Countless souls in this space, all standing at her side. These connecting hearts, one carrying their hopes and dreams. Her enemy's calm vision on her, his increasing pressure. A dark void surrounding him, its spilling energy.

This crushing force, concentrating it along a line. Aiming his offhand forward, firing its wave. Argent and Rita standing in the way, taking on its full strength. Shielding the young woman, their spirits white particles floating in the dusk.

"What...? Why would they...?" Aswald's confusion.

"These are the hearts of those you damned, souls that will continue to believe even after their deaths." The Iconoclast's sad vision.

Walking along her path, determination from those in the night. Believing in the demon, putting their faith in her. Her opponent shaking away her words, unleashing another black wave.

Its wide length, Levant, Minerva, Asha and Reagan protecting her. Souls grateful to her, hearts connecting along a line.

Eradicating these few, white particles floating in the air. Aswald stepping back, his slightly trembling gaze.

The Iconoclast's hasty movement, striking him with the blade in her gauntlet. His stern expression, unleashing his negativity. Blasting her away, the devil sliding back on her feet.

"Each and every instance, those hardships they have faced. It was through their own efforts, that they built a life with their own two hands." Her hand to her chest.

"Then why would they waste what little they have to defend the one responsible for their demise?" shaking his head from left to right.

"I thought long and hard about why so many thinks I can bring forward miracles. And that is because, they see there is light in the deepest of darkness. As such, they will continue to resist until the very end." Her sharp vision.

An entity long ago once walking alone, living with her low trust in others. Someone giving hope onto others, guiding them along a road of light. An individual hearing them, giving them a voice.

A person witnessing their struggles, choosing to extend a warm hand to many. Aswald's increasing pressure, shrouding the area in thick blackness.

Raising his hand above, a pentagram rapidly spiraling in the air. Unleashing its force on the Iconoclast, his fury at her. Victor stepping in the way, glancing back to the devil.

His faint smile to her, drawing in the full force into himself. His fading state, white particles vastly spreading. Carrying the feelings of the angel, forcing forward. Crashing her claw into her foe, hitting him back.

"Light in the deepest of darkness, such a thing does not exist. How can they believe in that, and choose to give up their existence?" his eyes to his hand.

"It is because, they know what they will leave behind will have meaning. That things can become better." Her soft tone.

"Better? Look around you! There is nothing but endless conflict! Even you, the enemy of everyone! Even you sent the worlds to ruin multiple times and still you are bound by your fate!" swinging out his arm, his anger to her.

His mind on the many years, helplessly proceeding along. Keeping firm on his direction, his goal to silence the Iconoclast. To bring order to the worlds, someone choosing to sully his hands to do so.

Raising his blade, sweeping it across the land. Forcing onward an enormous black pulse, ripping away at the area. Aurora, Zeus, Zephyr, Rozalin, Envy and Hel. These friends standing in the way, blocking out its power.

"Cyra, keep pushing towards your goal. Even if we are all destroyed, ensure there is one to remain that will act as proof of our efforts." Envy's calm voice.

"Envy..." Lowering her head.

His echoing words within her, these precious companions. All putting themselves on the line, choosing to believe in her possibility. Her eyes shortly to the many spreading white particles, feeling their energies everywhere.

Aswald witnessing this development, unable to understand their path. Shaking his head in pity, raining down an enormous ray. Serenity, Serene, Michael, Luna, Raiser, Esther, Lance and Anya.

"I had a lot of fun Cyra, and I would like to spend more time with you. Though, I will gladly protect you like you have done for us." Anya's stern expression.

"This is one hell of a way to repay my debt, but I don't mind. What you did for my sister, Luna and I. A thousand deaths will never be enough to make it even. Thanks for everything, and make sure this bastard goes down at least." Michael's slight smile.

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"You saved my kingdom twice, and it is now flourishing even long after we left our world. I would like for it to see many more successful days. My family and I are eternally in your debt, Iconoclast." Raiser pushing forward.

A king leading the way, cutting through a path. The young woman seeing it, running through its point. Rushing onward, slicing into her target with the blades in her shoes.

Immediately rendering her palm into her opponent's chest, this great force pushing him back on his feet. White lights spreading in the darkness, illuminating it in a bright energy.

"Even if the chance is minuscule at best, we will hold on tight and make it into a reality." Her hand on her waist.

"Then I will keep tearing away at them until there are none left." Shaking his head in disbelief.

These connecting hearts, each linking to one. All desiring to see their path through to its end, putting their hopes and dreams in the young woman's hands.

Protecting her from her foe, refusing to remain silent. The Seraph watching them, seeing one after the next running towards their end.

Cyra’s many precious friends, even her daughter and son. Fernandez blocking a devastating wave, an animal appreciating her.

