"A last ditch effort I see." The general's hands behind his back.
A kingdom losing hope, steadily giving into their enemies. One coming in, setting their fire anew. Cyra extending her offhand, commanding the knights to spread out. Those people gathering attention, drawing their foes away. The maiden's calm vision on the general, two meeting in this hellish field. Raiser and Esther looking at the other, slowly making their way around the situation.
"Lance, Anya. Ensure Raiser and Esther are well." The demon instructing.
"Right." Lance and Anya agreeing.
The two making their way over to the king and queen, leaving the situation in the hands of another. Cyra walking ahead, shortly standing in front of the general. Valor striking through some imperials, Fernandez breathing harsh fire on another set. Screams filling the room, unease from the general. These meeting hearts, refusing to quietly surrender.
"How did you get in...?" his stern voice.
"There is more than one way into the castle. It was a good move to invade a weakened kingdom, but it was foolish to not have enough knowledge." Her hand on her waist.
"Cyra...be careful. I may not be in the best condition. However, I should have been more than capable to take on him and his army. Even in our weakened state..." Raiser warning her.
An old king's great power, someone able to tackle many challenges. A foe pushing him back, creating madness everywhere. Those words to the Iconoclast's attention, her sharp vision on the man ahead. Another great opponent coming to the surface, quickly taking over the kingdom. A heart in the endless stream, someone cautiously proceeding.
"Hm hm, indeed." The general standing on his side.
The general taking out a black orb, holding it forward with his offhand. Thick malice circulating from it, constantly flowing power into him. An intense pressure crushing down on the area, this great weight on them. Valor stepping forward, recognizing the artifact. Seven main treasures in the worlds, yet others existing out there. Fernandez walking ahead, the iguana angrily growling at him.
"Did Elrich Velzar give you that artifact?" Cyra's serious tone.
"If you mean that strange mage? Yes, and he has helped us secure this kingdom for our lord." The general's sharp vision.
A mage buying time, sending a kingdom into a chaotic state. An individual preparing for another, getting together the necessary pieces. The young woman's eyes on the circling malice, feeling the air becoming harder to breathe. Reviver and Lævateinn crying out, darkness and light clashing against the orb's power.
"Cyra, no matter what we did, we could not land a single attack against him." Esther warning, her hand to her chest.
An artifact protecting its wielder, suppressing others on the field, a great item in the general's hands. Darkness brightly burning from him, the object amplifying his strength. Cyra extending Lævateinn afar, malice circling around the sword. Extending out of the abyss, a weapon in its second form. A scythe and blade, black scales coating its back, its steel bleeding crimson.
"What is that weapon...?" Lance's trembling eyes.
"The Demon Sword Lævateinn, a weapon capable of evolution." The devil's calm voice.
An entity descending to the land, aiding those to her heart. Taking up another challenge, a person refusing to back down. The general sweeping his blade off the ground, negative energy ripping through the room.
The young woman remaining there, her sharp vision on the approaching attack. Everyone else scattering, shortly seeing the demon slicing through the attack. Their foe appearing in front of the devil, his blade nearing her chest.
Adjusting her stance, tilting the force upward. Her target's hasty movements, moving in from the side. His fist rushing in, colliding into her wrist. A powerful shockwave shattering the surroundings, these two holding their stance. Cyra shortly breaking away, clashing against him throughout the room.
Noting the darkness protecting him, her sharp vision. Pressing down on the land, leaping above. The demon raising Reviver, unleashing devastating lightning on her enemy. Electricity rapidly striking down, malice shielding her foe from the attack. The Iconoclast soon landing from afar, witnessing the dispersing energy.
"To...to think there is someone who can keep up with her..." Anya shockingly covering her mouth.
"Dammit...after all this work too...come on..." Lance's unease.
An enemy meeting another on a similar plane, forcing against her attacks. An unsettling situation, those within a raging stream. Esther's hands to her chest, praying for the Iconoclast's victory.
Valor carefully looking at the battle, his hand to his chin, an artifact providing a great benefit to a human. All the while, Fernandez stopping by a rope in the room. The animal curiously pulling it, the knot unwinding. Shortly trailing it, the creature seeing a massive object above the general.
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"You can resist all you want, but it matters not." His calm tone.
An artifact providing great defense, amplifying the power of those wielding it. Cyra carefully analyzing her target, soon shifting her eyes to the falling object above. Everyone to it, witnessing the structure crashing down on the general.
The devil's sharp gaze, catching a vulnerable moment. Darkness wildly burning from the man, disintegrating the thing on him. The person rising to his feet, turning to the iguana. Fernandez immediately sitting down like a dog, barking at him.
"Must have been due to this place running down." The general facing the Iconoclast again.
"Nice one buddy, it looks like you helped Cyra out a lot." Valor folding his arms, faintly smiling.
