That wheel of fate turning with each passing moment, a conclusion steadily setting in. Valor racing towards the battlefield, a forest stretching for miles. That village in sight, the fire within his view. Flames circling his old friend, his heart desperately pounding. Leaping high, descending in front of Cyra, staking his katana into the ground. Those eyes of the maiden slightly widening, witnessing the area slowly freezing over. That icy mist thickening, immediately entombing the surroundings in ice, quelling the fire. Those villagers stepping forward, yet the game shifting once more. Surtr reverting to his physical form, narrowly avoiding the fatal assault. That deity of fire from a distance, seeing a glacier rising from the land, extending high into the sky. Valor calmly standing, sheathing his katana. That glacier shattering, leaving a cold refreshing mist in its passing. That Elven and the other inhabitants in much surprise, never expecting this change in events. Valor turning his attention back towards Cyra, his eyes of relief.

"Sorry I'm late." He gently speaks.

"Better late than never..." She weakly smiles at him.

Desperate the situation has been, that old friend coming to her aid. Even in the deepest of abyss, that god constantly trying to reach her. A battle changing for the worst, her body crying out in pain. Lævateinn reaching its limitation, hope going away. No matter so, that old friend arriving in time. Valor returning a smile in kind, soon looking in the direction of Surtr. That god of fire feeling his heart racing, Valor of all deities residing in the world of the elves. His plan shifting, perhaps a miscalculation one can say. Many well in awareness on this god, one gaining the title of supreme.

"Valor..." Surtr seriously speaks.

"Ya know, there are a lot of things I will let slide. Possibly including the burning down of this village, but harming her is where I draw the line." He coldly responds.

"Never really would have thought you to align yourself with a devil of all things." Surtr swinging out his right arm.

An unlikely meeting in days of the past, two from differing worlds. A bond forming, strengthening over the many years. Through good and bad times, those companions facing their troubles together. Souls wishing to soar with one another, hearts trying to break its bondage. Even if it is sorrowful, both remaining there for each other. Valor, a deity rising so high. Surtr, a god of fire aiming for such grand heights. Two mighty aura's clashing against the other, one of pure mesmerizing azure, the other of relentless fire. Deities meeting on the battlefield, both having their reason.

"Make no mistake Surtr, I am going to pay you back for every problem you caused my friend." Valor daringly states.

Valor...he has always been that one person I can rely on, even in the darkest of times. One way or another, he always comes through, no matter how much pain he endures...

One going so far, no matter of the sadness. A heart of innocence, a truly valuable companion. Great the sorrow may be, agonizing even. Despite it all, that close friend constantly coming through. Cyra removing her blade from the ground, weakly holding onto it. Lævateinn dragging against the land, Valor glancing back to her in unease. That god well in awareness on her injuries, Surtr pushing her beyond her limitation. Powers of grandness, few capable of meeting on similar grounds. Perhaps a miracle it has been, for a devil resisting this much.

"Cyra, leave the rest to me. Anymore, and you can die." He warns.

Heat evermore agonizing, those villagers bearing witness to this development. A demon going far beyond, tapping into a great power. Even so, a risk it has been. One coming with a massive cost, her body weakening with each passing moment. That young woman walking up to his side, glancing towards the deity. Those eyes of crimson, unwavering they are. One that will not backdown, continuously resisting. One loathing the battlefield, even so, that drive paving her path. Difficult to say what may be the reason, perhaps it is her blood of a devil. It might even be something more, that god wondering on this. Gasping for air, her vision blurring by the second, her eyes resting upon Surtr.

"You should know well...not to take him lightly..." Cyra struggling to say.

"Yeah...I know..." Valor looking ahead.

"Valor, when you are out of the way, there will be no one left to impede my path. Not even Tyrant Alastor."

One holding the title of supreme, countless in awareness on Valor's feats. A deity capable of heights many cannot imagine, no matter so, that god coming upon something even more valuable. Grand his influence may be, power so great. Even so, that one learning from another. Surtr stepping forward, extending his hand, folding it into a fist. Blazing fire burning from the god, those flames intensifying all around, that heat tearing away into the land. The air of thickness, smoke filling far and wide. That Elven feeling unrest within him, three mighty forces on the board.

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"I hate to disappoint you, but I ain't going anywhere." Valor confidently speaks.

That icy mist spreading through, two companions residing there for one another. Great this foe may be, a bond holding strong. Surtr turning his attention to the maiden, the deity once again witnessing that pure white energy emanating from her. One pushing her body far beyond its limit, distressing it is upon her. No matter so, that young woman willing to rise to the challenge. Crushing it may be, but the smallest chance of a reality once more. Foolish it is if anything, releasing that strength once again. Fatal it may be, devils well in awareness on the price to pay on the battlefield.

