Days from the past, three friends amongst each other. The distant young woman, a person not needlessly interacting. An innocent one coming into her life, expanding her vision. Befriending the young man, having to converse with him. Two growing more comfortable, enjoying their time with one another. Trying to meet her line, constantly running after the maiden. That hazel one connecting them, everything slipping away. Deep sadness, tormenting years. Searching out his old friend, this similar feeling.

Breaking away from one another, increasing their pace. Ferociousness from them both, not relenting. Heavily striking at him, blocking the attack, his shaking body. An opening to her attention, slipping behind him. Rapidly kicking, colliding into his back. Spinning through, backflipping, launching him above. This struggling man, resisting his pain. Falling from afar, hitting below. Pushing himself to his knee, gazing at her.

"I remember that one, she gave you another earful for being so violent heh." Rising to his feet.

"I just have poor luck, that is the safe thing to say." Sighing from her, shrugging at the memory.

"It makes me wonder, if things could have been different..." Looking away, his shaking fists.

"Aiden, remember what I said. Follow through on your beliefs, whatever they might be. If you truly believe the church's ideals, then do not let anyone sully it. If you think that is me, then strike me down." Her serious vision on him.

Her message towards him, these guiding words. That one standing with him in an abyss of blackness, her hand in his direction. Uncertainty in taking it, those serving underneath the church. Each carrying their ideals, some more powerfully than others. None loving this line of work more than Isa, his awareness to this. Feverishly proceeding, bringing down countless. Her demotion to his knowledge, this confusing him. Observing two, witnessing happiness. Her new direction, embracing in simpleness. Two continuously clashing, never able in defeating her. Sharpness from her, her great skills.

Tightly gripping his sword, looking up at that one in this darkness. Lunging at her, two clashing along a path of light. Moving throughout the room, deflecting his assaults. Flipping over him, his attention above. Malevolence radiating from her arm, descending on him. Crashing her claw into his sword, releasing malice. This heavily exploding, hitting him far. Touching down, her vision on her foe. Rushing at him, that one resisting this impact. Forcing below, balancing on his knee. Charging at her, their crossing swords. Blood streaming down the side of his head, exhaling from him.

"You used to be so distant from others, but then one day you came in with Elina. I don't know, she always had a way to connect with others..." That one looking down a bit.

"She is truly a pure soul, someone I do not deserve at all..." Sadness from her.

"I can say the same on my end..."

An innocent individual, brightly shining onward. An unlikely meeting, two encountering underneath the light of the crimson moon. Strangeness from her, their growing bond. Deep sentiments, their developing emotions. Cherishing her, wanting her back in her arms. Countless words to speak, her aching heart. Hatred at her depths, that leader abusing her companion. Not standing for this, her increasing fury. Memories to her mind, those simple days. Yearning for them again, a church turning friends against each other. That young man clashing against her, determining his direction. Both dashing away, standing from a distance from one another. Not giving an edge, resolves against each other.

"When no one would help me, you and Elina were always there, always making time..." Lowering his blade.

"So tell me...will you let her die?" her solemn gaze.

"I don't want to...but..." His blade afar.

"You better decide in this collision. I will not hesitate to strike down anyone who stands in my way to save Elina." Standing on her side, directing her katana at him.

Friends from the past, three of them in togetherness. Difficulties at times, aiding one another. Their close bonds, this problematic one at times. Encouraging words, that young woman guiding him. Two in a dark abyss, her blade at his neck. A final play to make, having to decide this. Understanding her sentiments, a church's decision. Wanting to trust in Isa, his beliefs within. Steadiness in a path, those flowing along one another. Closing his stance, divinity secreting from his body. Blackness from her own, two charging at the other. Their colliding weapons, harshness in it. Shockwaves ripping through, racing within that darkness.

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Clashing through a road of light, deciding their way. His opening in sight, swiftly striking upward. Hitting her katana high, locking onto his opportunity. Hastily assaulting her, this concentrating energy. Colliding through, facing in her direction. Light shining in the area, forcing forward his blade. An explosion devastatingly extending, his serious vision. That clearing smoke, her pulsing left arm. A massive shadowy claw, those veins on her. Energy flowing into her body, his trembling gaze. Closing in on him, meeting her in kind. Injuries on her, malevolence slowly repairing her wounds. Crashing her arm into him, his sword flying high. Standing on her side, aiming that claw at him, calmness from her.

"Answer this...can you truly sit by and do nothing, seeing the person you love is killed? The ideals we carried, it did not involve this path." Lowering her arm.

