Hopefulness of an individual, brightness in times of old. Tormenting emotions, losing faith. Smallness of chances, constantly grabbing on. Selfishness of deepness, persisting in her goal. Blackness of her heart, steadily returning. Rage boiling at her depths, unleashing it on her enemies. Softness still in existence, her way in dealing with Ultima. Bringing defeat to her foe, rising to that challenge. Sealing of her price, time still within existence. Remembering those parting words, standing in that battlefield of ruin. Rubble everywhere, cracks of severity. Flames scorching the land, stench of foulness. Vision on their final area, clashing of severity. A way in changing her dilemma, that companion teaching him much.
Fate of a fool's word, this ringing through him. Walking towards Argent, that boy of unconsciousness on the ground. Distantly gazing at him, awareness on his old friend's reason. Closeness of two, caring for him, loving him. Giving him another chance, warmness of her approach. Wanting in keeping him safe, unable in letting go of her kindness. Defending him, throwing away her freedom. Standing before the boy, kneeling to him. A while it might be before his awakening, attention on the direction of the gods. Victor facing away, folding his arms, sorrowfulness of his eyes. Levi approaching the supreme deity, gods witnessing the dreadfulness in Valor's vision. Rising from the land, facing those allies. Victor looking in his direction, gazes upon him. Moving up to him, soon standing before him.
"Valor..." Freya distantly speaks, looking away.
Loneliness of blackness, tiring of her. Giving in, falling to her knees. Vision on one another, hands of blackness. Aching of the heart, racing in that abyss. Desperately trying to reach her, failure in doing so. Parting words, stinging of them. Wanting in doing more, that night of horribleness continuously plaguing his mind. A companion of nearness, one doing much. Grasping her path within her hands, steering her course. No longer able in doing so, revealing once more. Defeating her foe, her sealing of the price. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, scratching the back of his head. Slightly looking ahead, a solution in mind, recklessness of it.
"Well, this is going to be the most idiotic thing I have ever done." He distantly speaks.
Hearts of nearness, two of differing worlds. Niceness of old, limitations not in place. Going far, soaring the distance. Traveling in pleasantness, squabbles of littleness. Returning to the other, a bond growing even stronger. Loss of terribleness, enduring so several times. Helplessness of him, wanting in acting. Desiring for the same, deepness of their wish. A battlefield scarring with emotions, her final stance. Confusion of those gods and Levi, Victor having an idea. Hopelessness of a situation, one not willing in giving in. Choosing in sealing herself away, an ending to this nightmare.
"What are you thinking to do?" Artemis questions in some interest.
"You are going to where she is." That angel folding his arms.
Flowing sentiments, streams constantly along. Never ending feelings, guidance of it. Selfishness of one's path, those seeking what is within. Clashing against others, shouting their soul. Dreadfulness of greatness, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Continuously rising from the depths, returning even stronger. Learning much from his old friend, her despair of massiveness. Awareness on it, that young woman slowly coming back. Gazing into the vastness of the sky, darkness of it. His painful vision, deities and Levi in shock. Years of separation, meeting again, refusing in allowing this finish.
"Yeah, there might be a way for me to bring her back." Valor looking towards them.
Flowers underneath the crimson moon, parting of two. Rain slowly setting in, eventually bathing the field in its tears. Swaying along, aching of them. Moving further from one another, keeping in those emotions. A bond of shakiness, holding on over the passing years. Hardness of times, standing before one another. Unable to do more, living in torment. Unawareness on her suffering, guilt eating away at him. Riskiness of his play, possibility in awakening Ultima. A single soul on his mind, those narrowly escaping the end of days. A miracle in blackness, that maiden giving them one more.
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"Valor, this is madness, even for you!" Odin chastises.