"Have you not learned your lesson? Demonization will end you." Surtr states a bit more acutely.

A power residing deep inside of many, a great cost of the price. One reaching into the depths of themselves, opening a path to higher evolution. Dangling on the edge, embracing those sins. Desperation at hand, a body struggling to maintain itself. Many grasping for that chance, countless failing in obtaining what they desire. Valor looking towards the young woman, well in awareness on the risk. That old friend not having much time, each second ticking down towards an end. That god potentially losing her, his stomach churning.

"I will take the lead. You have fought him long enough, so strike when he is most vulnerable." Valor speaks.

One clashing against the deity of fire, pushing well beyond her limitation. A devil diving into the depths of blackness, a mysterious one reaching her. Comforting that embrace has been, the maiden hanging on the edge of nothingness. A heart resisting, a soul yearning to soar. Demonization coming into play, power of grandness. No matter so, one incapable of maintaining it. Doubt expressing inside the eyes of the supreme god, fear of failure lingering deep within him. Hastiness of essentialness, cautiousness of necessity. Everything riding on the next few minutes, sweat running down the side of his face.

"Vulnerable? How humorous." Surtr calmly States.

Those eyes of Valor and the god of fire meeting with one another, hearts at an unrest. Actions paving the way forward, both having their reason. Surtr rushing onward, flames surrounding him. That fire dispersing, the deity of flames appearing before the supreme god. Extending his hand high, Valor bracing himself. A massive molten hand descending upon him, Cyra analyzing the battlefield. Connecting the path onward, dashing in the way of the assault. That hand colliding into her blade, the impact ripping apart the surroundings. An opening in sight, Valor rushing from the side. That god of fire immediately noticing, his massive hand pushing aside the maiden. Cyra skidding back upon her feet, resisting those stinging flames. Surtr facing in the direction of Valor, blocking his katana. That area slowly freezing over, two mighty gods intensely pushing against the other.

"How pitiful." Surtr seriously speaks.

Lævateinn scraping against the ground, malevolence wildly escaping the young woman. The demon sword desperately trying to assimilate this influence, loudly crying out. Those villagers resting their eyes upon the battle, Cyra dashing towards Surtr, that god of fire glancing in her direction. Extending his offhand, fire relentlessly burning from him. That blade of the maiden colliding against him, both Cyra and Valor pulling away. Shifting their eyes in the direction of one another, nodding in agreement. Time of desperation, one final play to make. Surtr carefully observing the two, witnessing them rushing at him. Movements in sync, two old friends facing their conflicts together, closing in upon that god. Surtr bursting into flames, rushing high into the sky, locking onto his targets below. Those flames descending, rapidly circling the two.

"Fool." Valor confidently states

Staking his katana into the ground, that land freezing over. Cyra holding Lævateinn backwards, those flames approaching the two. The surroundings solidifying with ice, that maiden striking in an uppercut. A powerful gust of wind spiraling high, leading the icy mist into the air, that fire following along. The land completely freezing, a glacier of ice stretching high above. Within the object, that god of fire residing. Devastation within his eyes, one unable in reacting. Valor calmly turning, sheathing his blade. That glacier shattering, the deity of fire falling from the sky, his body burning away into the air. Valor facing in the direction of his old friend, that devil barely holding herself up with her sword. Cyra gasping for air, her body agonizing her. That supreme deity walking up to her, placing his hands upon her shoulders. That god inspecting her injuries, a most taxing battle it has been. That Elven faintly smiling, those villagers finally at a rest.

"Sorry...I should not have left..." He slightly looks away.

Regret deep inside of him, one running away from the inevitable. A most fearsome threat revealing themselves, that companion of his in great danger. Demonization being her smallest possibility, results nearly having fatal consequences. Cyra slowly nodding her head from left to right, that deity showing up when she is needing him. Slightly looking away, well in awareness on what is troubling him. That valuable friend constantly trying to reach her, no matter so, continuously retreating into his shell. Despite his sorrow, that one trying his hardest.

"Hey...Val...?"

"Hm?"

"Our journey...shall be eternal..." She softly speaks.

Those words meeting his ears, his heart pounding inside of his chest. Even if time will be unwilling to wait, those making their own way forward. That message reaching him, the god calming. Strength lessening from her, that wind gently hitting them both. Cyra fainting, Valor catching her within his arms. Resting his vision down upon her, that fear within him fading away. Difficult the path may be, but one always willing to resist what is reason. Alone they may be insignificant, but together there can be a chance. Even if it is minuscule at best, then that is no less enough in opposing.

An eternal adventure...that was what we both wanted. I so very much hoped that our journey could continue on. However, that was merely a delay and nothing more...still, I desperately held on. If only we had spoken what was meant that night, perhaps things could have gone differently. Hey, Val...? Things will be different one day, right...?