Knocking off another piece, closing in the board. A king unit slowly losing their allies, his direction to ending the original Iconoclast.
An entity wrapping numerous in her web, filling them with hope. A bond linking them together, steadily taking it apart.
Targeting those friends, gathering the main ones together. Setting his gaze on his target, that young woman underneath the slowly setting sun.
The coldly blowing wind, the flowing blades of grass. Standing in a ruin, words from old on the walls. Her long white coat, her dark top and shorts.
Her long blonde hair, tying at the end with a red ribbon. Her crimson eyes, a curse constantly reflecting from it.
Deciphering messages from the past, gaining some valuable information. Wanting to develop her medicinal abilities, learning from history. Making adjustments to it, aiding many.
Her passion in this field, gaining the necessary approval. Conducting her own research, passing along her findings to a small group.
"I believe I have an idea." Pressing the pen-cap to her chin.
Learning over time, the colors of those in the worlds. Many desperate to get their hands on her research, her refusal to share.
Not trusting them, witnessing the darkest depths of people. Trusting only few, working together towards a better morrow, shining hope onto the hopeless.
Approaching movements from behind, a man in a black coat, his white top and grey pants. Glancing behind, the person motioning his notes to her.
"You know, it is all good to be passionate about your work. Though, it also doesn't hurt to make more time for family." His faint smile.
"You misunderstand. My family has already decided, they will wait for me to land. It has been an agreement by all of us a long time ago." Facing him, her hand on her waist.
"Is that so? Still, it must be rough on em ya know." Propping his arms behind his head.
"I know, so I land a bit more often now." Looking a bit away.
Choosing her way in life, everyone supporting her in it. Their agreement, wanting her to be free. Continuously soaring, descending at times.
Spending her moments with them, embracing her life. Seeking this simplicity, not wishing for restraints. Thinking about them, reflecting on her path now and then.
Her colleagues learning more about her, someone constantly moving. Her attention ahead, seeing a familiar few running to her. This alarming the man, watching them confront her.
"Cyra, we have a massive problem." Atlalune's unease, gripping her upper arm.
"And that is?" folding her arms.
"There is someone after you, and they have been killing others to get to you..." Ava frustratingly looking away.
"Wait...don't tell me. Elina...Sol...Dabria...?" biting her lower lip.
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"Yes, my brother, Sera and Selica as well. Just why the hell did this happen to them?!" the goddess angrily turning away.
Each making their own lives, stepping away from the madness. Commanding their way, an enemy coming in, targeting the original.
Claiming pieces, directing the survivors. A chilling situation, this grim occurrence. The devil gripping Reviver, her large crimson staff.
Blades along it, raising it above. Sensing a great disturbance, the range of the calamity. Shortly lowering her weapon, her awareness on her path.
"What...what happened...?" Isa stepping back a bit.
"I apologize, as it stands now, I cannot bring them back." Her vision slightly away.
"Why not...? This never stopped you before, what is the problem?" the ex-mercenary's sinking heart.
"For one, we have to remove this threat. Then I will be able to set everything right." Facing away from them.
"Then for now, we should head to your home, my guess your family is next." Ava folding her arms, sadly looking below.
Deciding on her direction, the scale of this chaos. An enemy slaying countless, his influence preventing her from using her weapon.
Threats constantly coming, each aiming for her. These frustrating sentiments, a feat above her normal capabilities. Meeting this challenge, taking her leave of the area.
Returning home, that large mansion, a flowery field surrounding it. A fountain at the center, those few standing there. That demon's trembling gaze, her son, her daughter, Fernandez.
Their lives no more, slowly stepping forward. Her shifting vision, seeing Valor on his knee. That large man with short white hair and velvet eyes, his black armor.
Descending negativity, his attack surrounding the once supreme deity. Her displaying emotions, bursting through.
Taking in the full weight of the assault, this violently exploding area. The clearing smoke, that young woman residing in front of her enemy, blood streaming down her body.
"Arrived a bit sooner than I expected." Folding his arms.
"I've heard enough. If your target is me, then why aim for everyone else?" her sharp eyes.
"The best way to take out a king piece, is to eliminate those under them." Standing on his side.
"And by doing this, do you believe it will shatter my resolve?" her boiling rage.
"Are you saying their lives are not important to you?" swinging out his arm.
"You can try and break us, you can try and take us out. However, the bond we share is much stronger than you may believe." Facing her side.
A heavy blow to her heart, one aiming for those pieces under her. Not bending to her enemy, her rising determination.
Malice secreting from her, her burning sentiments. Meeting this enemy underneath the setting sun, their clashing will.
A strange individual, losing much, yet still going forward. One able to bring forward miracles, steadily seeing the entity from old. One bringing demise in the wake of her despair, crushing the All-Father.
"Heh...take some time to lick your wounds, you've earned this much at least. Then meet me at your home beyond the heavens. That is where you will pay for the countless sins you committed." Turning from her.
"Do you honestly think we will let you walk away?" Isa furiously moving onward.
"You will be in pieces before the end of this day." Ava angrily walking ahead.
"Sol...she did not deserve that. You come here with your talk of divinity, when you are no better than our worst enemies." That ex-mercenary scowling at him, treading forward.
Their hearts together, a common enemy before them. That once supreme deity rising to his feet, his crimson hair and blue eyes, wearing armor reflecting his beliefs.
Gazing at his wife, someone not backing down. Taking in her pain, keeping her eye on the conflict. His foggy mind, losing his son, his step-daughter, his animal companion.
This immense weight on his shoulders, watching her. Feeling her despair, pressing on in her sorrow. Extending her hand, stopping her friends. Their confusing visions to her, wondering on the reason.
"That is what he wants, we need a bit of time to clear our heads and go in with a proper plan." Slightly looking away.
"Good call, Iconoclast. We will meet again soon enough." Glancing back to them.
These frustrating feelings, having to remain still. Watching their enemy walking into a void, the shortly closing path.
This heavy situation, the sun going down. That bleeding moon shining down its light, this loss before them. Yet hope still existing, that devil opposing this reason.
Rising to her challenge, enduring her pain. Her brewing sentiments, a deep pulse within. Her flowing malice, feeling the coldly blowing breeze against her.
I am afraid, reversing this damage would be near impossible normally. The longer I live, the more enemies present themselves. That is why, this time...I will eternally brand my soul...