A heart in the darkness, enduring the great weight on her psyche. Pushing onward in her sorrow, carrying a deep pain within her. Shortly standing in front of the door, gripping the handle. The demon pushing it open, entering into the laboratory.

Her eyes on the countless pods, these many clones of her. Her sharp vision ahead to Elrich Velzar, the man motioning for her to enter. Her guardian extending her hand, cautioning Cyra's direction.

"Come in, goddess. I have been awaiting your arrival." The mage urging.

A man's relentless path, stripping away countless lives. Defiling many souls, turning them into horrific creatures. His goal towards one, pushing onward in his research.

The young woman walking a bit onward, soon stopping from a distance. Standing on her side, directing her demon sword at him. Her powerfully burning sentiments, great rage from her.

"All of this was to get me here, why is that?" her sharp vision.

"I am just a man taken in by his research. I discovered something quite interesting, that those like yourselves are closer to spirits. You do not have a true body, but what you perceive as one. Am I not right?" folding his arms, his slight smile.

"And so, you think these vessels can bind me to one? That will never happen." Her serious vision on him.

"There are arts I learned that are far greater than you know." His hands behind his back.

A man with great talent, someone diving into his research, eventually arriving at his conclusions. His goal towards one, finally having them in his lab. His chilling message to her, the young woman carefully proceeding.

An enormous force shrouding around her, quickly shifting her vision below. Her eyes on an ancient pentagram, a great seal holding her place. Chains sprouting out, harshly wrapping around her, Lævateinn trying to resist its pull.

"Cyra!" the Seraph reaching for her.

A powerful force repelling the guardian, sending her sliding back on her feet. Her strict vision ahead, the angel's racing mind. Shortly looking to Elrich Velzar, hearing the chuckling man.

A mage's great power, a mortal binding a great entity. An unsettling situation to the demon, feeling the massive restraints on her.

"Thank you for coming, now your soul will be made to complete my experiment. The perfect vessel for you, and you will be mine." Expanding his arms.

Her slightly widening eyes, horrid memories flooding back to her. A devil living under the tyranny of another, binding in shackles. Unable to escape from them, enduring her immense sorrow. Another like them, her hasty heart. Not accepting it, refusing to return to that life.

White particles leaving her body, tearing away at her bindings. The mage motioning his arm forward, red chains rushing out, harshly wrapping around her, her demon sword unable to repel it. Her spirit in shackles, the man moving it to a corpse in the corner, merging her spirit with it.

"I have already accounted for your escape methods, and while at it, I helped myself to some of your power." Bowing to her.

The demon not able to move, a body without support. Her vision on the man ahead, this unnerving situation to her. Her guardian running over to her, their racing mind.

Trying to think of a solution, a mage able to realign souls into another object. Shortly turning to the man, watching him steadily approach.

"I desire to be a god, and you'll be at my side to witness a new era." His mild grin.

An entity's slowly fading light, finding herself alone in the darkness. Unrest greatly within her, not wishing to return to a horrid existence.

Watching the man come closer, her pleading heart. White energy shortly surrounding her, the great force lashing out. Blasting away the person, destroying countless the pods, breaking apart the room.

A powerful barrier shielding the devil, her vision to her family. Kain, Rick, Emily, and Martha. Those four refusing to allow the mage close, many more joining them.

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Elrich Velzar soon rising to his feet, his stern vision ahead. The Seraph quickly lifting the young woman, their fading energy, soon fleeing the place.

"I never accounted for this. Hmm...but I do know how to lure her. It is time to attack Asgard." His sharp eyes.

A man proceeding forward in his path, setting a trap for one in the sky. Many others coming in, pulling her away from his grasp. A setback to him, yet a way to achieve his goal.

Setting his sight on the heavens, a mage running along his route. In the NetherWorld, underneath a single tall tree in a grassy field. Countless spirits uneasily standing around Cyra, seeing her state on the ground.

"Dammit! Isn't there anything we can do?!" Kain swinging out his arm.

"Nothing we can do, but if Cyra is willing to face reality as herself. Then maybe..." The Seraph looking away a bit.

"You mean...she is still afraid...after all these years." Emily gripping her arm, lowering her head.

"Pain doesn't heal the same for everyone, I can't even imagine what she went through to shut herself away like this." Rick turning.

"What do we do? I am positive Elrich Velzar will attack Asgard." Martha's hand to her chest in unease.

