"Alright, my decision is to reclaim the castle, this should be enough for the people to come together. The dysfunction should be enough to shield us as well." The devil's vision to the princess.

Hearing those words, Anya's bright smile to the demon. A friend coming in their time of need, choosing a more difficult direction. An individual bringing forward another miracle, leading the charge back to their peace.

The Elven running up to the young woman, gratefully gripping their hands. Someone answering her wish, the Iconoclast continuously opposing her challenges, her harshly burning fire.

"Still a few lackey's remaining, eh?" a voice to the few.

Everyone turning to many imperials, their armor black as the night. A grim situation, those invading a kingdom, sending it into madness. A princess' efforts, someone reaching another in the heavens, betting everything on their answer. Anya stepping away, unease from her. More coming into view, the young woman walking ahead, her mind on the best route going forward.

"Valor, Fernandez. Protect Anya, I will rejoin at the castle. Try and avoid detection." Cyra gripping Lævateinn's hilt.

"Got it." Valor complying, his eyes to her.

A devil descending into the mortal world, blanketing it in the night. A mistake leading to valuable friends, her wish to defend them. A person not backing down, her great desire to see them flourish. Valor and Fernandez leading the princess away, the imperials slowly surrounding the demon.

Keeping her sharp eye on them, slightly adjusting her footing. Her hasty movements, spilling blood along the ground. Shortly standing still, her back facing her foes. Many falling, the remaining few looking at her in surprise.

"I have been their ally for a while now, you never should have invaded this kingdom." Glancing back, glaring at her enemies.

"What the hell...? To think Raiser had someone like her up his sleeve." An imperial's unease.

A heart descending to the earth, running after her friends. Not allowing them to suffer, choosing to extend a warm hand to them. Facing her targets, those in their cages witnessing the sight.

The devil's eyes on them, an idea coming to her mind. Shortly shifting her gaze to the imperials, watching them charge at her. Her moving feet, appearing in front of one. Slightly turning her body, evading the blade coming down at her.

Closing in on them, rendering her foot into the person, knocking the wind out of him. Crying souls in the kingdom, these many pleading for assistance. The devil hearing them, feeling their anguish. The young woman immediately grabbing the man, thrusting him into another.

Her vision on the falling enemies, taking hold of one of their sword's. Cyra lunging forward, piercing both with it. Slamming them into the land, their splashing blood. Great fear in the remaining ones, their eyes on her.

"Drawing my presence will be the last mistake you ever make." Calmly turning to her foes.

An entity despising the battlefield, this great madness drawing her attention. A person not allowing her friends to suffer, choosing to take up her arms. Running along her path, bringing others along with her. The imperials stepping away, their hasty hearts.

Watching her near them, those few immediately turning. That demon's hasty movements, slicing through one after the next. Their screams filling the area, blood coating the land. Cyra shortly in front of a cage, her vision on the captives.

"As it stands now, we are backed against the wall. However, if you take up your arms and fight, then I will lead you to reclaiming your home. All I ask, is to trust in me." Her hand to her chest.

A home in ruin, one coming in their time of need. Someone extending her warm hand, her resonating voice to them. The people looking at each other, considering her message. Lives in bondage, their peaceful existence going away in a flash.

Their shortly sounding voices, refusing to remain quiet. The demon soon freeing them, providing the most capable with armor and weapons from the dead imperials. These individuals shortly standing before her, their increasing will to oppose their enemies.

"Your numbers are small, but always remember this. There is light in the deepest of darkness. Allow these words to guide you, and lead your home to a brighter future." Her solemn tone to them.

A person treading through the harshest abyss, proceeding in a feverish frenzy. Years going by, enduring her anguish. A devil nearing her goal, keeping her vision on the light at the end of her path. Her moving feet, running towards it. Her encouraging words to them, those people agreeing, soon heading off together.

Cyra shortly turning, making her way to the northern most part of the place. The buildings falling apart, many dead civilians on the ground. Some more in cages, this grim situation. From the shadows, Valor, Fernandez, and Anya taking cover. The castle not far, their eyes on the heavy defense.

"Damn...how do we slip past them...?" Valor's unease.

"Good question..." Anya gripping her arms, slightly looking away.

A terrible situation to them, enemies preventing entry. Fernandez scratching the side of his head, the animal looking around. Buildings on each side, his mind on the chance on a way in from one of them. Cyra shortly making her way to her comrades, revealing herself out of the shadows. A person choosing her direction, keeping her eye on her goal.

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"Not to concern yourselves, there is another way inside." Cyra folding her arms.

The three turning to her, relief coming over them. Those trying to avoid detection, a massive threat on their hands. One leading the attack, his plan to gather more time. Setting chaos in the kingdom, agony everywhere. The young woman's experience from the past, her finding during the Eternal Night.

"We should be able to get to the garden. From there, we can take the path to the treasury." Cyra's hand to her chin.

"You know that path? Not even I know where it is..." Anya stepping back in surprise.

"While searching for Reviver, I came across it. That was where the weapon had been hidden during the Eternal Night." The demon's eyes to them.

Two halves after the same goal, their race towards finding the staff. The young woman's fortune, coming across a way into the castle. A heart clashing against her obstacles, surpassing her many challenges. The few heading on their way, eventually making their way through an underground path.

Shortly finding themselves in the garden, a place in ruin. The bushes needing care, the statues of the king and queen in ruin. The fountain in pieces, many cracks in the ground, an area void of imperial.

"As I suspected, their forces are focused elsewhere. The path should be this way." Cyra walking to her right.

