A demon never stopping, continuously pushing onward. A heart feverishly pursuing her path, refusing to remain quiet. Their reforming link, these friends racing after her.

Cyra bursting through the door of the palace, making her way up the stairs. Cutting her way forward, eventually finding herself in her daughter's room. Maria standing by her large bed, fearfully holding her hands to her chest.

"Don't you go near her!" Iris rushing in.

Immediately colliding their blades into the other, pushing against one another. An angel protecting the small one, taking up this responsibility on herself. Someone doing so for another, the Iconoclast like a sister to her.

The girl slowly moving around, quickly running to a corner. The two shortly breaking away, slowly circling the other. Cyra extending her hand, motioning for them to stop. A strange gesture to the person, her eyes on the demon sword.

"Wait...Cyra?" her shock.

"Mom...?" Maria's confusion, her hand to her chest.

"Yeah, that's her." Michael walking in.

"My guess is that it was Elrich Velzar." Zephyr bracing back against the door, folding his arms.

Iris facing them, steadily understanding the situation. Shortly turning her attention to the demon, a person prioritizing their daughter.

Someone breaking through her challenges, enduring the pain on herself. Withstanding the weight on her shoulders, an individual continuously pushing forward.

"I warned you to take some backup. That doesn't matter anymore I suppose, the mage is above in the throne room." Iris' hand on her waist.

"Yes, but can we win? I mean, look what he did to her..." Aurora's unrest.

"Mom will win! She always does in the end!" Maria's determination, running up to her mother.

"Maybe you're right, and I'm willing to bet on that chance." Levant's faint smile.

"Same here." Minerva's bright grin.

Maybe I have been too afraid to open up, to face reality as myself. Though, perhaps...

A heart flowing along an endless stream, others coming in, extending their warm hands to her. These precious people with her, their high faith in her.

Nodding her assurance to them, the entity heading onward, leaving Maria in their care. From above, Valor on his knee, his katana in the ground at his side. Catching his breath, this great foe before him.

"It was never enough, and my desire grew. Knowledge was how I escaped my torment, and it was what led me to her." His slight smile.

"And do you really think you can bind her...?" Valor's cold vision.

"I don't think, I know I can shackle her and lead a new tomorrow." His calm eyes on the god, folding his arms.

A deity clashing against his old friend, witnessing the depths of her despair. A life binding her in chains, the young woman's desire to be free. Running along her road, putting up a shield between herself and others.

Her kind heart still remaining, someone granting onto others infinite possibilities. Valor rising to his feet, an icy mist shrouding the area. Elrich's sharp eyes on the entity, motioning his arm forward.

Concentrating a massive dark energy, firing it forward. The door flying open, Cyra rushing in. Striking at the assault with her demon sword, splitting it in two. A heavy explosion ripping through, that entity enduring the great force, protecting her partner.

"I knew you would come, goddess." The mage gesturing his hand to her.

Hearing those words, the deity looking at her. Feeling her soul within the corpse, a person's strongly burning will. Turning to him, their eyes on one another.

Raising his hand to her, touching her face. The demon slightly looking to her right, soon facing away from him. The Seraph at her side, gripping her arms.

"Cyra...why have you not escaped that body yet?" Valor's confusion.

Her flowing sentiments, these powerfully gripping emotions. Understanding her pain, lowering his head. An individual trying hard, unable to bring peace to the torment deep within her.

Slightly looking onward, watching her move ahead a bit. The mage's serious eyes on her, feeling her increasing power.

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"You truly are a powerful being, but also foolish to come before me in that state. Now when I capture you, my research will be complete." Elrich’s hands behind his back.

"I won't let you get near her." Valor walking ahead.

The devil extending her arm, blocking her companion's way. His eyes to her, seeing her determination to go forward. A trial for her, the entity needing to face it on her own.

Someone running for years, concealing herself underneath another image. Her fear deep within, one from long ago in the darkness, slowly reaching for the surface. Standing on her side, directing her demon sword at her foe.

Elrich's quick movements, jumping out the window. Giving chase to him, the demon following him to her home far above the heavens.

Corpses lining the flowery field for miles, two facing the other from a distance. The Seraph's eyes on her surroundings, noting his plan.

"I have become a god, much like you. Now I will finish my research, and you'll be my queen." Expanding his arms.

"Cyra, remember. Your links will be your guide." The Seraph's soft voice.

Her mind on her guardian's words, a message sounding through the darkness. Many linking together through her, yet a barrier between them all. One in the shadows, her sad eyes.

Curling in the abyss, her vision to the surface. Her desire for the sky, yet her unrest to go out. Stepping forward a bit, watching the man expanding his arms.

