A heart following through on his path, his willingness to see it through to its end. His sounding soul, refusing to remain in silence. Negativity descending from above, the lion enduring the attack.

Ascending above, the king locking onto his opponent. Descending on the deity, crashing his claw into his enemy, sending them flying into the ground. Aaron slowly sitting up, holding the side of his head.

Alicia's eyes on Zephyr landing in front of her, this individual not stopping. The airship quickly approaching an island in the depths of the night, that dragon rising to his feet, his hateful eyes on his foe.

"You are the worst of the worst. This is not over, King of Beasts..."

A worsening situation, a great foe before them. The Iconoclast's uneasy vision, revealing herself from between dimensions. Extending her staff above, her brilliantly shining crimson staff.

Everyone's eyes to her, the airship fast approaching the land. The brightly shimmering weapon, the vessel crashing onto the outer surface of a volcano, an enormous explosion ripping through the area.

Zephyr eventually awakening in the remains of the airship, soon standing up. Alicia and Aaron unconscious next to the other, the lion walking up to them. Inspecting them, shortly sighing in relief.

Turning his attention to the peak, his awareness on Valos gathering power. Barely making it out of the accident, someone interfering. Giving another chance onto the few, believing in their possibility. A king clashing against his enemy, refusing to remain quiet.

Yearning to bring meaning to the demise of a precious person, that individual encouraging him. Feeling the harshly shaking island, the thickening malice around. That lion rushing onward, carrying the wishes of his companions.

Finding himself at the top, Valos standing there, assimilating darkness into his body. The dragon glaring at the King of Beasts, these two mighty beings against each other. Lava flowing high, towering above, the island struggling underneath this force.

"Detestable King of Beasts! Why can you not see, that a single sacrifice can save so many more?" crashing his claw into the land.

A heart flowing along an endless stream, opposing the reason of his enemy. Once happily living, a bright person in his life. Someone containing her sorrow, shining her light onto his path. Showing him more, a pure heart in an insane world. Zephyr's powerful resolve, his companion in his mind. Scraping his talon against the land, loudly roaring at his foe.

"Fool! Fine then, come to your demise..."

Running down his dark route, someone at the end of it. His awareness on his direction, racing towards his past. The massively expanding darkness, this energy shrouding the deity. Spikes shortly stretching from the malevolence, blood red eyes piercing through.

Acid dripping to the surroundings, a blazing black fire from the god's body. The island steadily falling apart, waves splashing high. That enemy much higher, an opponent evolving to crush his target.

"Come now King of Beasts. If you so wish to challenge a god, then you will fall back to the land where you belong!" smashing his tail against the earth.

Coming this far, standing against his foe. A miracle granting this chance, his goal in mind. That person revealing herself for a moment, giving him hope. His awareness on his path, running towards one from the past.

His vision on the countless materializing malefic spears, these weapons aiming at the king. Firing the attacks at him, his careful eyes on them. Those colliding assaults, an enormous explosion tearing through. Smoke filling the area, movements from within it.

That emerging lion, his barrier taking heavy damage, his ferocious eyes on his target. Rushing to the side, crashing his claw against the dragon's leg. Releasing powerful divine energy, forcing it against his enemy. A heart refusing to fail again, this moment with him.

Wishing to bring meaning to the demise of one, his igniting soul. That god enduring the attack, shortly striking the king with heavy malice. Zephyr sliding back on his feet, his stern vision on his foe. At that moment, in the ruin of the airship. Alicia and Aaron standing up, their eyes on the light and darkness battling from afar.

"We have to hurry..." Alicia running onward.

"Right!" Aaron racing behind her.

Pieces from the volcano falling apart, the heat rising into the air. The intensifying boiling lava, the harshly shaking island. Towering walls of fire rushing high, the lion standing in front of Valos, refusing to give in. Those branding years, experiences still with him. His purpose for coming so far, opposing the rationality of his opponent. This great pressure from his enemy, not backing down.

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"No matter how much you rise, I will always be higher. Take solace, that my victory will guide the world onward!" the deity smashing his claw into the land.

"Zephyr!" Alicia calling out.

A voice to him, that king looking back, witnessing his two friends coming in. These individuals shortly standing with him, their injuries on them. Once walking a lonely path, seeking after a deity from the past. His guiding hatred, carrying it for years. An enormous burden on his own, his great sorrow. These people with him, aiding him in his struggle.

"If you all wish to die with this abomination, then so be it. I have no right to deny you such." Valos shaking his head in pity.

"Zephyr..."

A pure light washing over the area, the lion's vision onward, seeing Rozalin taking form. The young woman looking at her old friend, her warm smile to him. That king stepping forward, his two companion's looking at her. A soul with another, watching from the shadows. Witnessing his path, seeing his pain. This moment before them, wanting to ease his troubles a bit.

