Hearts once of togetherness, soaring along endlessness. Joyfulness of old, pleasantness in the presence of the other. Feelings of deepness, niceness of it. Frustrations far within, patience of the land. Timidness of above, repercussions down the line. Wanting to believe, disappointment to her. Illness of sentiments, hatred brewing at her depths. Enduring cruelness, unable in speaking. Wandering in blackness, no longer willing in remaining in silence. These feelings breaking free, two sides of the same. One of innocence, another of malice.

Shakiness within, opposition on the outside. Wondering where the Tyrant is leading him, a reason for it. Approval of necessity, not allowing otherwise. Alastor guiding him to a gate, that deity resting his vision ahead. Curiosity of the location, that Tyrant stopping in front of it. Standing on the side, gesturing his hand towards the path. Gazing at the devil for a moment, slightly looking away. Proceeding onward, pushing it open. Blinding of the light, warmness of this. Emotions flowing free, familiarity of it. Moving onward, embracing this blissfulness.

Wind of old, gentleness of it. Flowing grass, refreshing of the scent. That shining sun bathing the land, recognition of this place. Residing there, an environment of importance. Two of yore, unlikeliness of their meeting. A flute drawing his attention, a devil of the earth. A bond forming between two, her smiling of brightness. Wanting it again, that sole tree of tallness. Endlessness of the plain, meaningfulness of this. Venturing so far, thinking of the next experience. Squabbles of littleness, nearness of those companions. Glancing back, that Tyrant behind him. Turning to the demon, needing answers.

"Why here?" Valor questions.

Dreams of fleetingness, connection of old. Those times of yore, uncertainness on his way in going forward. Relaxing for the day, attention to a sound. Seeking it out, encountering that devil. Gratefulness for this, a bond between two. Emotions growing over the passing time, tackling their challenges together. Once again within this place, a realm elsewhere. Wondering on the reason, an idea of it. Shakiness of him, that Tyrant's vision on him. Foolishness of this deity, possibility in blocking this out. Familiarity of this breeze, pleasantness of the scent. A series of events beginning on a binding day, joyfulness and sorrowfulness alike.

"Why else? This is the place you first met her, it holds her most treasured memories." Alastor explaining.

Slightly looking away, naturalness of this. Meaningfulness of this place, two meeting in a plain of endlessness. That tree of tallness, a uniting point. Differences of their birth, one from highness, another of the earth. Purity of his energy, hers from a pair. Learning from her, limitation of him. Surpassing his expectations, surprising of it. Admiration of her, kindness of her. Her heart not for the battlefield, putting aside her disgust. Turning the smallest chance into an actuality, branding her image into numerous. Distantly gazing at the tree, Reynas residing beneath it. Memories of old, events cursing their lives, painfulness upon them both.

"I...I wanted to bring her back here...one day..." He depressingly speaks.

Illuminating sentiments, carrying it inside of them. Endlessness of their soaring, returning here at times. Separation eventually coming, unable to do so. Innumerable years since both within the same place, wanting it again. Yearning for experiences of yore, in going back to a time of most happiness. This no less of Cyra's desire, wanting to turn the page of this story. Never dying emotions, hatred boiling at her depths. Spilling over, unleashing it on her enemies. Softness still existing, giving up her wish of deepness. One more trial still remaining, that deity moving onward, Alastor following behind. That child of smallness standing next to Reynas, her attention on her grandmother. Confusing of this, anger of the woman. Facing the approaching two, that girl doing the same. Those two drawing closer, Valor shortly before her. His gaze at Maria, his vision slightly of wideness.

"Maria..."

Never fading memories, a child following in the Tower of Time. Fearfulness of her, image of her mother. Life no longer inside of the young woman, shakiness of her. Fleeing from the deity, not understanding the situation. Chasing after her, finding her corpse. Helplessness of the god, frustration of greatness. Failing his companion, his life descending into blackness. An action from a mother, failure of it. Keeping his promise to her, two meeting again years later. Confusing of this, her hand to her chest. One knowing of her name, thinking on this. Horribleness never leaving, living with his shame. Guilt clawing away at him, those of the past before him.

"You know me?" Maria tilting her head at him.

Knowledge of the past, two of nearness. Residing around her, unable in doing more. Inactions coating much, unawareness on the truth. Joyfulness in her child, less so in her husband. Her pleading voice, understanding it more. Deepness of his guilt, wanting to right it. Trusting in him, failure in meeting her line. Diving so far, seeking her out. Finding himself in this place, a memory of valuableness. Slightly looking away, a child never personally knowing him. Tales from her mother, pictures of the girl. One holding her together, her despair of greatness.