"Pays to be married to a criminal." Valor shrugging, following behind her.

Cyra and Anya sighing, shaking their head in disbelief. Fernandez barking in agreement, an animal enjoying the benefits. These few with each other again, relishing in a simple moment. Terror all around them, a small moment of bliss with them.

The few making their way to a statue, half of it on the ground in pieces. Anya's surprise at it, her hand to her chest. Cyra revealing her blade, shattering the object, revealing the door once more.

"It looks like they destroyed half as a lesson, but never noticed the door here." Valor folding his arms.

The young woman kneeling to the door, gripping the handle. A strong lock on it, her increasing force, ripping it from the land. Shortly standing from the ground, tossing it aside.

Finding herself along this route again, her mind on the Eternal Night. A dark path below, the iguana smelling the area. Decay in this place, its powerful scent, the animal covering his nose in disgust.

"You must be smelling the scent left behind by Greed, this was where I killed them. Initially that is. Hades brought them back, so their final resting place is further below." Her hand on her waist.

"Just so ya know. She needs anger management...like a lot..." Valor glancing to Anya.

The young woman slightly looking to the deity, shaking her head from left to right. Two meeting long ago, their strong bond to one another. The god behind her, playfully poking her cheek, that sighing demon.

Anya giggling, covering her mouth. These few soon descending down the path, eventually seeing a light. Shortly arriving in a room of riches, mountains of gold and other valuables everywhere.

"Never thought I'd be back down here." Cyra folding her arms.

"I wish I could be more helpful, but I do not know these parts." Anya looking around.

A few aware on this area, the king trusting them with its knowledge. Souls in this place, the young woman hearing them. Few escaping Greed with their spirits intact, many dying in a hellish dusk.

Stepping forward, those souls before her. Shortly taking them into her body, freeing them from their prison. Her hand to her chest, calmly looking ahead to Reviver's location that night.

"Hades barrier was quite creative, but it did not extend underground. I would have gone straight for him after coming here, but one thing led to another." The young woman's soft voice.

"It was not all so bad right? It might have been a detour, but we all got to meet." Anya's hands behind her back, smiling at the demon.

"Yeah, I am glad it turned out the way it did." Slightly glancing back to the Elven, her faint grin.

"It was all a gamble though, I had to bet on what you'd do." Valor folding his arms, his eyes above.

"Heh. If I confronted Hades in my state back then, I likely would have lost. It was a bet that paid off." Her hand on her waist, looking to her side.

A strange person confronting her in the dusk, an action leading her away from Hades. The young woman's many challenges, someone rising to them, steadily returning to the surface. Later discovering his identity, her old friend's efforts to meet her again. These few shortly continuing onward, soon standing at the exit.

High above in Raiser's throne room, the statues of the gods lining the corners. A red carpet from the entrance to the seat, murals along the walls. Blood Bane's brown and white hair, his ferociously burning eyes, his armor reflecting a mighty lion. Esther at his side, the queen carrying the blood of the dragons inside of her. Her horns and wings no more, a person wearing an ancient garb.

The two looking at a general, someone in his late twenties, his violet eyes and snowy hair. Armor reflecting a black dragon, many imperials behind him. Raiser's mind on the situation, his men no more, his son desperately trying to rally others. Anya going missing, this unnerving situation to the man.

"Now then Blood Bane, relinquish your reign on Celeste. This is checkmate." The general's hands behind his back.

A great man long ago, age slowing him over the passing time. His heart wishing to resist, someone pushing his old bones. Esther frowning a bit, her own abilities losing its edge over time. From below, Cyra and the rest in the Ballroom.

Bodies everywhere on the ground, both allies and enemies. The group shortly standing before Lance, the prince reflecting his father, one carrying a similar style of the lion. A sigh leaving him in relief, some knights behind him.

"Not much support huh..." Valor folding his arms.

"Yeah, the east is no easy foe. We will need overwhelming numbers to rally an army against them." Lance looking away a bit.

"You can rest a bit more at ease. Around this time, those once captured should be rebelling." Cyra's hand on her waist.

An unsurprising development to Lance, his mind on the young woman during the Eternal Night. A person clashing against the horrors, her gentle hand in the madness. Someone bringing forward a miracle, giving them a way out of their situation.

Fernandez walking up to the balcony, the iguana looking over it. A violent uprising breaking out, imperials fighting against many people. Everyone soon standing behind the animal, witnessing the sight.

"We needed the right voice. I knew that if anyone could bring forward a miracle, it was Cyra." Anya looking to him, her hand to her chest, faintly smiling.

"You made the right call." Lance grinning at her.

A devil racing through the dusk, tackling her many challenges. An entity returning in a feverish frenzy, crushing countless in her way. A soft heart extending, wrapping others in her warmth.

One bringing back the daylight, connecting with a few. Knights feeling hope, raising their blades, their will to make a final push. Valor propping his arms behind his head, glancing to the demon.

"Let us go, the pieces are in place." Cyra turning, soon walking ahead.

"Time to send them packing." Anya joyously following behind.

"Heh, right." Lance agreeing, tagging along.

"This is the will to oppose." Valor going with them as well.

The iguana looking to the many rebelling, each reaching for their desire. None willing to remain silent, everyone pushing onward in the madness. Fernandez facing his comrades, soon following along. Making their way through the castle, defeating their enemies.

A group proceeding higher, coming closer to their destination. The throne room opening, everyone inside turning in the direction. Esther's slightly widening eyes, seeing Cyra, Valor, and Fernandez. Those three with Lance, Anya, and the knights.