A heart linking to others, binding them in a web. These individuals returning, providing aid to her. The young woman's moving feet, closing in on her target. Striking with Lævateinn, crushing her enemy with intense malice.
Darkness blocking out its force, her eye on her opportunity. Quickly dashing behind her foe, the demon sword maintaining its hold. Immediately taking out her black revolver, rapidly firing negative energy, a powerful explosion tearing through the area.
"Gyah...!"
The general moving a few steps forward, smoke flowing from his back. Shortly facing the young woman, his uneasy vision on her. Someone rising to her challenge, breaking through his defense. Her sharp vision on him, an entity continuously growing. Carefully looking at her enemy, seeing the darkness repairing him.
"It looks like she found a way through!" Anya jumping in excitement.
"Good!" Lance folding his hand into a fist, a smile on his face.
"I knew she would figure something out!" Esther's bright grin.
Raiser's eyes on the demon, an individual reminding him of his younger days. A person pushing onward, breaking through their many obstacles. Valor's vision on his companion, someone venturing with her throughout the years. Witnessing her potential, seeing her overcome countless challenges. Fernandez shortly walking over to the rest, his gaze to the battlefield.
"It has been a while since I called on this weapon. When that object fell on you, I realized a quick succession of attacks is to be in place to breakthrough your defense." Her calm voice.
A person linking others together, flying in a blissful stream. These individuals coming to her aid, giving back a bit. The general shifting his attention to the iguana, an animal creating a moment, providing an edge to another. Fernandez holding up his middle finger at the man, the creature greatly frustrating them. Lance kneeling to the iguana, patting him on the back.
"Nice one bud." Lance smiling at him.
Fernandez proudly barking, wagging his tail in joy. An entity reaching many in the past, these souls walking alongside her, helping her. Everyone soon feeling the orb's concentration, a great weight intensifying by the moment.
Cyra holding back Reviver, generating intense electrical energy. Shortly launching the devastating force, its power tearing through the room. Immediately moving along the waves, closing in on her target.
The general striking at the attack, darkness tearing away at the assault. Cyra leaping, soon emerging out of the energy, her sword over her shoulder. Her vision turning gold, meeting with her foe's own. Crashing her weapon into him, dispersing the power.
Crushing him underneath its might, a great explosion shaking the area. The young woman standing in front of him, her target on his knee, his shield not regenerating. That demon aiming her revolver at him, her calm crimson eyes on her enemy.
"What...are you...?" scowling at her.
"A demon that owes them much, you never should have invaded Celeste." Her mild tone.
A person racing through the dusk, facing her many challenges. Eventually coming across a few, their light leading her along her road. These valuable friends to her, not allowing them to fall victim to another. Cyra shortly taking the orb from the man, his increasing unease.
Looking into her eyes, her finger pulling the trigger. Unleashing the negative wave, blasting him with her rage. His shortly falling body, the man lifelessly on the ground. The loudly cheering knights, a battle now at its end.
In a distant realm, Elrich Velzar in his tower. A man proceeding along his route, buying time to complete his goal. Standing before a pod, data floating in the air. The person making some inputs, verifying the stability of the homunculus. Shortly smiling, his eyes ahead. Walking forward a bit, placing his hand on the object ahead. His eyes on his creation, a man almost at his goal
"Goddess, come, I await you hm hm. Everything is finally in place..."
An individual's hard efforts, committing many atrocities. Drawing closer to his goal, finally getting it to its completion. His eyes on one far in the sky, yearning to bring her down to the land. At the moment, in Raiser's castle. Everyone standing before the young woman, Esther hugging the devil. Shortly moving to arms length, both smiling at the other.
"Thank you so much." The Queen stepping back.
"You all did the same for me, coming to my aid when so many attacked me after the Eternal Night. Do not worry, we are always on call to help." Cyra assuring her.
"Anya, it was you who contacted her, huh." Raiser folding his arms, looking to the Elven.
Everyone looking to Anya, someone believing in the demon. A friend in the dusk carrying a great weight, giving back the daylight to them. Growing closer to the demon over the passing time, betting everything on one in the heavens. Cyra's hand to her chest, the young woman forming a stronger bond with these people.
"I know we shouldn't rely on her. Though, I just did not know who else to turn to..." Anya holding her arms, slightly looking away.
"Anya, it is fine, we're all friends. If you didn't contact us, we would have been devastated if something happened to you all." Valor assuring her.
These close friends to Raiser, Esther, Anya and Lance. Their presence far from their own, yet these few connecting on a common line. A mistake in the night, an encounter leading to an eternal bond. The demon valuing their friendship, not allowing them to wash away in the terrible waves. The Elven soon holding onto Cyra's arm, their joyous voice to them.
It matters not how far apart we are, or our standing. Those of this kingdom are like family to me, and as such I will protect them. After all, they too showed me that I am never alone. Now, it is time for me to do my part, and put an end to Elrich Velzar, then go onto live my life in this world...
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