Pressing against one another, forcing against the influence of the other. Breaking away, sliding back on their feet. Determination in their path, believing in their way. Proceeding in this madness, a swirling whirlpool of sentiments. Those surrounding enemies, her attention on them. Once leading those below her, her guiding words. Foolishness in it, not in awareness on the truth. Secrecy in the shadows, one dictating their direction. His intention in mind, yearning to bring a deity to this realm. Sacrificing the lives of many, sullying their ideals. Negativity releasing from her, many closing in.

Striking through two, spilling blood. Leaping high, flipping over numerous. Locking onto her targets, descending on them. Crashing down, blackness sweeping the area, shadowy spikes from below. Piercing their hearts, hanging them high. That second class narrowly evading this, stepping around these assaults. Unease from this, his quickly beating chest. This ending attack, his attention on his surroundings. Those no more, their streaming blood. Frustrating feelings, facing her. Their locking visions, those on differing paths. Enemies to one another, former allies.

"You once guided these people, you once sparred with them. They all looked up to you, and you just as easily took their lives..." Lowering his head.

"I reforged my blade for this, so I can save Elina, there is no one else of concern. Even if I have to kill those I once associated with, I once sparred with, I once guided. Then that is fine, her life is infinitely more important." Her katana afar, her serious gaze.

Embracing her selfishness, her imperfections. Flowing sentiments, streaming along a line of endlessness. Racing in an abyss of blackness, her vision on one from the past. That faint light, little time with her. Pushing onward, trailing shadowy hands. An approaching night, unsettling sentiments. Many gathering, opposing her. Not relenting, her feverish resolve. Once working alongside them, her echoing words. Admiring her, her actions against them. Cherishing that innocent one, prioritizing their safety. These never dying emotions, tightly holding on.

"Reforged huh...I suppose that is the best way to state it. This resolve is indeed you, but not to that who faithfully served us." Closing his stance, directing his sword at her.

"My blade is for only one, you will feel my desires..." Sharply glaring at him.

"So, another Iconoclast is born before our eyes. Isa...this is where we part."

Stepping on a domain far above her own, challenging grand individuals. Opposing the rationality of others, embracing her sins. Selfishness from her, her deep desires, seeking one of most importance. Yearning for days of old, those blissful activities. Her partner nearby, that simpleness. Never relenting, feverishly resisting. Those collapsing bodies, bursting through, former allies approaching one another. Heavily colliding, circling each other. Narrowly avoiding assaults, determination in their gaze. His descending blade, that young woman stepping away.

Slightly cutting her, spilling blood. Her approaching claw, hitting his sword. Shaking his body, this powerful impact, skidding back on his feet. Continuing in a state of berserk, her unending attacks, that one moving away. Barely blocking her katana, flying sparks. Her hateful eyes, shouting her soul. Her increasing speed, dashing behind him. Lowering her stance, her blade afar. Negativity violently releasing from her, locking onto her foe. Unease from him, facing towards her. Refusing to give in, two charging at the other.

"All of us! We all looked up to you! Thrived to meet the same line, we were once all together! And you are going to just give it all up?!" crashing his blade into her own.

"If that is what it takes to save her, then I will!"

Rapidly colliding, moving around the other. His weapon narrowly missing her shoulder, her own closing in. Tilting his stance, moving it over his arm. Pressing against her sword, holding this position. Feverish desires, those going beyond. Becoming corruption itself, a heart once with numerous. Their smiling faces, interacting with each other. A family once of them, distantness from the maiden. An air around her, those drawing towards her. Her guiding presence, leading countless below her. Everything falling apart, hearts clashing in this madness.

"Do you not think it doesn't pain me to do this? But what other choice do we have? We can end everything! There won't have to be anymore conflict after this point. Was this not what we once thrived for?!" his powerful tone.

"Indeed, we wanted to end the conflict. Though, our ideals does not include sacrificing others! Branding others as criminals! Even if she does die, the conflict will never end. After all...there will always be someone like myself. Someone willing to oppose this sort of reason!" that young woman retorting.

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A true enemy, those resisting the rationality of others. Proceeding onward, carving their own way forward. Wanting what is within, longness in silence. No longer willing in enduring, breaking their shackles. Their shaky wings, racing in an abyss of blackness. Reaching for the faintest light, shouting their soul. Neither giving in, their diverging paths. Those once together, circumstances dictating their stance. That enemy from afar, residing on his side. His hand ahead, gold pentagrams surrounding him. Divine spears swarming the maiden, certainty in his eyes.

