Targeting another, one more in the link. Connections with the Iconoclast, a demon above all else. Her image engraving into countless, her passionate sentiments reaching them.
Defying order, pursuing her own freedom. Staying above others, her sounding soul. Paving the way towards tomorrow, this entity targeting these bonds.
Steadily crushing each part, locking onto his next target. The following day, the shining sun. Two out in a grassy field, taking in the refreshing breeze.
A young woman walking onward, her long snowy hair, her red vision. A white top on her, her short dark jeans.
Carrying her partner on her back, this noble woman. Her flowing crimson hair, those eyes of the sun, wearing a high fashion dark dress. Wrapping her arms around Atlalune, enjoying the ride.
Two living their lives with one another, their passion out in the field. Researching the past, embracing in the bliss of one another.
"You pulled something like this back then." Smiling back at Sol.
"Hehe. Well, I am to have the best care after all." Proudly declaring.
"I'm pretty sure it does not involve me being a taxi." The ex-mercenary's humorless gaze on her companion.
These simple sentiments, leading them onward in its vast streams. Flowing along in its endlessness, not allowing anyone to quell them.
An ex-mercenary, someone working on the side for a kingdom. Once a traitor, her previous commander setting up her downfall.
Staying beneath the radar for years, seeking after the god responsible for the princess' demise. Eventually coming across a pure one, this individual bringing joy back into her life.
"Hey-hey, let's not get any ideas now..." Sol's hands to her chest, pouting at her.
Venturing far, discovering mysteries from the past. Enjoying the presence of the other, passing away the days.
Hearts freely embracing, taking in the flowing breeze. A powerful bond, this growing stronger over time, sharing their lives in unity.
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That ex-mercenary shaking her head in disbelief, shifting her vision ahead. Ruins in sight, pointing ahead.
Her partner looking, excitement from her. Two shortly arriving, the deteriorating area. Some crumbling parts, many existing paths.
"This will be another for the history books." That noble-woman writing down notes, walking from one end to the next.
"What is the story behind this one anyway?" Atlalune propping her arms behind her head.
"This was part of a civilization, but as you can see. Most had been wiped out, nowhere to be seen. It is said, when the Iconoclast damned the worlds. This once great place, even with its technological advancement, could not withstand her wrath." Sadness from Sol.
"I bet many died, not even knowing how or why..." The knight sorrowfully looking away.
"Correct, have you begun to see now?" an echoing voice.
An alarming situation, their eyes around them. Wondering on the person, not seeing anyone. A concentrating force, Atlalune closely moving to her partner. Keeping her near, glaring around her.
This malicious energy in the area, dark pentagrams surrounding them. A man with short white hair stepping out of the shadows, his large figure, his black armor. Gazing at the two, folding his arms.
"Her selfishness, her pursuit for freedom. It took away all of these lives." His sharp eyes.
"Yes, but in the process, she also gave onto everyone infinite possibilities. That too cannot be ignored." Sol's hand to her chest.
"Much like the rest, I just do not get it. Why you all defend her..." Slightly looking away in disgust.
"To look at only the negatives would be a disservice. There is much she has done to push things forward." The ex-mercenary's hand on her waist.
"No matter what positives she brought, it will never erase her sins. Thus, order will prevail. That is true freedom." Standing on his side, his eyes on the two.
Lessons over the passing time, an entity committing innumerable wrongs. Her actions damning countless, choosing to become the true enemy.
Many following her guidance, seeking after what is within. Infinite possibilities in their hands, yearning to live their best life. A man witnessing the dread, deciding his path.
Not allowing anyone to trample on his belief, proceeding down his direction. Those ahead taking caution, feeling his increasing force.
An enormous dark pentagram forming in front of him, blackness sinking into it. Negativity surrounding the noble-woman.
Altalune shockingly turning, those emerging dark spikes. Impaling into her partner, her widening eyes, her shaking vision.
Screaming out to her, watching the fading attack. Rushing to her companion, catching them in her arms. Life no longer in the noble-woman, falling to her knees.
"It has been long overdue for you lot to pay the price. Meet up with the Iconoclast, we will continue from there." Facing away from her.
Everything instantly slipping away from her, that terrible night to the ex-mercenary. Failing to save a precious person, her companion's life going away in a flash.
The knight's heavy heart, her furious vision on the man, tears in her eyes. Demanding to know the reason, her sounding voice. Glancing back to her, not saying a word.
Watching him walking into a void, heading to his next target. The closing rift, Atlalune lowering her head, tightly holding that one to heart.