Similar alignments, a church pulling strings from the shadows. Those earlier days, bliss between two. Pure feelings, difficulty at times. One ascending through her ranks, her hard steel. A sword to strike down her foes, not allowing others into her life. An unlikely meeting, a crimson light shining down. Encountering an innocent individual, their growing bond. A shattering blade, losing her way. That guiding one, setting her on a new path. Harsh at first, lashing out at her commander.

Harming another, realizing this. Turning in that abyss, making her way to her friend. Words bringing this one happiness, steadily proceeding. Not in awareness on this person’s worth, that sinking in upon their parting. Cherishing this one, understanding this in her imprisonment. Death claiming her, a contract with a demon. Changing herself, breaking free from her bondage. Her clear goal, that companion in her mind. An irreplaceable partner, not allowing this madness. Memories from her, leading the young woman.

Those escaping a terrible forest, gratefulness to her. Night no more, a shining light upon a city. The warm sun, a place filling with life. Tall buildings, intersecting pathways. Happiness from some, bickering from others. Not knowing about the church, living in the palm of their hands, pieces in their game. An inn on the far side, those three in a room. Sitting at the center, their map on the table. This simple area, three beds towards the back. A way to the bathroom, some plants along the corners, a window of the outside.

"Fourth class Roman is the leader of this city. Let alone there being two layers to the cathedral in this part." Isa positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"Once again, I will say night is our best time to act." That young man trailing his finger around the structure.

"And there doesn't seem to be anything of worth to use as a strategic advantage." Ellis folding her arms, unease from this.

Three of them, one more in this. Drawing closer towards their destination, these powerful enemies. A problem on them, little to work with. Scenarios in the past, jobs of the young woman. Unfavorable situations, guiding those with her. Experiences over her years, folding her arms, carefully thinking. Visualizing details, two layers to deal with. A city without anything to use, tapping her foot against the ground. Isolation of their only choice, this risky play. Nothing else of a chance, betting on it. Raising her hand, pointing outside of the building.

"We need to isolate our target. Ellis will take care of those on the outside, Zeke will clear out the first layer. He will be nearby in case something happens, and I will face Roman." Certainty from her.

"It is the best plan we got, we'll have to be really quick about this though. As soon as we are done, we flee this city." The young man tapping the side of the table.

"Oh...this will be something alright..." Sighing, that woman holding the side of her head.

Another stronghold, a high one amongst it. Their small force, unsettling sentiments. Terrains not to their advantage, many enemies in this area. Narrowing down options, focusing in on the best one. Having to over-perform, this unnerving situation. Opposing a leader, a church pressing down on countless. Those faithfully serving it, blindly believing his will. One once part of their ranks, never questioning this. Another of innocence coming into her life, brightening her path. A reprieve at the moment, Ellis heading out. That young woman studying the map, Zeke confronting her, sitting across the table.

"Ya know...the church, they sacrificed someone I cared about. So, I understand what you are going through..." That young man's attention slightly away.

"With each passing day...the feeling gets worse...and worse. I tremble at failing..." Lowering her head, her shaking fists.

"Yeah, that's how I felt as well. Then that night arrived, and my entire world came crashing down. It has been years, and my hatred for the church is still powerful..." Holding his arms, anger in his eyes.

Images in his mind, desperation from him. Racing after one dear to him, those tears in her eyes. Fighting against many, wounds greatly on him. Not relenting, that Temple of Seres. An azure light, its flowing energy. Standing at the top, his trembling gaze. That leader glancing back to him, his stern vision. One no longer of the living, her lifeless body. Screaming out, charging at him. Swiftly striking, spilling blood. That falling young man, pulling himself to the person. Weakly extending his hand, gripping her own. Collapsing from his pain, tears in his eyes. Never forgetting this, devoting his life to bringing down the church.

"Even through this anger...I still maintain myself a bit. Which is why I ask, to minimize the damage..." His sorrowful tone.

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"I have no problem with this, but we do what is needed." Her gentle gaze on him.

Precious individuals, a church taking them away. One leading them, countless falling in line. Believing in his way, few opposing this. An enemy of them, shadows concealing secrets. Searching for this, grasping the knowledge. Those files in her hands, her conflicting sentiments. Following in her beliefs, challenging that man. Defeat coming to her, that person spreading a lie. Capturing an innocent girl, subjecting her to torture. These boiling emotions, her harsh rage. Each passing day, fearing the worst. Yearning to bring her partner back into her arms, wanting to succeed.

"If you had another chance, would you not do everything in your power to save this person?" her soft tone.

"Yeah...I would, no doubt about it. Still, I would also want to hold onto my humanity while proceeding..." His vision to her.