Words to him, this shaking him. Noting this perspective, naturalness in it. Two near individuals, their powerful bond. One breaking out of prison, coming far. Pursuing her way, shouting her soul. Becoming an enemy, her selfish path. Fineness with it, wanting to save that innocent one. Her developing power, rising to her challenges. This one before her, a friend from the past. Indecisiveness of him, a terrible trait. Aiding him through it, providing a guiding hand. Two in the dark abyss, that young man on his knee, his vision on her. Her hand in his direction, not giving up on him.

"I once believed in the church, that through their ideals...that we can stop these conflicts. I later discovered about a pattern of disappearances, then four years later. I would learn of this linking to sacrifices to a deity..."

"A deity...sacrifices huh..." Lowering his head.

"When I found out they are going to sacrifice Elina. I then realized...conflict will never end. So long as there is one to oppose, it will continue. These are normal emotions, and this is a war that cannot be won. All we can do, is find our place, and live our best life. The church's methods are that of tyranny." Her soft voice.

Those embracing these sentiments, relishing in its simpleness. Countless sharing in it, going along their own path, normalcy in it. Losing everything, shackling in a prison. Death claiming her, an individual unable to rest. Giving up her humanity, yearning to save Elina. Discovering cruelty, those wanting to sacrifice a pure one. Never ending conflict, one continuously opposing. This real actuality, an endless war. Accepting it, finding their place, living a fulfilling life. Those resonating words, gazing at her hand.

"Tell me, what do you truly believe in?" her gentle tone.

Clashing against her, searching out answers. Similarity of old, her true heart. An abomination on the world, embracing her imperfections. Selfishness leading her onward, her natural feelings. Three friends from the past, enjoying their time together. Believing in their direction, their hard efforts. Her powerful resolve, allowing him to make his own path. Deciding on his way, reaching forward, grabbing hold of her hand. Rising to his feet, certainty from him. Two before the other in the open field, that maiden awaiting his answer.

"I believe in the ideals we carry...not that of Armand."

"I still believe in our ideals, and I always will..." Releasing his hand, walking past him.

That one within, holding onto their ideals. Happiness with this, that man above sullying their beliefs. Infuriating feelings, turning friends against one another. Holding countless within his palms, pressing down in convenience. Sickening of this, not standing for it. That young woman ceasing her movements, her back facing him. His vision ahead, having to do his best. Learning this from two, a way to assist. Glancing back to her, both nodding in agreement.

Moving away from the other, their clear paths. That entity in between dimensions, bearing witness to this. Her warming heart, faintly smiling at this. Those coming together, tackling a larger threat. Two at the peak, the altar of Seres. A spiraling azure pentagram, that girl inside of it, this powerful influence holding her in place. Resisting her pain, her screaming body. This tiring her, holding onto the faintest light. That approaching maiden, her companion not far. This giving her hope, her strict vision on Armand.

"So long as my life holds out...Isa can succeed. You are not just fighting one of us...you are fighting both of us, and everyone who came to help her..." Her sharp tone.

An Azure Night upon them, that swirling blue energy. This blanketing the area, an entity in the shadows. One witnessing this, drawing closer to their awakening. Steadily coming into form, her pale complexion. Her long blonde hair, those violet eyes of hers. Floating above, awaiting her completion. A task in mind, those bringing about her presence. Words from the girl, this to the man's attention.

His unnerving emotions, truth within it. Her life of the factor, that hastily approaching demon. Time not with him, having to confront them. A relentless person, someone coming far. An individual not the same, her flexible blade. The young woman below, stopping in front of a door. An azure flower by her foot, kneeling to it. Touching it, that fading object. A blue light surrounding her, hearing the voice from that pure one.

I am so happy...I got to see you again Isa. I know your form has changed, but it is still you. Please, be-careful...I will do my best on my end...

Their small time, truly seeing the other again. Happiness in this, wanting more. Both sharing this sentiment, yearning for days of the past. Differences of individuals, these connecting points. Hearts embracing the other, cherishing one another. Times from old, togetherness of them. Holding onto these feelings, never letting go. Unending conflict, this forever existing. Those finding their way, living a fulfilling life. Bringing these ideals, witnessing the colors of the world. Carrying these sentiments, her heart filling with warmth. That young woman rising, soon heading onward.

Always doing your best, even now. Seeing you again...it gave me hope, something I really needed. Elina...just a little more, I am almost there...