"Yeah...your mother told me a lot about you..." Valor distantly states.

Feelings flowing over the passing time, endlessness of its streams. A blockage towards it, illness of sentiments boiling within. Incapability of withstanding, hatred steadily rising. Breaking free, unwilling in enduring this. Unleashing that anger, racing into blackness. Light of faintness, reaching for it. Hands of shadows pursuing her, seeking a morrow of betterment. That child gazing at the deity, wondering of him. Her mother knowing him, a bad person he is not. Reynas glancing to the girl, trying to contain herself. That Tyrant turning away, his wife of the one in dealing with this situation. Eyes of the deity and goddess meeting with the other, her heavy pressure upon him.

"Valor." Reynas solemnly speaks.

Her serious expression, Cyra no less a reflection of her mother. Familiarity of this chill, unsettling emotions within. Conflicts of avoidance, inactions leading to terribleness. Those of unlikeliness, a bond remaining over the years. Shakiness of it, untrusting of him. Believing in herself, paving her own path. Selfishness at her core, embracing her imperfections. Softness still existing, proceeding as herself. A companion still to her heart, her parting words. Failure of her path, enviousness of her. Illness of feelings, giving him another chance. Foolishness of a possibility, yet yearning for the nigh impossible.

"I should end you for what you have put my daughter through." She threatens.

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Timidness of yore, patience from another. Choices within his hands, never acting upon it. Dragging down another, colliding conflicts. Rightfulness in her anger, harming one of nearness. Unable in relying on another, her friend flying away, leaving her below. Waiting for him, her power inside of a seal. Smallness of chances, betting everything on it. Disappointment to her, living years in torment. Breaking over the passing time, a path towards her freedom. This to his awareness, one continuously making the same mistakes. Pushing beyond the boundaries, desiring for another ending.

"Though—" her softening voice.

Simpleness of the past, a calamity of prediction. Those of differences, a uniting bond. Another coming, blackness of a possibility. Wanting an existence of betterment, loving of her parents. Separation coming, a chain of conflict. Shakiness of the child, growing in hostility. Kindness of her, softness within. Repetition of history, two of differing realms. Tragedy striking once more, inaction of a deity. These flowing sentiments, understanding difficulty. Confusion of the god, shifting of the goddess' tone. Sorrowfulness of his vision, logicality of her anger. Justification in it, irrationality of it, yet sound no less. Lessons over the years, this creating a new form of reason.

"—you always try to go the extra mile, which is why I will not purge you. You always try for her." Reynas softly speaks.

Faithfulness to one, continuously doing his best. Inability in performing at times, guilt of deepness. Pressing onward, stifling sentiments. A wrong of old, going beyond the distance. Foolishness of a gamble, an entity of grandness of riskiness. Events of the past, wanting them again. Both sharing a goal of similarity, desiring for an actuality of it. Hearts once riding along in the wind, separation of two. Uncertainness of Maria, Reynas of fury in one moment, happiness in the next. That Tyrant looking away, a message from his wife. Frightening of a goddess, methods of harshness.

"Seeing how you have come this far, you intend to right your wrongs." Reynas holding her hands behind her back.

Bonding of two, a path of repetitiveness. Cruelness of it, pieces of them. Seeking a dream, racing in an abyss of blackness. A deity constantly diving, going further each time. Yearning to reach one of nearness, closeness of him. Everything slipping between his fingers, frustration of greatness. Losing her twice, unwillingness in allowing for a third. Failure of himself, horribleness over her years. Direction in righting his wrongs, one of most importance. Nodding in agreement, clearance of his stance. Descending into oblivion, venturing in between the living and the dead. Chasing after his old friend, dreadfulness in his eyes. That goddess witnessing this, his burning determination.

"I have made a lot of mistakes in the past. Though...never once can I stand to see Cyra suffer. I was spineless, I should have acted those many years ago. Since then, she continues to suffer. She can always reach out to me, this time I will do the same for her..." He depressingly explains.

Imperfections of individuals, each finding their way. Regrets of old, wanting to right their wrongs. Some unable to do so, time stopping their progression. Living in agony, never ending torment. Continuing onward, shakiness of their path. Vision constantly to the mind, aggravating of it. Aching within, an action of simpleness in preventing it. Roaming through blackness, terribleness of it. Thinking on the deity's words, sincerity of it. A chance to bring back her daughter, one capable in doing so. Desiring for her child in truly starting her life, success of lowness.

