Distantness of their eyes on one another, that dragon scratching his claw against the land. Concerning for him, those from days of old. Sharing in happiness, smallness of their time. Greatness of a tragedy, everything falling apart. Tormenting days, proceeding in agony. An old friend of him, two once heading on many ventures. That commander's vision towards Minerva, shortly shifting it to Reagan. Heaviness of this, clearness of it. History between them, his vision above again. Increasing pressure, intensifying malevolence. That young man turning his attention, gazing at the Grand Dragon. Unable to forget the past, his boiling rage.

"Minerva...it is your fault..." Slightly looking away in disgust.

"I..." Her vision a bit below.

"It is your fault. Mother...father...tch...never mind. For now, we clean up this area." Displeasure in his tone.

Recklessness of an individual, concerning with her. Racing behind her, entering into danger, two venturing into a forest. Coming upon a nest, that Heavenly King hatching, taking to her. Smallness of their time, happiness in those days. A mistake of it, everything linking to those two. Avoidable losses, horrific memories. These plaguing images, trying to contain his anger. That young woman understanding his animosity towards her, accepting it. Raising his blade, energy of the land swirling around him. Heaviness of its concentration, releasing this force. Crashing it against those enemies, many hitting below. Rising rubble, those creatures hastily moving to their feet, fleeing the area. That descending emerald dragon, landing upon the ground, dismounting his partner. The Grand Dragon before those two, growling at them.

One from the past, illness of sentiments inside of him. Diverging roads, two heading their own ways. A friendship in shambles, an event constantly plaguing the mind. Walking forward, that young woman reaching back her hand. Gripping the hilt of her blade, her attention on the battle ahead. Wanting in righting a wrong of old, many words in speaking. Reagan sharing in these sentiments, following behind her. Ancient symbols burning on that beast, two more stopping before it. The Heavenly King scraping his foot against the land, menacingly growling at it. That commander drawing his sword, carefully proceeding. Wings of massiveness expanding, that enemy releasing malevolence. This surging energy, concentrating darkness high above, resonating with the crystal.

"Minerva, if you are not already half in the grave, hold its attention. I will destroy the crystal." Levant glancing back to her.

Trying to contain his temper, this situation before them. His welling emotions, images constantly flashing in his mind. Coldness of the air, thickness of the malevolence. Unsettling of the area, a conflict in dealing with. Dashing towards his enemy, that emerald dragon ascending above. Both fixating their vision on the crystal, that beast raising its claw, glancing in the direction of the young woman. Racing ahead, that maiden striking its talon. Drawing its attention, landing in front of it. A great wrong, wanting to right it. Rightfulness of their hatred on her, accepting it.

"I suppose a plan is a plan..." The commander rushing ahead.

This one from the past, that dragon failing in protecting him. Doing his best, enduring injuries. Memories still with him, sharpness of a blow. One of nearness racing after him, trying to save him. Both falling, reaching for him. Diving after her, protecting her. Only able in doing so for one, enormousness of this burden. Flying ahead, drawing the attention of their enemy. Fire harshly burning from the jaws of the Heavenly King, that one ascending above. Flames shrouding his body, descending on his foe. His talons aiming at this beast of darkness, Minerva dashing away. That commander holding his ground, those witnessing Reagan colliding into the dragon. A massive inferno stretching tall, tearing through the area. Rushing out of the blazing heat, landing below. Skidding back a bit, turning to the monster.

Carefulness of his vision, growling at his foe. His burning soul, pieces of his body. Not allowing this in stopping him, rising to his challenges. Wanting in righting a wrong of old, that boy growing in hatred. Needing in surviving, gazing upon the expanding flames. A shadowy claw massively emerging, descending on him. That young woman intercepting, swiftly launching an uppercut. Clashing against the attack, this pressure pushing against her. Foes out there, greatness of their strength. Crushing down many, their way in living. Those harmonious to each other, a phenomena happening. Shifting patterns, malevolence consuming monsters. Those enraging, attacking everything.

A concerning conflict, dangerousness of this. Many searching for a solution, each proceeding in their own way. Some enduring hatred, others coming together. That young man's attention on the crystal, holding in his anger. Turning his attention above, that emerald dragon residing there. Raising his hand, instructing this one. Descending on the crystal, Levant dashing away. Residing from a distance, thrusting his blade forward. A green wave piercing through, crashing against the object. His partner colliding into it, blazing fire rushing high. Intensifying influence, this energy charging the Grand Dragon. Heaviness of pressure, unsettling of it. Locking onto the young woman, descending on her. Its approaching claw, this binding force. Leaping from one direction to the next, moving away from the beast.

