Crying souls in an icy realm, a horrific field plaguing with many sentiments. The thickly flowing stench, blood spilling in the distance. These surrounding foes, Cyra sharply looking at them.
Many homing in on her, Valor immediately plunging his katana into the earth. Quickly spreading his icy mist, freezing the enemies in his might.
The young woman leaping high, her sword aiming above. Instantly diving below, piercing her weapon into the ground.
Releasing an immense pure wave, shattering their foes. An entity once again running along her black route, carrying ill sentiments within her.
"Even without your memories, your resolve still exist. All you wanted was a simple life..." Valor's distant mind.
Two confronting one another, the deity feeling the weight of her despair. An individual pushing far, steadily breaking underneath the pressure. Both sharing the same dream, yet their diverging path.
"In the earlier days, you did not want to let go..." Cyra distantly resting her hand on her chest.
Two soaring souls long ago, their wish to freely embrace in the endless wind together. A deity desiring to continue the dream, to share in it with a precious one to his heart. Their slowly separating path, eventually dreadfully parting.
Everything riding on his action on a certain night, an individual disappointing her. A god coming far, yearning to set things in a new direction.
"You were so persistent, and I truly did believe our dream could become a reality..." The maiden turning to him.
Sadly looking at him, his hanging guilt. A devil once brightly proceeding, freely flying. A mistake breaking her wings, sending her below the depths. An entity shakily moving along her route, her silent voice for years.
Living in a nightmarish reality, containing her emotions. Eventually escaping her confinement, tackling her many challenges.
A demon unable to resist any longer, these sentiments spilling out, crushing the god underneath her despair in the realm between the living and the dead.
"Though, always...at the most important time, you always retreat into your shell..." Her soft voice, looking down a bit.
"I will continue to follow...until what we want most becomes a reality..." His tormenting heart.
"Let us go." Cyra calmly looking back to him.
Her guiding ringing words, following her along the dark road. An individual sounding his voice, witnessing her getting further away, enduring his sorrow. The deity desiring to bring her away from her torment, to give the young woman her wish.
At the time, over the lands. Malice thickly flowing in the dying forest, the chilling surroundings coating in ice. Many screaming souls, the Lord of Darkness before his countless servants.
"I think I'm gonna go and have some more fun, Lord Hades." Lust devilishly smiling.
An Accursed embracing battle, fueling his blood in his rampage. Desiring its thrill, brutalizing his foes. A Tamer of Beasts commanding monsters, killing innumerable.
One seeking after him, carrying her great rage for him. Lust soon hitting his whip against the land, breaking apart the area. Monsters gazing in his direction, moving towards him, shortly standing before the fiend.
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"Do as you wish, but ensure to follow through on the ambush." Hades strict eyes on the Accursed.
A great being approaching his victory, losing Fenrir early into the finale. His uncertainty on the threat, quickly solidifying his position. Steadily moving pieces into place, blocking out routes towards him, everything in his palms.
"Of course, Lord Hades." Lust bowing to the dragon.
Smashing his whip below, steam rising into the air. Monsters acknowledging him, a tamer commanding their way forward. Lust shortly heading on his way, leading his many followers. These pieces falling into line, the Dark Lord's attention on one circling Yggdrasil's roots.
"Do make haste, Wrath..." Hades slightly stern expression below.
A dragon sleeping at the depths, feeding on the roots of life. A screaming tree, the fiend steadily sapping away at its energy. Many avoiding the grand beast, unable to combat its ferocious power.
The Dark Lord betting on its force, feverishly pursuing his goal. Out in the battlefield, the never ending foes. Rotting trees, ice entombing the land. Devils continuing their assaults, spreading their heavy malice.
"Why do they keep coming?" Cyra's hand to her chin.
An entity racing through the madness, keeping her eye on one. Her eternally boiling blood, revealing her great resolve. Valor looking at his surroundings, seeing the many piling bodies.
A powerful seal on his companion, the blood moon no longer there. No matter, her feverish display, crushing countless in her rage.
"Hades...as long as he remains on the chessboard, this madness will continue. He can keep replenishing his force." The god's vision to her.
An endless army at the Dark Lord's disposal, this grim situation on the two. A heart refusing to relent, keeping her eye on her goal. One from the deepest abyss, her great determination, standing against her enemies.
The young woman walking down her direction, seeking after a fiend. Her immensely swirling sentiments, sounding her voice in the darkness.
"How vast is his power? Can he resurrect them?" Cyra glancing back to Valor.
"No, fortunately, that would require the power of the Harmonizer." The deity sighing in some relief.
"Harmonizer?" this catching her attention.
"Harmonizer's were set into place to maintain balance in Midgard. Do not worry though, Hades cannot enter that realm. He would need permission, or great force to break into Midgard. Needless to say, he does not have such power, nor clearance. My guess is that he is trying to gain control of the Heavenly Realm, and a few other worlds in order to gain access to that one." Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
A dragon pursuing a great power, seeking after the realm of Midgard. One entering onto the battlefield, running along her black route. Piercing a tiny hole in the war, creating a small miracle in her short time.
Her boiling sentiments inside, desiring to lift the veil secluding her memories, keeping her friend's dying words firmly within her.
"I see, his goal is not my concern. If he crosses my path, he will bear the sharp end of my fangs." Her hand on her waist.
"You never stop...I guess, I should not be surprised. Whenever you fall, you pick yourself up, and rise to your challenge..."
A devil long ago, someone pushing onward in her path. Carrying her dread, piercing her countless obstacles. Her harsh experiences branding on her, an entity sounding her soul.
The young woman moving along her route, reaching for her deepest desire. Malice spreading in the area, a black mist thickly rolling in, devils drawing closer to the two.
"Lust is far from any ordinary foe. No matter, I know there will be no stopping your actions. Go after him, I will finish up here." Valor assuring her.
Unable to quell her spirit, these continuously repeating tragedies. A great devil endlessly proceeding in her sorrow, her echoing despair in him.
The maiden in the shadows, keeping her eyes on one. Her hazy memories, those shadowy hands approaching her. Her moving feet, racing along her black route.
"Thank you..." Facing her target's direction.
"Do what you need to, I have faith in your abilities." Faintly smiling at her.
A familiar person to her, the maiden stopping in the abyss. Her vision on the blurry one from afar, their hand in her direction. Shortly hitting a barrier, pressing her hands against it. Trying to clarify their image, this gap within her.
Stepping away, the maiden lowering her head. Echoing voices around her, many hazy individuals surrounding her. Kain facing away from her, soon glancing back to the demon.
"You have to remember...do not allow your soul to be silenced."
Both facing the other, the man's stern eyes on her. Answers residing in her past, a way to grasp what is within existing in a distant time.
Watching her steadily fading friend, witnessing his light spreading in the darkness. A person's spirit breaking the barrier, allowing her deeper entry into the abyss.
Cyra closing her eyes, clenching her chest. Shortly turning, opening her vision. The young woman proceeding down her path, her vision on the slim light.
The maiden racing forward, Valor defending her. Icy spikes impaling many enemies, splashing their blood in the dreadful field. One from the deepest abyss seeking after her memories, displaying her feverish heart.