Dark ripples forming around him, negative energy firing at her. Her moving feet, dashing around the many assaults. Leaping into the air, her sword of her shoulder. Colliding into him, crashing into him.

A strong black barrier enduring the hit, sending him back on his feet. The demon touching down on the land, great malice sinking into the earth. Its violently erupting energy, ripping away at her body, breaking it apart.

Her soul in the air, the mage rushing his hand forward. Surrounding her in dark chains, this great force closing in on her. Quickly evading them, diving into a nearby corpse.

The devil rising once again, the mage's slight smile. Cyra rushing forward, gripping Lævateinn. The demon sword crying out, harshly releasing negativity. Crashing her blade into the man, a strong barrier blasting her away.

Her body breaking apart, its pieces fading to the sky. Quickly relocating herself to a nearby corpse, merging with it. The mage expanding his arms, sinking malice into the land.

The demon racing along her dark road, diving deeper into the abyss. Her eyes on a soul at the depths, their sad vision on them. The spreading darkness, its violently exploding force.

One body after the next, the devil unable to connect the line. A mage stealing some of her power, unleashing it in a terrifying field. Destroying many corpses, eventually leaving her with one.

Cyra merging with it, shortly rising from the ground, the black orb reinforcing her body with malice. The demon's decaying flesh, her increasing unease. The Seraph biting her lower lip, trying to find any possibility out of their situation.

"I believe this is checkmate, the orb will not help you." Elrich bowing to her.

Shortly standing on his side, raising his offhand. A massive force surrounding her, tightly gripping her in its black chains. Its great force on her, an immense pain surging through her.

The demon's screaming soul, Elrich slowly extracting her from the corpse. Attempting to resist her enemy, that devil in the depths of the abyss. Holding her head, shutting her eyes, trying to block it all out.

"Cyra! Remember! You are never alone! So don't be afraid anymore!" Valor's sounding voice from afar.

"Just why? Why is it that you can reach others, but not yourself?! You don't have to take it on alone anymore! You know this!" Rose's loud tone.

"We were all just putting our burdens on you huh, and you never said anything. You just kept taking on more and more, but never told us just how much you suffer. Well, it is now our turn to give back!" Michael swinging out his arm.

"You see Cyra? This is through your efforts. I know we have been very selfish, but just once more, show us one more miracle!" Emily calling out to her.

One after the next, countless appearing around her in the abyss. The young woman slowly moving her hands from head, steadily opening her eyes. Her vision on these many people, their hands extending to her.

Loki the trickster god, Victor an angel. Raphael and Lucia, the two calling out to her. Richter and the Cerberus, their encouraging words to her. Hel, Envy, and Serene coming in, these three friends.

"When I said I'll save you a special place in hell, this must be it. You have done a lot for me, and now I am here to do the same." Envy folding his arms.

"Why Cyra? Why is it that you shut us all out? You might act the part on the front, but deep inside, you always had up a barrier. Just...let it down for a bit." Hel's slight smile.

"Like she said, if you just let us in, even just a bit. Then that is all we need." Serene's hands to her chest.

Lance, Anya, Esther, and Raiser. These four witnessing her efforts, someone coming in their time of need. Constantly keeping in her pain, the gravity of her despair to their attention.

Anya kneeling to the devil in the abyss, her warm smile to them. Holding their hands, gently raising the demon to their feet.

"I should have done more to see how much you were suffering. And while I cannot take back that mistake, I can certainly make amends by being here now." Raiser's fist to his chest.

"You fought so many enemies, constantly at a breaking point. Though, if you let us help you, then we will each carry a bit of your burden." Esther's soft smile to her.

"Please, let us help you now." Anya's concerning eyes.

"We will be your sword and shield, so whatever is tormenting you. We will get through it together." Lance folding his arms.

These many people around her, countless stretching far. Argent, Rita, Eres, an Elven from long ago. Aurora, Zeus, Zephyr, Rozalin, Ryan, Fenrir, Luna, Fernandez, Levi, and so many more from the living and the dead.

All hearing her screaming soul, everyone combining their powers. Trying to keep her with them, Elrich's stern expression.

A move outside of his calculations, innumerable coming to her aid. Two more arriving before her in the abyss, her father and mother.

"I really messed up back then Cyra, and I cannot begin to grasp how much sorrow you endured because of me. However, you did great. You overcame your challenges time and time and again, and formed a strong family." Alastor's faint smile to her.

Her steadily brightening way, the slowly clearing abyss. The young woman's eyes around her, seeing Kain, Rick, Martha, and Emily.

These precious people with her, each taking on some of her burdens. Shifting her vision to the rest, these many friends with her.

"It is time for you to awaken, Cyra. It will be rough, you will be afraid, but you are not alone. After all, you have all of them." Reynas' soft voice, holding her daughter's hands.