Blood soaking the battlefield, the deity's vision above. Many gathering clouds, their grim problem. One returning from the depths, this person before him. Her driving resolve, her desire to crush Odin.
A god willing to support her, two connecting hearts. The maiden's branding agony, constantly opposing her enemies. Valor seeking a way to free her from her torment, not wishing to drag her back into the madness.
Close friends protecting each other, concerning with one another, their dreadful partings in the past. A deity taking it in steps, needing to bring back the maiden's memories over time.
"Cyra...here you are once more. These endless tragedies following you, I will sever it this time. Odin...when I return, we are going to have a long discussion..."
Living with tormenting sentiments, yearning to break these restraints. A miracle five hundred years prior, feeling the weight of the young woman's despair. Her overwhelming force, crushing him beneath it.
That person rising again, pursuing what is inside. An entity high above targeting her, stripping away her memories. His increasing anger, the deity's intention to confront the All-Father, his returning spark.
"You seem troubled." Cyra looking to the god.
"I am just trying to make sense of everything." Slightly looking back to her.
"I see...I am also having trouble making sense of things..." Her vision a bit to her side.
"For now, it is best you steadily proceed. There is no telling of the damage to be done if you go berserk..." Valor's uncertainty.
A devil approaching her goal, someone choosing to give up their hope. Her desire to keep her family together, an individual bringing demise in the wake of her despair.
A person selfishly running down her path, driving the realms towards ruin. Feverishly reaching after her goal, clashing against the greatest weapon of the gods. Failing to grasp what is within, her choice in the end.
Her deep frustrations, performing a miracle. Her sorrow within, the deity witnessing it. That god secluding information for now, the young man patiently waiting for her complete return.
Chronos from far, unease inside of him, two old friends moving further into the battlefield. Fenrir taking up much time, a valuable piece out of their hands, his uncertainty on the repercussions.
Screaming souls in a chilling land, its decay further in this terrible place. Falling trees, death lingering in it. Devils spanning far, those awaiting orders from the Lord of Darkness. That dragon bathing in malice, someone born underneath the crimson moon.
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An individual similar to another, yet unable to extend the same influence. Gazing at his servants, Wrath before him. A tactical Accursed, a fiend unleashing his fury in his own way. Bowing to his lord, shortly floating straight. An entity not expecting the current results, their force taking a hit.
"Lord Hades, it appears that Fenrir is no longer on the playing field." Gesturing his arm forward.
Freeing a hound from his prison, bending the arrow in their direction. The beast racing out to his goal, someone failing to meet the line. A skillful wolf, an individual priding himself in his capabilities.
This development in the war, ill news to the Dark Lord. A steadily turning tide, an uncertain feeling within him, this concerning situation. An unnerving feeling in Hades, someone taking a heavy loss.
"Explain yourself." His serious vision.
"Hard to say really. All I can inform you of, is that Fenrir battled an angel. However, it appears that they have come to an understanding, when Chronos of the gods attacked the wolf while he was unaware. After that, I cannot say for certain what exactly transpired." Wrath positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
Pieces from the abyss, one from the shadows steadily rising. Her memories in a seal, someone forcing forward. An entity combatting a grand opponent, both eventually understanding one another. An ambush on the hound, that shifting situation.
This concerning problem, yet something more troubling. A person able to stand against the wolf, Hades wondering on it. The Dark Lord nearing his victory, a new threat presenting themselves. An individual piercing the line, displaying their power.
"You cannot say for certain?" the Lord of Darkness' serious voice.
"It is difficult to say if he escaped or not. Let alone, we might have someone much more problematic to deal with." Wrath's hand to his chin.
A strange one opposing Fenrir, her great capabilities. A god from the heavens coming down, these two pieces on the board. The slowly changing tides, this heavy hit on the Dark Lord. Keeping his eye on his goal, wanting to claim what is within.
A war in his direction, those dancing on the stage. A setback to Hades, an entity drawing closer to his win. Needing to force his path back in line, his desire to meet the challenge.
"Very well, we move onto the next plan." The Lord of Darkness' calm tone.
"And that is?" Wrath folding his arms in interest.
A threat entering onto the field at a most unwelcoming time, the dragon unable to identify the full severity. Someone refusing to fall, pushing onward in his direction, yearning for what is within. A moon no longer red, a fact to his attention.
Hades gazing above, the dark clouds shielding the light. His vision shortly to the ground, thinking on a beast able to bring victory. The Dark Lord's wish to reach a plane far above his own, an entity racing down his route.
"Nidhogg, the one resting deep below, encircling itself around the roots of Yggdrasil." Hades looking towards Wrath.
Those born underneath the crimson light, a moon cursing their existence. The dragon wanting more, an individual believing in his path. Someone coming far, breaking into another realm.
Taking it over, moving fragments forward. New pieces on the board, a deity also descending, needing to act now. The Accursed bowing to his lord, assuring his success. From afar, Envy standing there. The Knight of Darkness, malice tearing away at him.
His horse behind him, bathing in blackness. The person thinking on the occurrence, his awareness on the young woman. A body no longer his own, yet a way to free himself from his shackles.