Ringing sentiments, happiness in seeing one from the past again. Yearning to bring her back into her arms, little time on her hands. This Azure Night, that maiden proceeding down this black path. Closing in on its conclusion, one residing at its ending. Efforts over this time, methods in going forward. Giving up her humanity, becoming a demon. Attacking strongholds, setting them ablaze, destroying lives. Committing atrocities, her unrelenting resolve. Resisting the reason of others, shouting her soul. Embracing her imperfections, those selfish desires, becoming corruption itself.

An Iconoclast born in this instance, relentlessly pursuing her heart. Clashing against former allies, killing those once underneath her gaze. Reaching some, those bringing in assistance. Few against this madness, their aligning hearts. Memories plaguing the mind, a grim day. Confronting that man, one not denying it. Challenging their leader, his overwhelming display. Defeat coming to her, her companion following. Everything slipping out of her hands, realizing her partner’s true value. That innocent one, cherishing her.

Imprisonment for years, no longer willing to remain in silence. Death paving her way, returning in a feverish frenzy. Treading down a lonely path, coldness from her. Reforging her blade, messages within her actions. Comrades understanding, those gaining her trust. Fighting against a grand force, refusing to relent. Numerous below, a war upon them. Each believing in their direction, differences of many. Walking through those empty halls, glancing at the passing windows.

Scattering bodies, limbs to her attention. Shifting her vision onward, one in her mind. Nearing her destination, ascending up the stairs. Finding herself on the top of the fort, the temple to her far left. An open path, that leader ahead. Her companion on her knees, the spiraling pentagrams. Its azure energy, that blue light escaping into the night. Gazing above, Seres steadily coming into view. Their meeting eyes, this tense situation. Time still with her, rushing onward, her target in sight.

"Armand!!!" her furious tone.

"So, you have arrived, Isa." Facing her, his stern gaze.

Deep fury, this one before her. Pulling strings in the shadows, dictating the course of countless. Secluding information, his ideals. Those believing in it, that one twisting it. Turning friends against each other, everything towards this madness. An unending war, understanding this. One continuously remaining, opposing the rationality of others. That partner ahead, her weak vision.

Holding on, excruciating pain on her body. This tremendous weight, her stinging flesh. This night upon them, a problem within its vastness. That young woman's katana afar, Armand’s high sword. Both connecting their line, their positions in mind. That enemy striking down, the devil connecting her blade into his own. Their heavy collision, this immense force. A piercing shockwave, shattering their surroundings, the maiden sliding back on her feet.

"Four years I waited for this...four long years. To have another chance, at the man who sullied our ideals! With his farce of divinity!" swinging out her arm.

"Thus, you became a demon. Allowing yourself to fall so far, not understanding that we can end this madness now." His vision above.

"This chaos will never end, I learned this. When you took Elina, to use her as a sacrifice. I realized, there will always be one to oppose the reason of another. And at this moment...I am keeping this going." Coldness from her, stepping forward.

"And so, you developed into an Iconoclast. You are the enemy of this world, continuously pursuing her desires. Never stopping, becoming corruption itself." Seriously looking at her.

Her relentless resolve, pushing further than the last. Opposing rationality, damning countless. Embracing her imperfections, selfishness guiding her path. Wings once shackling, tormenting days. Holding onto the faintest of hope, a pure one in her mind. Hatred at her depths, that leader still out there. Failing to bring him down, everything slipping out of her hands. Once again before him, this Azure Night upon them. Elina not far, binding in its spell. Swirling energy, its blue light. Excruciating pain on her, having to withstand it. Her companion here, innumerable combatting the church. This moment on them, those fighting against this insanity.

"I will do anything to save Elina, it matters not if I am an enemy. You should have kept your problems to me, now you will learn what happens when I bear my fangs." Standing on her side, sharply glaring at him.

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"Will you be able to defeat me this time? This will be your last chance." His chilling voice.

"Back then, I was just a blade. When I broke, I carried my pieces to combat you. Things are much different now, I reforged myself, and am now flexible." Her solemn voice.

