Heaven and earth, those so long ago. Meeting in a plain of grassiness, a tree of tallness. That flute drawing the attention of highness, pleasantness of it. Bonding between two, dreams of a possibility. Two worlds colliding, wonderfulness of it. Venturing far, hearts riding along in the wind. An ending to everything, wishing for happiness of eternity. Continuously trying, desires of selfishness rushing through, paving a path towards the future. Standing before the forbidden gate, malevolence of immensity. Sickening of it, littleness in comparison to his old friend's despair.

"Cyra...I am coming..."

Kindness of old, a bright individual. Enduring cruelness inside of her home, softness of her. Two tackling their challenges together, trusting in one another. A wrong of the past, wanting to right it. Many more underneath his belt, one of most importance. Hearts connecting, one of patience, the other of timidness. Inactions of harmfulness, unwillingness in repeating it. Moving onward, passing through the gate. Continuing ahead, shortly finding himself in a room of blackness. Difficulty in seeing, not stopping. Pushing forward, seeking her out, nearby of her presence.

Flowing streams, sentiments forever branding. Tormenting agony, indescribable emotions. Tears inside of an abyss, loneliness for years. Those placing their hopes and dreams in her hands, deplorableness of it. Uncaring of her strife, one giving them a miracle. Sadness of greatness, anger brewing at her depths. Heading deeper into the void of endlessness, that distorting area. Flowers spreading through, the brightening area. Night illuminating the land, that bleeding moon shining its light down below. Gentleness of the wind, unsettling of it. Fields of familiarity, no doubt in his mind. Scent to his nostrils, petals moving along.

Naturalness of this, terribleness of old. This of the greatest, vision never leaving him. Pleading for him, uncertainty of him. Not knowing, suspecting of an issue. Collision of interests, two parting from one another. Unable in telling him, a way of freedom with his awareness. Incapability of it, his companion suffering. Strife of the connecting point, this memory of horridness. Possibility in their lives going differently, his attention ahead. Distantness of his eyes, that maiden standing from afar, her back facing him. Glancing behind, sorrowfulness of her gaze.

"Valor, why are you here?" she distantly questions.

Lingering guilt, flowing sentiments. One once of purity, sinking into darkness, two sides of the same. One of innocence, another of malice, both reflecting into actuality. Emotions of heaviness, weight to his realization. Containing it, living through torment. Illness of feelings, seeking what is within. Simpleness of her wish, pushing onward. One of highness chaining these occurrences, wanting in ending his life. Putting aside her disgust, providing another miracle. Unable in achieving her deepest desire, yearning in resting. Stepping forward, determination of that god. Freezing in the past, not doing so again. Dreadfulness of this night, wondering of an alternative.

"Cyra, let's go home. We finally have the chance to put all of this behind us." He urges.

Walking along in endlessness, longness of her venture. Torturous experiences, limitation on endurance. Breaking through, surpassing her challenges. Racing in blackness, evading hands of shadows. No longer able in doing so, those circling arms. Words of meaningfulness, wanting in going. Actuality of firmness, her efforts of pointlessness. Learning this, accepting it. A night eternally branding within her, a price in coming here. Giving up their hope, choosing her family in the end. A solution in place, having to do so. Bringing defeat to her foe, branding her image.

"It matters not if I leave this place. I tried to follow my desires, but all that led to was the worlds nearly in ruin, such a life is not possible." She turns to him.

Desires within, one of deepness. Running along in endlessness, blackness surrounding her. Tears inside of an abyss of loneliness, no longer willing in remaining in quietness. Forcing onward, clashing against her foes. Yearning for times of old, that faintest light. Believing in her possibility, smallness of it. Closeness of her, reaching for it. Everything slipping between her fingers, realization of her futility. Frustration of greatness, one act of selflessness. Sorrowfulness of Valor, his lowering head. His shaking fists, unable in doing anything. A sense of similarity, reflection of yore. Planning not in place, hastiness of his decision. Not giving in, trying to meet her, no matter of the distance.

