One able to stand on similar grounds, confronting a high person. Not allowing for these dangers on her own anymore, partners of them. Working together, both agreeing to this.

Their long parting, hearts yearning for the other. Appreciating their reunion, more coming over the passing time. Souls within an endless stream, not separating from the other.

Going in their own direction with one another, embracing in simpleness, these flowing sentiments. Three heading off together, night shortly to the scene.

Eventually finding themselves at a cemetery, the foul stench around them. Tombstones everywhere, a pathway leading through.

The chilling breeze, swaying grass, azure thickly in the air. Elina closely walking behind Isa, her hands to her chest.

"It seems your finding was correct, professor." Isa folding her arms.

"That's good, but to think it is this bad here..." Positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"This is like out of the worst horror movies..." The trembling hazel one.

Echoing voices, crimson visions in the mist. Malicious entities, those trailing the movements of the three. Slight sounds in the distance, an immense pressure.

Wind swirling around, this increasing the further they are along. The influence of the Iconoclast, her sharp gaze.

Intimidating her foes, threatening those enemies with her presence. Shadows rushing away from the innocent one, not wanting to enrage this entity.

That professor observing these actions, a puzzling situation. Shortly arriving at a large tombstone, ancient seals on it. A rift above, this heavy influence.

"This is it." Lloyd uneasily stepping back.

"Just what is this thing...?" Elina clutching her hands to her chest.

"An Overlord." Isa's serious gaze.

Great threats, devils of a higher standing. Ignoring dangers, diving into the heat of battle. Seeking after what is inside, rising to their challenges.

Embracing their selfishness, those imperfections. Ascending through the ranks, tackling their foes. This intensifying presence, the expanding rift.

Stepping out of it, his black scaly armor. His red eyes, his hair of the abyss. Standing before those three, his attention on Isa.

That one in front of him, awaiting this opportunity. Extending his hand, reaching into the darkness. Gripping his malefic sword, swinging it aside.

A powerful shockwave sweeping through, rubble rising above. Elina and Lloyd blocking out this force, sliding back on their feet.

"Iconoclast, your ever growing power will become mine. Thank you, for stepping into my trap." His faint smile.

"A trap...?" unease from Elina.

"I figured it might be something like this. Come, if you think you can devour me, then try it." Her katana afar.

Dark scales coating her weapon, stealing it from a guard on the Prison Island. Trusting in its performance, this carrying her far.

An enemy before her, those underneath the light of the bleeding moon. A curse of an object, damning those within its presence.

This sentiment throughout time, few believing otherwise. It's constantly shining beauty, connecting countless bonds.

That professor glancing to the young woman, this title upon her. An abomination upon the worlds, her willingness to commit atrocities.

Anything towards her goal, this commanding influence. Connecting these pieces, his answer before him.

"So, Isa is the one keeping activities at a low..."

"You both stand back. Elina, when it is time, I will give you the signal." Glancing back to her.

"Alright, be-careful..." Her concerning expression.

This revolving field, two within it. Grand individuals, each proceeding in their own way. Enemies in the shadows, watching this.

Not acting, their knowledge of the Iconoclast's capabilities. One growing stronger over the passing time, entering into a state of berserk.

Conditions triggering this faster, awareness on these points. Unsettling hearts, witnessing two rushing at the other. Crashing their swords against one another, their firm stance.

That demon ahead of her, his crushing pressure. Negativity concentrating around his target, weapons materializing far and wide.

"You will regret putting Elina in danger." Isa's sharp tone.

"Much like the last, you have so much power. Yet, this potential being squandered by mediocrities." His calm demeanor.

Embracing this power, not wishing to use it. Having to do so, accepting it. Protecting an innocent one, this task upon herself.

Closeness of two, meeting underneath the light of the velvet moon. Their unlikely encounter, an event setting their direction.

Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

Hearts in the presence of one another, refusing to let go. Feverishly holding on, facing down this foe. That enemy dashing away, releasing his assaults.

Weapons closing in, Elina's hands to her chest. Lloyd folding his arms, observing the battle. Witnessing blackness releasing from Isa, shattering the surrounding assaults.

Particles in the area, her opponent above. His sword over his shoulder, descending on her. Stepping to her right, evading the attack.

Her high katana, striking down at her target. His blade meeting her own, two pushing against the other.

"When you have lost everything, it makes you realize...how truly valuable the small things in life are." Isa's solemn voice.

"I suppose there is truth to this. No matter, power is what dictates. You cannot deny this, Iconoclast." His serious eyes.

Her path to becoming the enemy, trampling on countless. Rising in power, desiring to save an innocent person.

Words from this demon, truth in it. Strength deciding outcomes, weakness suffering. The original understanding this, despising it every step of the way.

Having to take up arms, innumerable battles in her years. Seeking after the past, racing in an abyss of blackness. Tormenting agony, no longer willing to remain in silence.

Many diving in after her, pulling her from that terribleness. This similarly reflecting to the current one, her reason to push onward.

"You are correct, that was how I was able to come so far. Even so, the simple things are far more valuable than it." Her soft tone.

"And what will you do, if that woman over there is to fall back into the life she got out of?" forcing against Isa.

"Then I will set this land ablaze once more. Nothing more, nothing less, until she is safe again." Resisting her foe.