A mage's efforts, someone shaking her resolve. His path to trap her, an individual not stopping. Those in the heavens in danger, these people putting their hopes and dreams in her hands.

Everyone coming together, giving her a place to belong. The young woman lying down in the darkness, unable to move. Her vision on the many spirits around her, all staying with her.

"Why do you not leave me? It is my fault you are all like this..." Her sorrowful voice.

"Didn't we say to stop blaming yourself? You made mistakes, but look around you. It is through your efforts that you gave us meaning, you gave us a voice." Emily's serious vision on her.

"It is as she says. You heard us, and carried our burdens despite having your own." The Elven woman's hand to her chest.

"When the worlds abandoned us, you were there to give us a place to belong." Richter folding his arms.

"It was you who brought Lucia and I back together. You could have simply done your job and moved on, but you always went a step further." Raphael's faint smile.

"When we were at our lowest, you came. You gave us a home, and a new life." Serenity's soft grin.

"You hear all that? You were always there, so we as well will never abandon you. This was an effort through your own hands, so please, rise up." Martha pleading to her.

These souls around her, their messages resonating within her. An entity coming before them, giving meaning to their existence. All believing in her, wishing for her to return to them.

Their eyes on the devil, seeing the black orb floating above her. Its dark energy merging into her body, filling her with its force. Cyra shortly standing up, her eyes on her bony undead hands.

"Oh good, you're up." Emily sighing in relief.

"She is not there yet, but this is good." Rick folding his arms.

"Yes, but what do we do about Elrich Velzar? In her current state..." A male spirit's frustration.

"You will fight huh, despite your condition." The Seraph looking to the demon.

A heart rising once more, refusing to remain silent. Her shaky state, enduring the weight on her psyche. These precious souls with her, each helping her with her burden.

Her desire to give back to them, the young woman deciding on her way forward. Malice flowing from her, strengthening her body. Shortly raising her demon sword in her hand, Lævateinn's crying voice.

"No matter how small the chance is, I will not back down."

One not able to face reality as herself, these tormenting sentiments gripping at her. Her heavy heart, memories eternally plaguing her. Someone rising to her challenge, refusing to go down.

Her vision to her allies, nodding her confirmation. The demon soon turning from them, raising her sword. Cutting open a void, shortly heading within its vast stream.

Within the realm of the gods, many floating masses of land connecting through chains. Heaven's Gate wide open, monsters flooding in.

A greatly raging war, one leading them in its madness. From high in the sky, Levi the leviathan crashing through shadowy fiends. On the land, Fernandez directing his claw forward.

Angels, demons, vanir's, giants, and so many more charging forward. Chaos everywhere, sounding cries in the distance.

Towards the back, a palace stretching to the sky. A labyrinth below, statues in pieces everywhere, monsters fighting against the defense on each end.

The young woman not returning, many concerning with her. Those unable to search, this massive problem on their hands. Within the throne room, carpets in tatters, statues scattering on the floor.

The windows no more, the walls with great damage. Valor standing across the room, his eyes on Elrich Velzar. A human with enormous power, his increasing unrest. The deity dashing onward, ice trailing his movements.

Elrich expanding his arms, dark arrows raining down on his target. Slashing away at them, the god swiftly striking upward, creating a wall of ice.

Blocking many attacks, his stern vision on his enemy. That foe rushing forward, soon before Valor. His arm deeply burning in darkness, crashing it against the entity. The god enduring the great force, sliding back on his feet.

"I feel Cyra's power from him, why? What happened to her...?" Valor's unrest.

Losing contact with his companion, worrying about her condition. A powerful mage in front of him, a person possessing her power. Outside of Heaven's Gate, Cyra in her incomplete state.

Her vision on the massive damage, soon looking to Michael walking in. Those twin scars on his face, his armor of a dark dragon. The man's black hair, his eyes reflecting the land.

"Hmph, another one." His sharp tone.

"Of course he will not recognize me..."

Extending her demon sword, the weapon crying out. The Seraph standing out of sight, witnessing her next trial. A person unable to communicate, their link with others in pieces.

The mercenary's eyes on the sword, his slightly shaking vision. His racing mind, wondering on the young woman's condition. A devil never letting go of her blade, that precious thing to her.

"You! What happened to Cyra?!" Michael yelling.

"Michael..."