"I suppose we each have our own way of doing things. Still, it does not hurt to try, just do not get yourself killed." Faintly smiling at him.

"Right..." Returning a similar grin, nodding in agreement.

Holding onto his humanity, his guiding fury. Not wishing to involve others, his enemy in mind. Helplessness of him, witnessing that night. Fighting his way through those of the church, wounds on his body. Losing one dear to him, attacking Armand. Defeat coming to him, surviving his encounter. Devoting his life to bringing down this man, finding assistance. A chance coming into his actuality, this burning hope. That one in his mind, his aching heart. One across the land, a large structure. A fort of it, those thick walls, gates around it.

That pathway upward, statues of the gods. A temple at the top, an altar of old. Near this, the cathedral in view. Stairs reaching higher, proud pillars surrounding it. Buildings around it, people going on with their lives. That leader inside, standing in front the statue of a goddess. Facing his prisoner, Elina in chains, his guards around her. Injuries on her, her filthy brown dress. His hands behind his back, knowing his next move.

"Prepare her for the next phase." His stern gaze.

Enduring cruelty, pain on her body. Agony to her, hope in her heart. That companion out there, one surpassing her challenges. Bringing down his servants, making her way towards him. Reports to his attention, unnerving information. Selfishly pursuing her path, trampling on lives. Not caring for the destruction, one in her mind. Her feverish resolve, this reflecting from her time under his command. Following in her beliefs, never relenting. Questioning the church, searching deeper. Coming upon some truth, imprisoning her. Years going by, giving up her humanity. Breaking free from her bondage, a demon now of her, her displaying hatred.

"You are afraid of Isa, of what you brought into reality." Elina’s calm voice.

Her words to him, unease by this. Talent with this one, someone once of nothingness. Proving herself, taking on a job. A great risk, her tremendous performance. Hastily moving through the ranks, one of their best. Her hard steel, a weakness in this. Not bending, clashing against her foes. Exploiting this, bringing defeat to her. A change in her course, a purpose in going forward. Those with her, flexibility from her. A difference in her, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. His quickly beating chest, trying to meet her determination. Pieces on the board, elites falling to her.

"Even if I die, Isa will be free..." Her soft tone.

Concerning with her companion, wanting her freedom. This weighing on her mind for years, learning of her escape. Some happiness coming to her, her increasing abilities. That one moving towards her, clashing against former allies. Bringing down strongholds, weakening influence. Yearning for those days of the past, wanting to embrace her again. Fine with not doing so, desiring for her safety. This innocent individual, her aching body.

Resisting this pain, steadily seeing a conclusion. That leader swinging out his arm, those taking her away. Separation of two, their aligning hearts. Not bending to this foe, leading their own existence. Hope with the young woman, these warm feelings. That maiden meeting with Ellis, both sitting at a table outside a shop. Flowing breeze, its gentle embrace. Passing people, some of happiness and sadness. Two across from each other, a cup of tea in front of them.

"They took someone from me as well, this happens quite a lot. A pattern of it, branding others as criminals, then proceeding with their plan." That woman looking away, frowning at this.

"I know, I found it in their files back when I worked under them. As you can guess, I was defeated shortly after that, and was thrown onto the Prison Island. Later learning that they plan to sacrifice Elina, but I do not know for what." Folding her arms, her attention a bit below.

"From what I know, they plan to summon a goddess, Seres, who requires a certain amount of sacrifices. I believe Elina is the last one. This is their way to deal with the endless conflict...no doubt enslaving everyone, or murdering countless. Probably both." Her vision on the devil.

This chilling knowledge, sacrificing many, their direction to a deity. A powerful entity, these unsettling feelings. Uncertainty in the outcome, strength above her own. Essentialness in preventing it, her companion's life towards this. The last one, holding her arms. Shaking at the chance, doubting herself. This immensely weighing on her, not wanting to fail. A bright individual, two once relishing in the presence of each other. Her heavy breathing, aching within, her heart growing cold.

"I will do all that I can to assist you. If we hurry, this can be prevented. However, I cannot say exactly what can happen due to this likely being the last one." Positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"You have my gratitude..." Isa lowering her head.

Short on time, a great entity. Those trying to summon a goddess, unable to predict the damage. This likely being the last one, everything possibly slipping away. This plaguing her, her agonizing sentiments, her mind on her partner. Importance to make haste, needing to weaken influence. Doubt in her, a new weight crushing down on her. Giving up her humanity, hatred fueling her. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, reaching for one at the end of this nightmare. That faint light, desiring for times of the past again, yearning to apologize to her.