Avoiding their assaults, spikes of negativity emerging. Rising high, that Heavenly King flying around the attacks, glaring down at his foe. The commander evading those assaults, closing in, his sharp vision. Stepping in front of the maiden, barraging this beast with a flurry of attacks, striking through it. Increasing darkness, this crushing pressure. That commander slowly stepping back, unease from his gaze. A powerful beast, azure flames burning in the area. Widely spreading, trapping everyone in a ring of fire. That crumbling crystal, malevolence flowing out. Stretching far, deteriorating the surroundings. Death and decay, this on display.

"Minerva! Now is your chance!" Levant alerting.

Flowing darkness, this seeping through. Loudness of this monster, mightiness of its roar. Trailing energy, a pathway to the center. Her attention on this, standing on her side. Positioning her blade in an assault stance, connecting this line. Her partner's vision on her, that commander doing the same. Witnessing this, that young woman dashing onward. Far above, the emerald dragon carefully viewing this situation. A wrong in righting, a friend of old. These sentiments within, having to surpass this challenge. Ignoring limitations, meeting this beast. Its descending claw, evading to her right. Piercing the land, spikes of darkness tracking her. Flipping over them, touching down, constantly avoiding those attacks. Assaults nearing two, that commander dashing away. Reagan ascending above, growling at the fiend below. That young man folding his arms, expecting no less.

One rising to her challenges, learning of her progress over the years. Tackling those above herself, making her own way. A resolve from days of old, this reflecting now. Dashing to the dragon, increasing her speed. That descending claw, slipping around it. That talon hitting below, rubble flying above. Thrusting her sword ahead, colliding into the chest of the beast. Malevolence wildly releasing, darkness crashing against her. Trying to resist this, something not right. This darkness constantly attacking her, powerfully exploding, negativity ripping through the area.

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"Gyahh...!!"

Crushing pressure, unable in withstanding this. Surprising of this, that commander witnessing this exertion. That young woman crashing down into the ground, her sword staking beside her. Her concerning partner, the Heavenly King calling out to her. This seeping blackness, malevolence infusing into her body. Deepness of her pulsing heart, strangeness of it. Unconsciousness of her, the approaching Grand Dragon. Levant steadily motioning his hand to his weapon, Reagan flying around the beast. Blazing fire from his jaws, firing down at the monster. Explosions ripping through the area, that emerald dragon circling the being, blasting it with fire. Littleness of their effect, that commander dashing to the beast. Closing in on his foe, striking its leg. Swiftness of this foe, their tail sweeping across the ground. Adjusting his stance, blocking the attack. The heavy impact, that one flying across the field. Nearing the land, staking his blade below. Skidding back, hitting against a wall.

"Ugh!"

Falling to his knee, weakness of his vision ahead. A powerful foe, a beast harnessing malice. Unleashing their hatred, crushing down their enemies. That descending Heavenly King, crashing his claws into its face. Loudly roaring, fury from it. Releasing malice, this darkness crashing against this king. Slamming down next to Minerva, that young woman steadily regaining consciousness. Levant locking onto his foe, hatefulness of his gaze. His blade afar, stepping forward. That maiden opening her vision, slowly rising to her feet. Blackness burning from her, pulsing far within her. Not backing down, this darkness inside of her. That young man glancing back to her, witnessing this development.

"Is she receptive to this malice...?" sternness from him.

Resonating blackness, this secreting from her. Embracing this, tragedies over her years. This coming out, feeding off of the surrounding malice. That descending claw, Levant blocking it. The heavy impact, this shredding the area. Pushing against this beast, refusing in falling. Furiousness of him, monstrosities of these things. This swarming negativity, that young woman's vision on her enemy. Gripping the handle of her sword, removing it from the land. That Heavenly King pushing onward, rising to his feet. Pieces of him, refusing in relenting. Bursting through, her partner following her. Flying far, locking onto his foe. This mighty opponent leaping above, glaring at the two. Descending on them, their visions on their moment. Piercing through their foe, darkness and fire releasing.