"Valor, there is no guarantee. As it stands now, Cyra wishes to rest. This is the trial of Sloth, the final one." Reynas grimly explaining.

Forcing onward in blackness, loneliness of greatness. Tormenting sentiments, wanting days of old. Unable to truly live or die, her way in going forward. Selfishness of deepness, imperfections of her. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, bearing her fangs on her foes. Hostility of her, untrusting of others. Believing in herself, proceeding with her trials. Six of completion, one remaining. Widening of his eyes, time of littleness. His final chance, holding onto the smallest of possibilities. Crushing pain within, pushing against tides of harshness. Reaching out, yearning to bring her back to her family, those waiting for her.

"You can walk away now, and let her rest, or you can keep pushing. If you do manage to get her out of there, then what will you do?" Reynas questions.

"Walk away...no...not again...—" Valor distantly looking away.

"—I will never walk away again. If I do manage to get her out of there, I'll finally say those words, and we can move on." He gently speaks.

Mistakes forever lingering, sorrowfulness of eternity. Living through each day, tormenting agony. Wishing for a difference, a night of horribleness. Unawareness on the length of her suffering, those feelings coming out. Frustration of greatness, rage boiling at her depths. Once of brightness, hatred of actuality. Despair at the depths, an action chaining numerous more. Unwillingness in repetition, his final chance. Faintness of Reynas' smile, acknowledging him. Incapability of proceeding in the past, his vision in mind. Possibility in grasping the nigh impossible, grandness of this challenge.

"So, you have known as well huh." Reynas gently responds.

Two of nearness, emotions to their awareness. One of patience, the other of shyness. Remaining in place, uncertainness in progressing. Her words ringing through him, courage of necessity. Born from energy, attachments originally not to his comprehension. Meeting an entity of the land, bonding with her. Loss of greatness, unable in letting go. Continuously holding on, chances falling into his hands. Failure of him, aching of it. His eyes on her, agreement of him. Longness in knowing that maiden, his hand never moving. Life of complexity, yet manageability of it.

"Very well, then I give you my approval, you can find her within the forbidden gate." Reynas informing him.

Venturing throughout the worlds, those once soaring far. Pureness of sentiments, a bond of nearness. Hostility inside of a home, that devil disliking her presence there. Terribleness over the years, comfort with her friend. Escalation of events, a father doing his best. Arrangement of a marriage, repercussion of massiveness. His child breaking, sorrowfulness of greatness. Rising once more, sending the worlds to ruin. Selfishness guiding her path, differences of two. One of innocence, the other of malice. Hatred boiling at her depths, unable to resist any longer, wishing in resting. Turning from Reynas, stepping forward. That goddess stopping him, his vision back to her, wondering of her words.

"Be warned though, time is growing short. You do not have long until she and Ultima are both sealed away." Reynas warning.

Coming far, diving into this realm. A world of blackness, light existing within its depths. A place containing a memory of importance, one continuously holding on. Implanting deeply into her heart, working towards it. Selfishness guiding her path, imperfections of her. Deplorableness of her actions, fineness with it. Untrusting of others, naturalness of this. Experiences of horribleness, softness still remaining. Shocking of this to Maria, those words to her attention. Direction towards Valor, hopefulness of her. One able in reaching her mother, everything in his hands.

"Heh...then I guess three is a crowd if I can't get her out of there." Valor faintly smiling, walking onward.

"Heh." Alastor faintly smiling.

"Best of fortune, Valor." Reynas softly states.

Moving onward, time of shortness, his only chance. Necessity in convincing her, possibility in forever losing her. Slimness of light, Reynas and Alastor seeing this. A chance no less, igniting sentiments. That girl gazing at her grandparents, gentleness of their smile upon her. Fleetingness of dreams, hearts desiring for the nigh impossible. Shakiness of old, terribleness branding upon them. Seeking a wish of similarity, one unable in proceeding. Tiring of her, sorrowfulness of massiveness. Awareness on this, weight of immensity on that deity. Someone unwilling to give in, racing in this abyss of blackness. His companion residing there, sadness from her eyes.

Cyra...please listen to me, you will not have to grieve any longer. When we are out of this place, let us put all of this behind us, and simply live our lives like we wanted. These words have remained unspoken for much too long...