Efforts of hardness, never ending conflict. Pieces within, sentiments constantly flowing. Helplessness of him, unable in doing anything. Disappearing before his eyes, enduring great pain. Agonizing of it, a companion continuously pushing. Forcing onward, shouting her soul. Racing in an abyss of darkness, loneliness of it. Those walking alongside her, nice of it. Fading away, leaving her inside of it. Tiring of it, falling to her knees. Shadows approaching, tears in her eyes, parting words. That supreme deity looking away, faintly smiling. Insanity of it, unrealistic of it. Necessity in opposing reason, reaching for a deep desire.
"Yeah...I know, but I won't let go, not this time..."
Streaming waves, a point of connection. Never ending resolve, those pushing against the rationality of others. Numerous falling, few rising. Cruelness of actuality, terribleness of it. One of the land, her heart originally of kindness. Steadily returning, revealing once more. Giving up their hope, protecting a boy of smallness. Her solution in dealing with a deity of grandness, a feat far above innumerable. Despair guiding her way, hatred at her depths. Unleashing what is within, no longer willing in remaining in quietness. Crying out, crushing her foes. A way in grasping what she wishes for most, everything slipping out of her hands. Chronos and Ares glancing to each other, in awareness on the bond between the two. Endangering everyone again, irrational of it.
"Valor, will you really risk putting her sacrifice in vein?" Freya looking at him, sternness of her expression.
Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an existence cursing her. Signaling of her presence, an abomination upon the worlds. Murals depicting throughout time, engraving into history. Those in awareness on it, fearing it. Constantly plaguing the mind, unwillingness in accepting this. Two of differing realms, experiencing her kindness. Once of brightness, opposite hearts. Shouting her soul, revealing once more. A sacrifice, her last miracle. Vision on Freya, sorrowfulness of deepness from him. His decision of certainty, looking away from him. Words not changing his mind, feelings eternally extending.
"I will not release him. The time is still young, there is a chance I can bring her back, and have Ultima rotting there alone." Valor explaining, folding his arms.
Closeness of two, those tackling their challenges together. Arguments of littleness, a bond growing stronger over the passing time. Trials constantly in place, holding it together. No matter of the years going by, a never fading friendship. Maliciousness of those, incomprehensible suffering. Keeping her troubles within, unable in trusting. Survival of importance, pushing beyond her limitation. Rising to her challenges, bringing down her foes. Despairing within, frustrations grabbing at her. Allies gazing at one another, time still of youngness. A chance of pulling her from the depths, foolishness of this. Irrationality sometimes of necessity, Valor stepping away from the rest. Attention on him, an ancient pentagram of whiteness materializing beneath his feet, brilliantly emitting. A gamble of it, one willing in trying. Yearning to reach her, cowardice of the past, no longer remaining still.
"Hey, if I get trapped in there as well, just one less issue to deal with." He smiles.
Continuously following, wanting times of old. Inactions of the past, regret eating away at him. Words inside of a lock, simpleness of them. Unable in speaking what is within, a separation from two of nearness. Disappointment from one of the land, the other of the heavens flying away. Eventually returning, a rift between them. Naturalness of it, staying there, not leaving. Two bottling their emotions, one incapable of doing so any longer. Unleashing her rage, seeking the sky of endlessness. Freya stepping forward, that deity resting his vision upon her. Certainty in his eyes, her hand of hesitation. Slightly looking away, painfulness of this, realization of his heart's alignment.
"Valor, do come back." Odin calmly speaks.
Meeting in times of old, unlikeliness of it. Those of differing realms, a field of grass. That single tree of tallness, a flute drawing his attention. Appreciation of it, gratefulness for that moment. Two traveling far together, feelings growing over the passing time. A bond of nearness, wanting another ending to this event. Faintly smiling, that light shining brighter. Levi barking at him, two not seeing eye to eye. Even so, a point of agreement. That animal wishing in him bringing her back, that deity assuring him. Witnessing this, Victor turning away. Folding his arms, learning something himself. Valor steadily fading away, that light increasing, feeling the wind heavily hitting against him.
Cyra...just hold on old friend. Not this time...those many nights ago, I should have reached out, but I was a coward. Not this time...those tears of yours, I never wanted to see them again...