Endless emotions in the past, desires rising to the surface for a moment. The eternal night revealing one hiding in the deepest darkness, an entity capable of standing against any power.
Their clawing despair, someone embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. The towering garden no more, that bleeding moon shining its light below on the terror.
One pushing onward, walking down this lonely abyss. Another soaring in the sky, contaminating the earth with her malefic feathers. An entity no longer on the surface, someone returning to the depths.
The time not right, an individual unable to face the truth. That maiden proceeding forward, reaching after the past. Her presence in the center of the ruin, her increasing frustration.
A weapon able to shift the war, her other half going after it. Feeling her staff nearby, its presence within the castle. An individual not able to go any further, soon closing her vision.
Slowly inhaling and exhaling, shortly opening her eyes. Fixing her gaze ahead, something catching her eye from the corner of a statue.
"Hm? What is this?"
Shortly standing before an object, a figure concealing something. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, this strange thing. The maiden extending her sword, soon striking the structure.
Shattering it, the pieces scattering on the ground. Her slightly wide eyes, a door beneath its destruction. A ray shining in this nightmare, finally coming across a way into the castle, her hasty heart.
"An entrance." Some relief from her.
Keeping her old friend's words to her heart, a moment looking up at last. Kneeling to the door, gripping the handle. Pulling on it, a lock in place. Slightly scowling, ripping it from the ground. The young woman tossing it aside, soon standing up. Her vision on the path below, shortly descending down this direction.
An area quickly growing darker, a person shortly unable to see her surroundings. Continuing down her path, refusing to turn back. Eventually seeing a light, her hopeful heart. Cyra finding herself in the treasury far below, a room containing the riches of the kingdom.
A mountain of gold in the area, many other valuables in the room. Her steadily unbinding chains, seeing her way through the nightmare. Walking along her dark road, shadowy hands trailing her. Walls mirroring around her, her hazy past within them. Glancing to the memories, unable to clearly see them.
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The maiden walking a bit ahead into the room, immediately noticing her staff on an altar. A large crimson weapon with blades along it, the top shaping a crescent moon. A tranquil energy washing over the place, her slight smile. Excitement filling her, quickly approaching her staff.
Moving closer to it, soon freezing in place. Her hasty chest, shifting her gaze to the corner of the room. One of the Four Generals, Greed. A massive beast with moldy skin sleeping, its many scars from battle. The fiend's sharp claws, a foul odor stretching from it.
"An Accursed here...? Did Hades already summon them...? No...it cannot be, this one seems to have been here for awhile..." Positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Her weapon close-by, her increasing unrest. This enormous threat at hand, an enemy above her standing. Her quickly thumping heart, that beast residing in the castle. The maiden working with the situation, locking onto her opportunity in this insanity.
"I have to be careful..."
Slowly making her way towards Reviver, her light steps in the room. One awakening from its slumber, its dark crimson eyes. Standing from the ground, towering high. The yawning beast, soon unleashing a menacing roar. Cyra immediately turning, shielding herself from its ferocious energy. A monster pure on power, its great pressure crushing down on her.
"Tch...! I was not fast enough..."
The crying staff, shielding itself with a gold barrier. The beast stomping down, heavily shaking the area around it. Some falling gold crushing below, her wandering mind.
Carefully making her decision, moving away from her staff, drawing its attention to her. Needing to combat this fiend without it, a terrible problem on her hands.
"I have to keep it away from Reviver. If that is lost...then there is no more hope..." Her stern eyes on the monster.
A heart rising to its challenge, seeing a shining ray in the darkness. A person reaching after her past, yearning to unravel its mysteries. Cyra reaching behind, gripping the handle of her blade. Standing on her side, directing her sword at the beast. The person's strongly burning resolve, refusing to give in.
"Greed, one of the Four Generals. Prepare yourself." Her sharp voice.
Roaring once more, massive shockwaves ripping through the room. Gold and other valuables flying everywhere, the young woman's increasing unease. Glancing to her staff, its barrier repelling the assaults. Smaller attacks not an issue, yet a monster able to destroy it.
Her moving feet, watching the fiend leaping high. Greed descending on her, the maiden quickly slipping around it. Her enemy crashing into the floor, devastating its surroundings, valuables and many objects falling. Hastily making her way to the beast, evading the collapsing obstacles.
"I will not fail...not now." Her rising courage.
A person racing in the dusk, enduring its horrors. An entity witnessing its sadness, proceeding along her black route. Someone seeking after her past, reaching for the slimmest light.
Closing in on her foe, instantly leaping to its side, avoiding its descending arm. A monster crashing its fist into the land, violently shaking the area. Cyra locking onto her moment, jumping towards its head. A negative force grabbing her body, forcefully pulling her away, holding her in the air.
A worsening situation, the monster facing her, saliva dripping from its jaws. Frowning at it, her hasty heart. Her desires deep within, these emotions stirring at her depths. Refusing to surrender, keeping her eye on the smallest chance.
That fiend lunging at her, the maiden sharply looking at it. Catching her moment, instantly parrying its assault. Cyra flipping higher, ascending above her target.