"You are an enemy of all, an abomination upon this world. Disappear forever, Isa..."

Two meeting underneath the light of the crimson moon, this unlikely encounter. A forming friendship, their growing bond. One once steeling herself, hardening her heart. Limiting her interactions, yet guiding countless. A vulnerability in her, that innocent companion. Cracking of her, steadily deteriorating, eventually shattering. Losing her way, adjusting over time. Simpleness of life, loving it. A situation to her awareness, that burning heart. Her powerful beliefs, cherishing their ideals. Confronting their leader, defeat coming to her. A chaining action, that pure one in their grasp. Wanting to save her, giving up her humanity. Becoming a demon, burning down lands, destroying lives. Experiences from the hazel one, yearning to reach her.

Clashing against her former allies, her way in going forward. That nearing attack, her heightening senses. Blackness violently releasing from her, eyes meeting with one another. That assault closing in on her, massively exploding. Smoke flooding the area, her increasing pressure. Emerging out of this, blood soaking her. Nearing him, this shocking development. Crashing her claw into him, unleashing darkness. Compressing it, devastatingly releasing it. Blasting him away, that one hitting the wall. Falling below, struggling on the ground. Someone entering from afar, yellow eyes witnessing this. That approaching young woman, her katana scraping against the land. Coldly glaring at her target, her enemy pushing up to his knee. Their meeting visions, raising her sword.

"Even if there is an eternity of sorrow, you are truly fine with this...?" that one looking away.

"It matters not. I have learned, that this is a war that cannot be won. All I can do, is find a place to put down my arms, and live a fulfilling life..."

Never ending conflict, those against one another, believing in their path. Opposing the rationality of others, seeking what is within. An eternal struggle, innumerable emerging threats. Those trying to contain it, their reprehensible methods. Many resisting this, countless falling. One from the deepest of abyss coming into actuality, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. Wanting a simple life, cherishing that innocent one. Little time with her, her vision on her goal. Committing atrocities, her descending sword. Another intercepting, this surprising the two. Her attention on Roman, the man sighing in relief.

"Isa...leave this one to me, I think I can talk some sense into him." That one lowering his sword.

"Hmph...do what you wish." Turning, placing away her blade.

"I also brought reinforcements, so you focus on Armand. Let's bring Elina home." Faintly smiling at her.

This one behind her, one assessing the information. Searching deeper, words from the young woman. Truth within them, these frustrating sentiments. One sullying their ideals, holding countless in the palm of his hands. Presenting his findings, countless despising that maiden. Many following his guidance, colors of the heart. Infinite in possibilities, a war upon them. Members storming the fort, sounds of battle from the outside. That devil walking onward, certainty in her path. Enemies rushing at her, allies intercepting them. Ascending the stairs, shortly standing in front of a door. A flower by her foot, that azure object. Kneeling to it, touching it. Watching it fading away, its blue light surrounding her, hearing the voice from one to her heart.

Those times with Isa...I cherished them. Despite my loneliness, my fear, those memories are keeping me going. The Azure Night is this night...what I wouldn't give to see you once more...

A true enemy, one embracing her imperfections. Her selfish desires, yearning to bring one back into her arms. Deepness of this, many more inside of her. Those days of joy, wanting to share it with her again. Longing to apologize to that innocent one, dragging her into this madness. Those taking advantage of her purity, divinity underneath their delusion. A path towards their tomorrow, not accepting it. These flowing sentiments, those feelings from her companion. This demon walking through the area, holding onto the faintest of hope. That entity in between dimensions, gazing down at the young woman.

"This night is upon you, and you are awakening to your potential. An Iconoclast, that is what you are, much like myself. Will you be able to grasp what you desire most? Will you be able to claim all of your wishes before it is too late?" her calm voice.

One embracing her imperfections, that selfishness inside of her. Proceeding onward, carving her own path. Becoming corruption itself, shouting her soul. Opposing the rationality of others, seeking after her deepest desire. Many more existing inside of her, wanting all of them. This one before that being, her powerful resolve. Pushing beyond, decisiveness from her. Drawing in others, guiding them in her light. Her vision ahead, one in the devil’s mind. Her high emotions, her building hatred. Rising from the land, her way in going forward. Moving onward, not relenting.

Elina...I will reach you, and you won't have to feel alone or afraid anymore. Give me a bit more time, I am almost there...we will be together again...