"Not possible you say? Right...probably isn't, but that does not mean I will let you rot here for all eternity." He looks towards her more confidently.

Fleetingness of moments, grasping at it. Wanting eternity of it, hearts of nearness. Mistakes of the past, blackness of the worlds. Cruelness on display, trusting in one. Inaction of him, loneliness of her. Believing in herself, a bond still holding on. Someone unwilling to give in, learning from her. Desiring the nigh impossible, a light of faintness. Staggering sentiments, his aching heart. Her vision on her companion, familiarity of his resolve. His hand extending to her, no matter of his pain. Continuously failing, forcing onward in this abyss of hopelessness.

"Let us leave here, let us try and make that dream a reality. We will never know unless we keep pushing." His fist to his chest, taking another step towards her.

Slowly shaking her head in refusal, his widening eyes. Her attention away, her hand to her chest. Grieving of her eyes, delightfulness of it, another reason. Yearning in resting, endlessness of a cycle. Wishing in putting everything behind her, a nightmare of eternity. Those sharing a dream, both wanting the same. Never leaving pain, tormenting agony. Treading in darkness, believing in the smallest chance. Capability of bringing miracles, none for herself. Tears spilling in a void of nothingness, tiring of this. Enviousness of others, her heart of fragility.

"I cannot stand this anymore...I simply want to rest. Even more so than that, leaving here may even release Ultima. I am grateful that you came, but please leave..." Her soft tone.

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A heart once of pureness, loving the worlds. Embracing freeness, soaring along the sky. Venturing far, terribleness and niceness. Two tackling their challenges together, a place of belonging. Losing this, unable in claiming it again. Simpleness of her wish, numerous desires within. Horribleness never ceasing, despising the battlefield. Growing stronger, rising above her enemies. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, softness winning in the end. Enduring grief over her years, that god in awareness on this. His lowering head, unwillingness in abandoning her. Following her to the furthest lengths of the Nine Worlds, incapability of reaching her. His final chance, yearning for success. Similarity of direction, wanting in giving her a future she is longing for.

"I know...this might release Ultima. Though, you can hate me for this later. I am getting you out of here, old friend..." Hopefulness of his eyes.

Selfishness within, those aiming for it. Differences of individuals, those bonding points. Feelings of purity, tormenting agony. Clashing against foes, shouting their soul. Torturous experiences, loneliness of greatness. Some finding solace, others sinking to the depths. Cruelness of actuality, learning of it. Shakiness of her, resting of her path. Extending her right arm, revealing the blade hiding inside of her gauntlet. Her action to his awareness, an alternative not of a choice. Desiring to bring her salvation, necessity in facing his closest friend.

Painfulness of it, time of shortness. Numerous awaiting her return, faces of friendliness, a place of her belonging. Feelings in a stream of endlessness, wandering souls. Eternity of their troubles, unable in finding their path. Trapping in limbo, one passing through. Unable to truly live or die, forcing her way. Her decision of firmness, despair of deepness. Steadily unsheathing his katana, nervousness of him, one chance in getting this right. His companion losing most of her power against Ultima, her strength continuously rising, truly terrifying of her. Challenging the game, choosing her way.

"You do not belong here Valor, leave before it is too late." Cyra sorrowfully speaks.

Connecting a wave line, meeting her in the depths. Staggering of her malevolence, sadness from enormousness. Tides of harshness, immensity of it. Understanding her suffering, his own abilities. Grandness of his title, meaninglessness of it. Willingness in abandoning it, wanting the happiness of one. Desperation of this, pursuing the tiniest of chances. Braving this occurrence, acting in a time of need. Possibility in releasing a threat of massiveness, uncaring of it. Shaking his head in refusal, stepping towards her. Wishing for no more than times of old, wanting it of an actuality again. Their desire far within, both one and the same. Forcing onward, reaching for her.

"Never! I am not going back without you!" he strongly responds.

