Those lasting words in the goddess' soul, a great mistake leading to the loss of a precious one. Her desperate action long ago, creating a way for a miracle. An old promise engraving into the spirit, these feelings coming to the surface.

Ava walking up the stairs, entering into the building. Her eyes on the many corpses on the ground, witnessing benches in pieces. A horrid stench in the place, the deity withstanding it. Her attention ahead, seeing a figure detailing a grand one.

Retracing her companion's steps, mimicking those movements. Finding herself behind the structure, pushing off a blockade, soon pressing the button on the figure. The shaking area, seeing a path opening below. The entity's mind on the girl's fear, shortly descending the stairs.

Stopping for a bit midway in, gazing up at the sinisterly smiling enemies. The goddess' enormous hatred, these ill emotion within her.

Every step you made, I can feel it, I can see it. Your fear, this is clear to me. I should have been there, I am sorry...

Arriving below, her eyes on the long direction. Statues along the corners, railings barring them in. The horrible stench in the area, some substance on the walls. Ava heading down the path, the girl's crushing fear, feeling their sentiments.

Unable to escape, the poison crushing their lungs. A bright individual in a miserable realm, one holding onto the smallest chance, believing in the person to her heart.

Those memories, these feelings, your movements. Fifty years you waited for me, patiently doing so...

Racing through the lonely abyss, a deity running towards one from the past. Evading the shadowy hands, her eyes on the light stretching from afar. An eternally haunting failure, her promise to that one long ago. Shortly stepping into the room at the end, her gaze on Dabria.

The unchanging girl, still sitting there after many years, bracing back against Desdemona's statue. Her short grey pants and sleeveless back shirt, this pure one there. The maiden approaching her partner, soon kneeling to her.

The Iconoclast looking from between dimensions, her vision shifting to Dabria, watching them walk ahead. The lavender one standing by her body, sadly gripping her arms.

"Dabria...it is okay. I came...I am here now. So, please wake up..." Ava's tender hand on the girl's cheek.

A person waiting for years, her companion finally there. A goddess preserving her state, leaving behind a promise. Two meeting long ago, an encounter shaping their way forward.

Those never dying sentiments, pleasant and horrific images branding within them. The deity's mind on her partner's last words, her tear drop granting onto the hazel one a blessing.

"I know it took me a long time to reach here, and that you are afraid, angry as well. Though, it is okay now. After all, you were the one that taught me to smile through my fear, my anger. If you can forgive me...then please, open your eyes..." The deity's soft voice, sadly looking to the girl.

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A goddess' purpose to come to Inai, an encounter filling her dark world with light. An innocent death tearing at her heart, creating another cycle. Their differing realities in a horrific town, two venturing through the endless dusk.

Dabria slowly leading her companion to her location, someone existing in two planes. The maiden's unrelenting resolve, feverishly pushing forward towards her goal. Her eternal resolution, a promise from both ends.

A troubling heart despairing the truth, eventually finding her way along her direction to a precious person. One placing her hope in Desdemona, their undying emotions for one another. Life and death, two sides of a whole.

Sentiments eternally reaching through time, this divinely reacting blessing. Dabria feeling those emotions, holding her hands to her chest. Her shining light, two forces merging together.

The shortly fading energy, tears from the girl, her quivering body. Slowly opening her eyes, two from long ago truly meeting again, their visions on one another.

"Des...de...mona. Ava...you came..."

"I did promise, did I not?" relief from the young woman, brightly smiling at her.

A long painful effort, an entity eventually making their way to their companion. Dabria moving forward, embracing her partner, quietly sobbing. Ava holding them, allowing the girl to let out her sorrow.

One still remaining in the dusk, everything steadily falling into place. Both soon standing up, the young woman checking the hazel one for problems, shortly confirming their health is well.

"You...really came, thank you..." Dabria moving aside her hair, looking down a bit.

"Of course. It might have taken me a long time to remember, but those feelings never left. While I was led here by Dale, this was a realm created by you. You waited a long time, guiding me here. I am glad...that I got to meet someone so great again." Ava's gentle voice, her hands behind her back.

Two before each other again, this miracle to them both. Their dark world filling with light, the two walking down their direction together. Ava extending her hand, the girl grasping her companion's own.

The young woman leading the pure one away, both heading down the long hallway. Shortly ascending the stairs together, pressing through the horrible scene. Soon stepping outside, their eyes on the principal at the bottom.

A shocking situation to them, their visions on Desdemona there. Dillon at her side, that pale boy the age of fourteen, rags and marks on his body.

"What? Why are there two of you?" Dabria alarmingly holding her hands to her chest.

"Dillon!" Ava calling out, stepping forward.

"Sis! You really did come...I knew you would..." The brightly smiling boy.

A cycle in its last phase, this moment to the deity. A young woman searching for her younger brother for a long time, these flowing sentiments within her. Drawing closer to her goal, enemies having a plan for her.

Two reflecting one, both in the same plane. Their black armor, the person's long blonde hair, their white eyes. Ava's uncertainty on the situation, shortly extending her sword, Dabria uneasily moving back a bit.

"Let's just say, the amount of despair you let off, and those souls. It was enough to draw out a parallel version of yourself, this should be enough to have you completely awaken. I wonder...how you will dance if Dabria there is to permanently die, or maybe Dillon here will do better." Dale's sharp gaze.

"Mark my words...if you harm either one of them...I will give you a fate far worse than death!" Ava furiously swinging out her arm.

"That's right, Desdemona! Unleash your hatred! Your despair!" expanding his arms to her.

"A—Ava...what do we do? Either scenario will be playing into his hands..." Dabria trembling.

"Stay within my range...I will work something out..." The maiden strictly looking at the man.