Steeling herself, hardening her heart. A sword underneath the command of the church, her feverish resolve. Limiting her communication, yet guiding many. Countless admiring her, her grand feats. Not caring for this, carrying their ideals. A coming night, two meeting below its crimson light. Unlikeliness in this, their growing bond. Her vulnerable state, steadily cracking. Deteriorating over time, shattering into pieces. Finding a new way, her simple direction. Yearning for those times again, proceeding in her path. That one ahead of her, the coldly blowing wind. This immense pressure, that deity gazing down at the young woman. Bearing witness to her will, one forcing against reason.

Movements from two, heavily colliding. Shockwaves ripping through, not giving an inch. Stepping to the side, crashing her claw into his weapon. Pushing against her strength, breaking away, her displaying rage. Closing this gap, her descending katana. This quick leader, rushing behind her. His opening in sight, rapidly assaulting her. Colliding into her, a sigil on her back. That reacting energy, violently releasing. Massively exploding, smoke filling the area. Hitting the ground from afar, her shaking body. Streaming blood, resisting her pain. Her efforts to this point, enduring harshness. Her deep wounds, ascending further. That innocent one witnessing this, her trembling gaze.

"I—Isa..." Her weak voice.

"You were once someone who could control their emotions. It was what allowed you to ascend through the ranks at an incredible pace. Now you have fallen as a demon, unable to stem what you feel." His calm tone.

"And is that so wrong...?" lowering her head, rising to her feet.

Sentiments within, these feelings leading her path. One enlightening her in this, introducing her to numerous. A trio of friends, those once together. Many more out there, everyone binding together through the hazel one. A pure individual, someone filling with love. Not allowing for this, an approaching deity. Time still with her, this obstacle in her way. Having to surpass him, malevolence secreting from her body. Darkness thickening around her left arm, placing away her sword. Extending that hand, turning to her former leader. His tense expression, gazing upon her evolution. Her expanding arm, emerging from the shadows, its massive shadowy form. Her pulsing veins, meeting this challenge.

"Come Isa, if you believe it is not wrong to hold these emotions. Then show it to me, but note, I will not be lenient like last time." His firm stance.

"For sullying our ideals...for harming Elina, for turning friends against each other. You will feel our wrath..." Glaring at him.

Swirling emotions, standing on top of this fort. This heavy pressure, an approaching entity. Refusing to relent, her powerful resolve. Displaying sentiments, that magnification of her malevolence. One from the deepest of abyss, stepping on a domain far above her own. Clashing against this one, shouting her soul. Her immense wounds, blackness steadily repairing her. A pure one awaiting her, not giving in. Bursting through, nearing that foe. His slight footing, motioning his blade. Blocking her strike, continuing in her frenzy. Dashing away, deflecting her attacks. Moving around him, proceeding in her rage. High feelings, two in an abyss of darkness.

Colliding throughout, each reaching for their own path. An opening in sight, that maiden closing in. Tilting his blade, hitting her claw upward. Rendering his foot against her rib, sending her afar. Sliding back on her feet, charging in once again. Her approaching claw, his high sword. Fiercely glaring at her, crashing down his weapon, breaking their surroundings. This enormous weight, that young woman rapidly spiraling above. Catching her balance, descending on him. Her shadowy arm above, nearing him. Adjusting his stance, moving his weapon. Enduring this attack, pushing against her. Pressing down on him, leaping back, landing from a distance.

"We believed in you...we followed your guidance. Though, in the end...we were all just tools. Every last one of us..." Slightly turning her head, glaring at him.

"I made difficult decisions, the same with Elina here. However, everything has been to stop this endless conflict, I suppose my devotion would be my sin." His vision a bit below.

"As I said, this will never end. All that matters is finding your place, and living your best life. Even if I have to commit innumerable sins, I shall do so. I will bring Elina home, and turn the page on this nightmare." Closing her stance, that claw in front of her face.

Her imprisonment on an island, resisting her torture. Her deep wounds, awaiting her chance. A moment coming, giving up her humanity. Descending on the world, a demon of her. Burning down lands, destroying lives. Committing atrocities, becoming corruption itself. Everything in direction to that innocent individual, her feverish heart. Words meeting her partner, comfort in this. Trusting in her, withstanding this pain. A deity bearing witness to their resolves, both believing in their way. Accepting their sins, circumstances dictating their position. This Azure Night, the flowing energy. A nearing arrival, that entity slowly coming into view. Two dashing onward, colliding into the other. Circling one another, narrowly avoiding attacks.