A pure heart containing blackness, a grand power in the possession of one. Not wishing to use it, doing so for the protection of another.

Bringing ruin to the world, shattering lives. Crushing hopes and dreams, everything towards her direction.

Grasping the tiniest chance, opening infinite possibilities. A feverish individual, breaking away from her target.

Standing from afar, smashing her blade against the ground, firing a wave of darkness. Scarring the land, that one blocking her assault.

His vision above, the young woman striking through. Spilling blood along the land, continuing her direction.

Rushing at her enemy, his offhand forcing ahead. Releasing negativity, crashing against her. Blasting her afar, binding her in its influence.

"Maybe you do deserve this power. Still, I will claim it as my own!" his blade afar.

"Isa!" Elina stepping forward.

"Not yet!" the devil alerting.

"What can you be planning, Isa?" Lloyd's tense expression, folding his arm.

Floating in an abyss, this shining road. A way to connect this line, having to believe in this possibility.

Her rising sentiments, her boiling rage. Wanting to maintain her current life, darkness secreting from her body. That foe plunging his sword into the land, malice piercing the surface.

Hastily making its way to her, her vision on the nearing assault. Unease from her companions, seeing this development. That attack engulfing her, calmness from the demon.

Breaking away at the earth, his shifting gaze. Witnessing negativity flowing in, one revealing out of the shadows.

Her massive shadowy claw, her pulsing veins. Her dark hair, her black armor. Spikes along her protection, her thick gauntlet.

Wings of corruption and light, a silver crown on her head. Floating there, her claw close to her face, devouring the malevolence.

That demon stepping back, this unsettling him. Happiness from Elina, Lloyd focusing on the palm of her claw. Concentrating blackness, raising it high.

"Elina! Now!"

"Got it!" that hazel one running in.

"What are you aiming for...?" the demon closing his stance.

"This is something I learned from the first Iconoclast, Soul Crush." Her sharp gaze.

Deep sentiments, emotions purely displaying. This extending from her claw, Elina standing at the side of her partner, facing their opponent.

This steadily releasing energy, her shadowy arm above, shifting the dimension around them. An endless field, this immense pressure.

Crushing against the foe, binding him in place. Streaming waves surrounding the area, spirits flowing along, witnessing this evolution.

A way to connect the feelings of others, their feverish souls. Not allowing anyone to bind them, that innocent one stepping forward, expanding her arms.

"No one will tear down this life of ours." Her chilling tone.

One shining in this abyss, lighting the way for her partner. Developing her abilities, two working together.

Danger constantly at their throats, this of her way to do more. Pureness emitting from her, unease from the demon. Unable to break out of this binding, the influence of the Iconoclast.

Her feverish soul, her unquenchable emotions. This wrapping around him, sealing him in place. Having to endure, a way to turn this situation still out there.

That energy revealing countless divine spears, his trembling gaze. Entombing him in a glacier of purity, the approaching attack. Colliding into him, devastatingly unleashing.

Shaking the void, the shortly clearing smoke. Blood streaming down his face, breaking free from his restraint. Dashing towards Elina, that Iconoclast in front of him.

"Selfish we are, and that is fine, you will feel our desires..." Her voice ringing through him.

Hastily proceeding, sending his weapon afar. Blackness feverishly extending from her, crashing her claw against him.

Spilling blood in the area, dashing around the field. Building up force, striking from every direction. An enemy unable to react, the Iconoclast moving behind him.

Turning to her side, her high kick. Launching him far into the air, darkness binding him. Ascending above, locking onto her foe. Grasping this life, gratefulness for it.

A chance once again in her hands, not letting go. Her displaying heart, her powerful rage. Descending on him, spinning a kick, colliding into him.

Hitting him below, her claw above. Releasing electricity, pursuing her foe. That one slamming into the land, his approaching enemy.

The young woman smashing her claw into him, unleashing those charges. Shattering the area, crushing the dimension, an ending to this conflict.

A heart not giving in, pursuing one from the past. A grand power, clashing against her former allies. None else mattering, desiring times of old again.

Wanting to apologize to her partner, having many words to share. Able in doing so, losing her again. Another chance in her hands, not letting this go.

Shaping a new life, bearing the weight of her sins. Fineness with it, one able to freely live. Standing in the cemetery, that young woman devouring the surrounding azure energy, enemies no more.

This force assimilating into her claw, Lloyd walking in. Observing the occurrence, understanding her reason.

"Well, it has been a stressful night. I am heading in now." That professor stretching.

"You have my thanks for your work on this." Isa reverting to normal, facing the young man.

"Be safe on your way back." Brightness from Elina.

"You two as well." Holding the back of his head.

That bleeding moon shining down its light, another watching from in between dimensions. Her long gold hair, tying at the base with a velvet ribbon. Her crimson eyes, her aurum armor.

That noble crimson cape on the lower half of her back, her soft smile. Unleashing what is inside, embracing these feelings.

Connecting bonds, revealing something even more. Steadily fading away, allowing for this night to continue.

Two underneath its light, heading on their way. Holding the other's hand, relishing in the presence of each other. Hearts with one another, this forever remaining true.

I would do what I did again...if it would mean her safety. No matter of the sins I have to carry, I will do so, so that she can continue to smile...

Story of

Isa and Elina—> Souls Soaring in the Endless Eve

End

—Complete—