Levi doing the same, a creature keeping the pleasant past firmly to their heart. Valor stepping forward, his wife barring his path with her arm.

"No Valor, you will be the one to remain if I fail. You will be the one to pass on the tales of our efforts, to be the proof of our lives." Cyra's gentle vision to him.

"I thought you might say that...how cruel, but if that is your wish...then I will grant it." Lowering his head.

"Thank you..."

An irreplaceable companion, two meeting long ago underneath a tree. A person constantly granting her wish, taking on the heaviest burden.

Someone remaining, enduring the grieving years. His aching heart, watching his wife clash against her opponent.

Crushing her foe, sending them flying across the field. Aswald gaining his balance, harshly unleashing a massive negative wave. Isa, Elina, Atlalune, Sol, Ava, Dabria and so many more. Their fading presence, light particles floating everywhere.

Acting on her opportunity, closing in on her target, crashing her arm into his weapon. Hitting it afar, revealing the blade in her gauntlet, forcing ahead. Piercing his armor, his trembling gaze. His vision on her, her soft eyes.

Sweeping below, knocking him off balance. Unveiling the blades in her shoes, slicing forward. Spinning through, cutting into him, shortly backflip kicking him into the air.

Ascending to him, her blood red eyes, screaming out. Releasing malice, her shadowy form, her unending frenzy. Shredding him with her claw, slashing him with the blades in her gauntlet and boots.

Instantly moving over him, hitting him below. Diving to her target, striking through, that one crashing into the building.

Her flowing divinity, blanketing the area in a gentle light. Pure extending chains, wrapping him in its might, holding him above the ground. Cyra landing below, soon facing him from a distance.

"If you think this can stop me, then you are sorely mistaken! Iconoclast!" his great fury.

A man's black heart, enduring his torment for years. Keeping his mind on his goal, working to isolate her from everyone. Countless protecting the Iconoclast, putting their faith in her hands.

Unable to accept her reality, forcing against her existence. The heavily shaking area, negativity harshly releasing from Aswald. His immense pressure crushing down on her, the young woman withstanding it.

"I guess I am the last one. Make sure whatever you do, you make it count. Show us your soul once more, Cyra." Rose's faint smile, glancing back to the demon.

"Rose, I promise, I will not let your efforts go in vein." The devil sadly looking to her.

"Good, that's all I can ask for. You made me very proud, Cyra." Rose's attention ahead.

Her other half, a Dark Seraph guiding the young woman. A person never leaving her in the shadows despite their quarrels in the past, two connecting like sisters.

These many hearts, each floating in the endless space. Their enemy firing a gigantic dark wave, ripping away at the field.

Rose expanding her black wings, drawing in the massive attack. Her fading presence, dark light spreading in the area.

These reacting energies, shattering the thick blackness. Two underneath the bleeding light, Aswald looking at the Iconoclast, those pure chains holding him in place.

"There is no one left, and now you will join them." His calm tone.

White lights in the dusk, these many precious ones to her heart. Remembering their efforts, everyone giving her this opportunity. Pure energy leaving her body, blanketing the area in her warmth.

Her slowly fading presence, her decision to go forward. Valor's sad gaze, his deep frustration. The immensely shaking place, darkness widely concentrating.

"You chose to give into your fate huh." His light expression on her.

"What I have chosen, is another path." Her calm voice, her hand to her chest.

"Another path you say?" his strict vision.

"The future belongs to those of tomorrow, I have done enough." Closing her eyes.

Experiences from her past, surpassing her enemies. Refusing to relent, fighting against her destiny. An entity born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse of an existence.

A halfbreed from a deity and demon, two from different worlds. Their meeting setting another direction, creating new possibilities. A devil growing up, enduring numerous hardships.

Her countless years in pain, those occurrences paving her way. Someone shining light in the darkness, bringing forward miracles. Eventually crafting her own life, leaving behind many lessons.

"And is that not accepting your fate?" his confusion.

"No, it is surpassing it. This is very well my end, but also a new beginning." Faintly smiling.

"A new beginning? You are still bound by your fate as an abomination, nothing changed!" his harsh voice.

"Is that so, then why is it that so many protected me?" opening her vision, sharply looking into his eyes.

Innumerable defending her, choosing their ends. Her desire to grant them their wish, those many walking alongside her in the blackness.

Her stretching energy, reforming them, steadily returning their lives. Those numerous watching her, seeing her run down her path. Aswald's deep frustration, unleashing his assault, directly colliding it into her.

The demon enduring the massive dark wave, moving forward one step at a time. His deadly force ripping away at her, blood red darkness spilling from her body.

"They knew that at least, there is always a slim light of hope. That even if they are gone, at least their efforts will not be in vein, that there will be one to pass on their stories." Her strict voice.