Roaming in endlessness, her voice never meeting another. One in reliance, leaving her to the land. Believing in herself, distancing herself, still holding onto her bond. Untrusting of others, her heart consuming in blackness. Rage at her depths, embracing what is within. Those expecting much, frustration of greatness. Never thinking of her, enviousness of her. That friend coming far, trying to righthis wrongs. Two old friends once again facing each other, eyes of sorrowfulness on the other. Petals blowing in the wind, one passing their line of sight, instantly clashing against one another. Meeting eyes, malevolence crushing against the deity. Powerfulness of it, willingness in piercing it. Slightly pulling away, both colliding again, ferocity of greatness. Pressing their weapons to the other, souls shouting out.

"Why not?" her grim expression.

Lowering his head, wondering of his inability of speaking. Her attention on him, that one retreating once again. Unable to break out of his shell, causing her pain again. Slowly shaking his head from left to right, dashing away. That maiden leaping high, locking onto her foe. Revealing the blades in her boots, vision of dreadfulness upon her old friend. Never ending of this, seeking after a dream. Loathing the battlefield, her decision of currentness. Her heart wanting another ending, pointlessness of efforts. Choosing her way, resisting another.

Descending on him, that god bracing himself. Sweeping his blade across the land, flowers scattering. Waves of ice racing at her, slowing her speed. Crashing down, that god flipping over her. Rubble of highness, that land tearing apart, his trembling eyes. Landing from a distance, slowly calming his nerves. Steadily rising, that maiden distantly gazing into the moon of redness. Grief grabbing at her, attempting in holding in her frustration. A night eternally engraving into her, slowness of time. Hoping for his arrival, that one never coming.

"Time and time and again, I try to be patient, while you continuously hide in your shell. When will you realize that your cowardice can also harm?" she glances back to him.

Those meeting in times of old, niceness of it. A flute attracting the attention of one of highness, a bond forming between two. Ventures of vastness, traveling far. Embracing simpleness, sentiments growing over the passing time. Timidness from a god, patience from a devil. Cruelness around, fineness with it. Tackling challenges together, cowardice doing harm. Truth from her words, his lowering head. Unable in denying this, inactions in relation of slaying her with his own blade. Wanting in righting this, yearning in moving on from this nightmare with her.

"I know...I never had a friend like you. Most of the time I overthink things, but never once have I ever abandoned you." He looks towards her.

Some emotions to her eyes, turning in his direction. Never abandoning her, coming back. Descending from the heavens, his presence of comfort. Loneliness over her years, unawareness on her suffering. One of difference, knowing of his nature. A reliable companion, one in his shell. Heaven and earth once together, separation coming. Togetherness of a possibility, actions dividing. Living in blackness, horribleness branding upon her. Softness still existing, not wishing in holding him back. Hopelessness in saving her, accepting this. Her miracle, giving others an actuality she is incapable of experiencing.

"Time grows short Valor, you must forget about me, and move on with your life." Her soft voice.

A seal steadily approaching completion, her decision in mind. Sickening of it, closeness of her goal. Unable in defeating this foe through other means, frustrations within. Speaking her emotions, feelings nagging away at her. Illness of them, that old friend enduring it. Coming far, racing after her. Another chance in meeting, never forgetting her. Refusal of him, no matter of the passing time, one never doing this. Minuscule of the chances at best, that deity constantly reaching out. Desiring for days of yore, pleasantness of time. A possibility of making it an actuality, moving towards it.

"Never...you will never be just a memory...!" his dreadful eyes upon her.

Memories binding them together, living through those days. Unwillingness in forgetting, importance of them. An existence cursing underneath the light of the crimson moon, murals engraving into his mind. Understanding them, uncaring of it. Darkness surrounding an individual, devouring their enemies. Despair of greatness, hatred of deepness. Feverish emotions, pureness of a wish. Opposing those before her, racing in an abyss of loneliness. Closeness of them, growing over the many years. Facing the other, eyes meeting once more. Extending Lævateinn, that demon sword crying out. Sadness of greatness, supporting her. Painfulness of it, that deity's determination.