Little time with her, those discovering of her defect. A mighty wolf giving her a chance, allowing her into the wind. An individual wrapping him in her warmth, showing him hope. Her high emotions, these guiding feelings.

Enduring an enormous weight, carrying the desires of others. The maiden racing onward, her aching heart. An endless battlefield, sorrow plaguing it. Her squad sacrificing much, Fenrir aiding her.

The All-Father linking to the madness, her boiling hatred. Wishing to confront him, her will to meet the challenge. Needing to find one first, everything ending with her capture.

Fenrir...my friends...your wishes, your desires will be heard.

Simple feelings streaming along an eternal abyss, one pushing onward in the insanity. An individual carrying the hopes and dreams of others, someone running towards her past. These lingering feelings within, her intensifying fury.

The maiden's attention ahead, many demons rushing at her. Swarming her, unease from her. Refusing to stop, the clearing rain. Light piercing through, chaos everywhere on the battlefield.

Hills stretching around her, countless bodies scattering far underneath the harsh sun. An unending wave, corpses in pieces, some serving Odin. That dreadful memory to her, her companions suffering great brutality.

Those once in the living, pushing through to their desires. Clashing against one another, dancing within their own sense of reason, others opposing their rationality. Blood staining the land, the thick air. Cleaving her enemy in two, spilling crimson liquid on the field.

This immense stress on her, the young woman's quivering heart. Standing there, gripping the side of her head. Disgust in her vision, lowering her weapon. Doubt within her, numerous salivating beasts. Their fangs in view, claws scraping the ground.

A katana scarring the earth, severing a Minotaur in half. Valor residing from afar, an eager deity. His awareness on the energy, his slowly burning fire again, a familiar voice catching his attention.

"Filth, stand down!" she commands.

His stopping world, steadily looking around. The deity's hasty chest, that voice ringing through his head. Following its guidance, racing towards the slim chance. Hoping for the person, nearing them by the moment.

Fixing his gaze on her, his widening eyes. Someone turning up again, performing another miracle. Her sealing five hundred years prior, an event branding on him.

Slowly approaching her, finding himself on her road again in the abyss. Her warm hand to him, the god moving in her direction.

Witnessing her cleaving a hellhound in two, spilling blood on the land. Enemies stepping away, fearing her, this massive threat to them. Her mind not fully in it, a great weight crushing her.

"Cyra..."

Never ending conflict, hearts feverishly resisting. One once again in this terrible actuality, her presence on the battlefield. The god's close vision on her, seeing her holding the side of her head.

Her clear distress, little time with him. The approaching foes, his attention above. A dragon soaring high, locking onto her. The descending enemy, their mighty claws in view. High emotions from her, malice secreting from the young woman.

Her building rage, her old friend feeling this. Quickly acting, moving towards her. Her motioning arm, hatred in her gaze, her shining blade. Needing to prevent this occurrence, Valor sensing something not right.

"Hey! Keep it together!" his urgent voice.

Blackness clouding her mind, fangs in the shadows. Those mouths surrounding her, the maiden's great fury. Her eyes on her target, someone quickly approaching. Their voice becoming clearer, shaking her into reality.

Defensively shifting her stance, the dragon approaching her, its claws nearing her. An icy mist spreading, shrouding the area, this cold yet comforting feeling. The deity appearing in front of her, connecting his blade with the beast.

Stopping its attack, his serious gaze on it. The young woman stepping back, sparks emitting between the two assaults. Wondering on the person, that god repelling the beast's attack. Flowing wind, the shining sun.

The damp surroundings, this thick scent everywhere. The deity's crimson hair, his eyes of the ocean. Armor brilliantly radiating, reflecting his beliefs within. His stern eyes on the foe, immediately stepping back, avoiding a strike.

Motioning his blade over his shoulder, instantly bursting onward. Colliding through his opponent, shortly standing on the other end. His sword afar, soon sheathing it.

Splitting the enemy in two, those halves falling to the land. The god facing the maiden, gazing at her. Approaching her, shortly standing in front of her. His hand towards her, gently resting it on her cheek.

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This person before him, someone returning to the living. Uncertainty from her, the young woman leaping away, directing her sword at him. Something not right, her hostile eyes on him.

"She doesn't remember me...why...? For now I better assess the situation..." His suspicious vision.

These strange feelings, her hazy memories. Meeting this person, someone coming in her time of need. Closely looking at him, a blurry image in her mind. Cautiously shifting her stance, her sharp vision on him.

The deity's hand behind his head, slightly lowering himself. A risky situation, needing to calm the problem. A sinister chance, yet peculiar sentiments within her. This confusing warmth, steadying herself.

"Ah...sorry...you reminded me of someone. Forgive my rudeness." Lowering his hand, looking away a bit.

A miracle before his eyes, his companion returning. Disappointment at her reaction, thinking on the reason for it. His boiling blood, few aware on her. A purpose in her presence, a way to shift the tides. The maiden's attention on him, observing the god for a moment.

Shortly calming herself, these familiar sensations around him. Unable to pinpoint it, this nice emotion. Racing through a dreadful place, following the blurry image. This similar feeling, her hand to her chest. Her despairing eyes, safety at last.

