Her artifact once again in her possession, a shining ray of hope setting forward in the abyss. One selfishly pushing forward, seeking after the mysteries in her past. Secrets residing in the darkness, her heart wishing to unravel them.
Her mind on some pieces, looking to the damage on the area. These conflicting feelings within her, its gripping pressure. Shortly shifting her eyes to her weapon, its silence towards her, the maiden suspecting it.
"You know something, tell me." Her soft tone.
Echoing voices underneath the twilight, these never ending horrors. Questions weighing on the maiden's mind, Reviver's silence at her. Closing her eyes, facing away from the scene. Her weapon's defiance, connecting some fragments.
These swirling sentiments within her, its unending stream. Feeling her unsettling past, its harsh weight on her. Shortly opening her vision, fixing it on a path. Walking in the direction, soon looking at the stairs leading higher.
Reviver knows about my memories, I am certain about it. I wonder, is the reason for its disobedience, might it be due to my command?
Steadily making sense of some things, one faithfully serving her. Her desire to connect the missing pieces in her life, a gap tormenting her. Heading into the area, ascending up the stairs. A thick scent in the area, making her way through the darkness.
An eternal night stripping away people's hopes, filling beautify with dread underneath the crimson light. A will from the farthest abyss, this presence steadily returning. Her mind on the Seraph's words, a message echoing through her. Focusing her vision, seeing a gate ahead.
Standing before it, her attention above. Malice flowing through it, an entrance leading elsewhere. Slightly glancing behind to Reviver, the weapon horizontally on the lower half of her back, shining a pure light. The staff clashing against the energy within, Cyra shifting her eyes ahead.
"Let us go, we must close this rift to proceed." Seriously walking onward.
An entity pushing through her challenges, refusing to remain silent. A great force ahead of her, those blood red eyes glaring at her. A heart meeting it in this eternal stream, malice burning from her body. Making her way to the other side, darkness around her.
Reviver brightly shining, bringing light to the area. Her eyes on a massive behemoth in the void, slightly stepping back. A monster towering high, its ferocious fangs. A crystal platform for miles, ancient symbols extending far.
Her eyes on the seal, the night releasing a great fiend. Her foe stomping down, mightily roaring. Dark pentagrams appearing around it, soon shattering into pieces. An enemy driving her onward, her desire to come closer to her past.
"Bear your fangs at me will you? Well then, we will see whose bite is harsher." Standing on her side, directing Rebellion at it.
Staring down her enemy in this eternal stream, her strongly burning sentiments. Sounding her soul in this black realm, the beast's immense rage at her. Roaring once more, malice burning from its claw. Scraping against the platform, negative energy spreading through its body. Thick black armor covering it, the foe soon rushing at her, shaking the area around it.
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Her moving feet, racing to her target. These two before one another, its claw descending on her. Her quick steps, slipping around her target. Its heavy attack hitting the floor, the field trembling underneath its force. Darkness releasing from the maiden's body, her hasty enemy.
Instantly dashing around her, spreading its azure fire. Surrounding her in its flames, crushing her in its might. An enormous explosion ripping through, blasting her away. Cyra enduring the assault, shortly touching down on the land from afar. A foe trapping the area in fire, this arena around them.
An enemy continuing its route, moving through the flames. Appearing far across the field, bearing its fangs, glaring at her. Standing on four legs, generating massive dark energy within its jaws.
A heart in the shadows, those sharp red eyes. Darkness harshly flowing from her body, these deep sentiments at her depths. A person rising to her challenge, refusing to back down. Reaching behind, taking hold of Reviver. Extending it to the back, generating intense electrical energy.
"So be it..."
One from the deepest abyss, a heart slowly making their way back into reality. An old nature opposing their foe, feverishly displaying their soul. Malice wildly raging from her, her intensifying negative energy.
Electricity sparking from her body, these endlessly flowing emotions. Fixing her vision on her enemy, her opponent increasing their force, terribly shaking the area. Negativity crushing down on the area, two readying for a final play.
"Reviver, unleash my hatred on our foe...leave nothing behind." Her chilling tone.
The crying staff, reacting to her will. Both motioning forward, that beast unleashing the enormous energy within it. That massive power tearing through the field, gathering the surrounding malice, empowering its assault.
An attack nearing the young woman, her unrelenting eyes. Its great might enveloping her, violently exploding the area. The slowly clearing smoke, Cyra no longer there, the beast feeling triumphant.
"Fool..."
Her ringing voice, the monster quickly looking above. Witnessing her high in the air, the entity falling towards it, that brightly sparking electrical energy from her. Her harshly burning malice, the fiend stepping back, growling at her. The maiden's boiling emotions, discharging what is within.
"Farewell..."
Unleashing the lightning below, barraging her foe in its frenzy. Crashing down the pure force on her enemy, tearing away at it. An electrical barrier stretching from the assault, trapping it inside. Shortly hurling her staff at it, piercing the shield, plunging it into her enemy.
The weapon heavily reacting, shortly violently dispersing, shredding the surroundings. A warm light washing over the area, Cyra shortly landing below. A fiend no more, the maiden gripping her staff, removing it from the land. Her eyes on the subsiding fire, soon looking to the exit.
"We have no reason to remain here." Cyra heading onward.
The lightening air, darkness slowly leaving her. The maiden's settling emotions, an immense pressure lifting from her chest. The young woman soon standing at the gate, her eyes once more to the void around her.
Reaching behind, gripping Reviver, moving it in front of her. A weapon's silence to her, Cyra accepting it for now. Putting away the staff, walking through the exit, finding herself in a path of light.
"What did I do...that required the loss of my memories...?" positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
These endless emotions within her, her unyielding rage. A heart yearning for freedom, forcing against her shackles in the abyss. A person shakily walking along her route, reaching for the shining light.
That entity seeking out the truth, great pain stabbing at her. An individual enduring her dread, pushing onward in the dusk. Cyra looking to the path, continuing her direction forward.
The eternal night...an endless night that never ceases. Bringing nightmares into reality, slowly leading me back to my past. I fear what is hiding away at my depths, but I will take this one step at a time...