"You have come this far...allow me to assist you, like you have done for me..." Her soft voice to him.

"What can a mere spirit do?" Valos smashing his tail against the earth.

A heart returning to the surface, yearning to assist one of importance. Remaining in silence for years, showing again for a few moments. Glancing back to the dragon, her serious eyes on him. Facing the mighty beast, her hands to her chest.

A piercing white light shining far, this force wrapping around him. Her spirit riding along the surrounding waves, circling the god. Black roses sprouting from the land, covering the entire field. Zephyr's vision above, seeing her on top the deity's head, her gentle grin to him.

"Wh—what did you do...?" Valos' unease.

"Valos, you only see your own vision. Yet, you cannot see how others can value one another...this will be your downfall." Rozalin frowning at him.

A dusk of black roses, her sentiments within. These flowers on their last night, a meaningful event to two. Wanting to relish in more days together, unable to do so. Internalizing the meaning, keeping it in her. Unleashing it in this moment, binding her target in an unbreakable force.

That king stepping forward, urging his friends to stay back. Those two watching him, seeing his glowing body. His direction to go forward, racing towards the end of his path. Raising his head, slightly parting his mouth.

Generating a divine sword, this weapon stretching long. His flowing energy, crushing his surroundings. Biting down on the hilt, spreading his stance. Locking onto his enemy, lunging forward.

The deity's unease, this powerful influence over him, his weakening strength. Piercing through the deity from every direction, shortly standing from a distance behind. Leaping high, his massively shining white sword.

Crashing it down at his opponent, splitting the area asunder, shredding the land. Enveloping the beast in pure light, putting an end to the conflict. Shortly descending, touching the earth. That lion's eyes on his companion, seeing her fade away, her worrying vision.

The king aware on his route, shifting his attention to the disaster all around him. The island breaking apart, massive waves of lava steadily closing in on the three. The unstable wind, parts rapidly flying everywhere.

"D—dammit...what now...?" Aaron's unease.

"I guess...this is to be expected." Alicia lowering her head.

An ending towards destruction, their awareness on it. That lion charging to his demise, his goal towards bringing meaning to the death of one. No matter, his heart yearning to save those with him. Stomping down on the ground, the loudly roaring king.

Everything going black around him, shortly finding himself in a void in his humanoid form. His shifting surroundings, a field of black roses to his attention. The night sky, that beautiful crimson moon shining down. His attention on a space ahead, soon seeing the Iconoclast materializing in front of him.

"Your choice has been made, I presume?" her hand on her waist.

"Yes, but I do have one request. If you will allow this selfish one." Folding his arms.

"And that is?" her hand to her chin.

Losing a precious individual, his heart consuming in rage. Seeking after a single target, feverishly doing so without end. Enduring many hardships, awakening to nightmares.

Yearning for the older times again, those days not of a possibility. Eventually succeeding, something more growing within him. That entity witnessing it, seeing those individuals come together against a common foe.

"My friends...Alicia and Aaron. Ensure they return home safely, and away from any punishment."

These precious friends to him, their small time together creating valuable memories. Wanting to protect them, their efforts towards aiding him. His time no more, knowing it for a while. Those two still having much more out there, that hope in them both. The Iconoclast thinking on his request, a simple parting wish.

"Very well, you will enter into a Demon Contract with me." Folding her arms.

"I accept." His fist over his chest.

A small condition for his request, his damning actions. Giving him a way out in her own way, wanting to do something a bit more. A realm of misery and war, sorrow constantly plaguing it. Those diving to the depths of despair, consuming in their anguish.

Yet, a faint bit of light lingering inside. That gleam leading him onward, the being seeing it. Invoking a dark pentagram, those ancient symbols on it. His agreement towards it, the steadily fading seal.

"Now, there is someone waiting for you." Faintly smiling at him, gripping her arms.

Hearing her words, his slightly shaking vision. Feeling the gentle breeze against him, his quickly beating heart. Facing behind, his eyes on Rozalin. That individual a few feet away, his slow steps to her. Her warm smile to him, that king embracing her, tightly holding her in his arms. Those years apart, hoping for another moment to come.

"Rozalin...I..." His painful voice.

"I know. Welcome home...Zephyr..." Wrapping her arms around him.

Carrying hatred for a long time, his tormenting agony. Nightmares constantly with him, his failure never leaving him. Losing everything, his goal to bring meaning to her demise. Wanting to share many words, unable to do so. His torturous years, this instance with him. The Iconoclast turning from them, her fading presence, allowing these two with each other.

Even through the deepest of darkness, you continue on, trying to bring meaning to the demise of your old friend. Even if the world shall damn you, it matters not. I know that feeling all too well. Zephyr...Rozalin...I welcome you both. Death is simply the beginning...

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