Enormousness of this impact, crashing the enemy below. Those companions landing next to each other, the emerald dragon descending behind them. That commander rising from the ground, pain still with him. Approaching this beast, feeling this flowing malice. Raising her hand to the struggling monster, drawing out this energy. Malevolence assimilating into her, darkness leaving the body of the beast. Shortly revealing in silver scales, this brilliantly shining creature. Those witnessing this, surprising of it. A conflict at an end, calmness of this monster. Heaviness of its breathing, its vision upon her. That young man moving ahead, standing at her side. Glaring down at this monster, directing his blade at the head of the dragon. Swiftness of Minerva, her sword hitting away his own. Frustrating of this, his anger on display. Two facing the other, the young woman’s sharp eyes.

"Minerva, you know as well as I do. These filth has to be cleansed..." Hatefulness of his tone.

"This has not been of its own choice. Levant...there was once a time. Where you loved these monsters, despite your fear..." Her sorrowful voice.

Timidness of a boy, fearful of the outside. Loving those creatures, following his friend into danger. Her guiding presence, trying to reach her. Constantly running after her, that girl continuously soaring. Tiring of it, stopping his movements. A path without direction, monsters around him. Descending from above, her hand to his direction. Taking hold of it, two exploring. Memories to his mind, looking away. Frustrating of this, his shaking fists. Days so long ago, simpleness of those times. Everything slipping away from him, trueness of colors before him. That Heavenly King walking up to the side of the young woman, his concerning expression. The emerald dragon landing behind Levant, faithfully supporting him. That commander making his way towards them, feeling this tension.

"Those times are long over. Even more...!" Levant directing his blade in Reagan's direction.

Greatness of his hatred, this beast before him. Everything starting with their meeting, that day of his arrival. Sadness of this dragon, vision on the young man. Times of old, happiness in those days. Smallness of their time, appreciating it. Memories forever haunting him, a crisis coming to his home. This little king, his presence drawing that beast. Terribleness of an event, forever branding on his soul. Tormenting agony, living through each day. Seeking the source of this madness, slaying countless monsters. That commander standing a few feet away, folding his arms, observing this.

"If you never brought home that monster! Then...then...!" hatred in his voice.

"Levant...this so called monster tried to protect your life..." Minerva slightly looking away.

Days of the past, uncertainness of a boy. A beast with them, this one venturing through that forest. Following two children, viewing that girl as his mother. Insistence of her, this magnificent creature. Innocence of him, massiveness of the world. Not wishing in leaving him alone, that complying boy. Regretfulness of this action, everything slipping away from him. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, leaping high. That emerald dragon ascending, the young man landing on her back. Standing up in the beast, glaring down at the two. Highness of sentiments, rage at his depths.

"Minerva, take note. The only reason I have not silenced both your life and that beast...is due to our friendship at one point. However, that may not last forever..." Coldness of him.

Carrying hatred, driving sentiments. Despising these beasts, yearning in silencing them. Friendship of the past, this lingering thread. Walking in blackness, his guiding rage. Raising his offhand, snapping his fingers. That emerald dragon loudly roaring, flying further into the sky. Two from below, their depressing eyes on Levant. That young woman and her partner, thinking on his words. Placing away her sword, distantness of her. Aching inside, those days of old. Her partner lowering his head, exhaling a bit. That commander behind her, slightly looking away.

"This goes well into the past huh..."

An event of old, that person trapping in blackness. Destruction plaguing his mind, a creature of darkness. Ferociousness of it, attacking many. Taking his family, his fading kindness. That boy once of timidness, tackling the world. Believing in his path, his guiding rage. Turning to the commander, sighing from her. Distantness of her vision on her sword, that companion moving to her side. Gazing at her blade, watching her placing it away. Eyes on one another, sharing in sentiments. Heaviness of this situation, a way still existing. Hearts of both rising, not wishing in backing down.

"Indeed, anyway, that is all for now..." Minerva turning away.

Flashing memories, terribleness of an event. An enraging monster, a boy witnessing the demise of his parents. Smallness of a Heavenly King, standing against a foe of grandness. Not backing down, trying to protect those of nearness. Wound of deepness, his companion racing after him. Both falling off a cliff, her hand reaching for him. Ignoring his condition, diving to her. Making it, wrapping his wings around her. Facing away, two crashing into the depths, washing away with the tides. Endlessness of a night, that boy of yore. Two wanting in setting things right, that dragon yearning for days of the past again.

Levant...your hatred for me...I can understand. However, do not blame Reagan. After all...even if for a brief moment, we were all once happy together. I believe we can have this again...

—Phase 2 Complete—