"You're one of the new recruits..." Folding his arms.

"I—I'm sorry..." Her eyes below.

"Hey, it's fine. I warned those bastards to leave new recruits outta this mess." Turning away, his stern look.

Wondering on the person with her, needing to unravel the fragments within her. Losing much on the way, carrying the hopes and dreams of others. Hatred at her depths, wishing to confront another. A deity on a throne, his hand in this madness, her boiling fury. Valor observing his surroundings, devils scattering far.

Bodies piling everywhere, a massacre before his eyes. The sad maiden, her vision to him. Insanity around every corner, an enormous weight on her shoulders.

Tiring from the nightmarish experience, her tormenting sentiments. The god positioning his arms, thinking on her condition. Her memories not there, his awareness on the possibility. Rage inside of him, an unforgivable action.

"Just what did they do to you...?" his grim expression.

A terrible hand, one despising the battlefield. Misfortune constantly grabbing her, pulling her away from her desire. Her once happy life long ago, everything slipping. A demon binding in chains, its tight hold for years.

Unable to endure any longer, eventually breaking free. Seeking after her freedom, yearning for the endless sky. An entity wandering in blackness, her goal in mind. Failing to achieve it, a devil performing a miracle.

Those not respecting her, stripping away the smallest things. The deity shaking his head from left to right, not wanting to shock her memories back. Thinking on the extent of her damage, some unease in him.

"Your name?" facing her, gripping his upper arm.

"Maria..." Slightly tilting her head at him.

The All-Father's voice echoing in her, this shaking feeling within her. These guiding feelings, her boiling anger. Lives no more, their wish to be free from his grasp. Certain sentiments to her, someone despising taking up arms.

Having to tread down her path, seeking after her past. The freezing deity, a person susceptible to her daughter. Frustrations inside of him, his awareness on the individual responsible. His strange behavior to the maiden, the young woman wondering on it.

"This is definitely Odin's doing...you bastard...!" Valor scowling a bit.

A god targeting his companion, pulling her from her slumber. Sealing away her memories, keeping her under wraps. An entity unable to contain her, that individual pushing forward, seeking her freedom.

A demon providing a miracle, those turning against her. The deity quickly scanning his surroundings, seeing the enemies attention elsewhere. Fortune with them, an opening at hand.

Shortly turning to her, his eyes on her. Valor carefully approaching the situation, steadily proceeding onward. This one before him again, someone shining hope in the farthest darkness.

"Well, Maria—"

Ensuring his surroundings, danger in this place. A dilemma in his hands, these concerning pieces. His companion turning up again, his steadily returning will. Events branding on him, remembering her miracle years ago.

One opposing reason, holding onto the smallest chance. A devil clashing against the weapon of the gods, refusing to give in. Sounding her soul, forcing onward in the madness.

Everything slipping away from her, a person falling into despair. Her slumber for a long time, two eventually meeting again, her memories not with her.

"—tell me...the squad you came with...are they okay?" his hesitant voice.

"No...they are all dead..." Her attention away.

"Tch...I'm gonna seriously give those gods an earful when this is over." Turning in disgust.

A losing war, his certainty on the person responsible for her presence. His defecting companion, someone running towards her freedom. Wishing for betterment, everything riding on their success.

Failing to save those to her heart, carrying a heavy burden. The once supreme deity's boiling rage, his mind on one above. Needing to evaluate his companion later, concerning with her condition.

"Stay close to me, okay?" glancing back to her, slightly lowering his head.

The young woman standing in a black abyss, gazing at a blurry image. This familiar feeling in her, wishing to break the harsh seal on her. A great restriction on her, these agonizing sentiments within her.

Watching the person moving further away, racing after them in the darkness. Extending her hand, screaming out to them. Steadily ceasing her movements, soon remaining still. That one far away, her uneasy heart.

The individual turning to her, their hand in her direction. Not wishing to endanger the one ahead, something drawing her to this conclusion.

"B—but...I will only get in the way..." Uncertainty from her.

"You are not dying on my watch, remember this if anything." His calm voice.

"Huh...? What do you mean...?"

"If you go into battle conflicted, you will surely perish. Cast aside your fears, your doubts, those will simply hasten your demise. Even as bleak as this situation seems, there is always a way. You just gotta find it." Confidence from him.

A way always existing, those words from his old friend. A heart feverishly resisting, reaching for the smallest chance. Her fragile wings, someone wishing to soar free. Her deep selfishness, doubting herself at times.

Persisting down her path, turning the tiniest possibility into an actuality. Someone wrapping others in her light, guiding them forward.

"It ain't over till it's over, so don't you go givin' up, okay?" his gentle tone.

That message from him, the maiden internalizing it. Carefully thinking on it, its strange familiarity to her. Appreciating him, refusing to forfeit her life.

Hopes and dreams in her hands, those precious individuals giving up much. The young woman wanting to bring meaning to their demise, a grand entity leading them to this misfortune.

"I'm Valor by the way." Informing her.

Valor...that name...it sounds so familiar...