice.

"That's what the strange feeling I had. The woman Sol, her soul was badly damaged. So, princess Estelle. You used your own to fill what was missing, allowing her to live." The goddess folding her arms.

This feeling on their meeting, two souls in one. A princess using her own, saving someone on the verge of death. Sustaining the noble-woman, filling her missing parts.

The researcher's changing eye colors, those reflecting another. The mercenary's hasty heart, her trembling eyes on the person in front of her. That similar behavior, an individual with the vision of the sun.

"I did, but this is her life. Not mine, I only came because of her strong feelings to save Atlalune." Her hand to her chest.

"E--Estelle...is that, really you...?" Atlalune reaching for her.

Carrying on in hatred, yearning to bring meaning to the demise of one. A princess choosing to save another, merging her soul with the noble-woman. Feeling her presence, experiencing those old days again.

That pure one turning to the maiden, her faint smile on them. Extending her hands, holding the former knight's own. Atlalune falling to her knees, gazing at the person.

"Sol and I are one, and this is her life. While I thought I was saving her, she ended up giving me my freedom." Her soft smile.

"Why are you just showing up now? Do you have any idea how much I missed you?" Atlalune's dreadful eyes.

"I know, but this is not my life." Her vision slightly away.

"Then...you will go away, again...?" the mercenary lowering her head, tears to her eyes.

A moment between them, two souls meeting once again. That one before the maiden, the driving force behind her resolve. Seeing her again, those eyes of the sun. A princess coming to her aid, protecting her from a deadly attack.

A life not her companion's own, someone revealing herself for a bit. These aching sentiments, the former knight's shaking body. This pure one descending to her knee, embracing the maiden.

"Atlalune, do not lament, you are our knight now." Her faint smile.

Wrapping her arms around this precious one, biting her lower lip. These emotions in her, her flowing tears. That fading energy, feeling the princess returning within the mage. Holding the young woman in her arms, this one not awake.

Coming to her aid, pleading to one from the past to save her. That knight looking to the goddess, her stern expression on her. Her igniting soul, these flames surrounding her. The entity raising her hand, someone no longer willing to fight, her confusing action to the mercenary.

"While I do not condone your actions, these two clearly see something in you. So, allow me to ask one more question." Ishra gripping her arms.

"And that is...?" Atlalune's steadily settling flames.

"Do you view the person there as Sol or Estelle?" her vision a bit away.

Her eyes on the unconscious individual, two souls existing within one. These conflicting sentiments inside the maiden, her unsteady heart. A bright flower coming into her life, shining light onto her path.

Her similar behavior to another, this warmth in her presence. The knight on her knees in a black abyss, uncertainty from her, this innocent person in her arms.

"I...do not know..." Lowering her head.

"Allow me to give one advice. A life is their own, not what you want them to be. I will lend you my power, but in return, use it to find your answer." Her vision on the mercenary.

A doubtful heart, this situation before the knight. Words from a precious person, a life not her own. Two sharing in it, that princess acknowledging the will of the other. That maiden thinking on it, her sad eyes on the goddess above.

That steadily fading one, her blue energy swirling around the mercenary. Flowing into her body, this great power inside of her. The shortly settling storm, the steady ship. Atlalune looking to the noble-woman, her distant eyes.

Sol and Estelle, two souls in one. I am not sure what to think, or what to do. Though, there is one thing I am certain of. I am their knight...