These simple feelings, two pursuing them. A parting long ago, words not meeting the other. Years in torment, those pleasant times from the past. Wanting them again, their path towards it. That demon no longer willing in remaining in silence, her sounding soul. Many great trials, continuously falling, rising stronger than before. This stage of hers, heat having no effect. That doppelgänger at her side, those souls with her, swirling around her. This fire surrounding her foe, his repairing injuries. That extending flame, harshly burning. Lava piercing high, this shaking land. Stomping down, crushing the area.

"I have come too far to let it all slip away." His furious tone.

Streaming waves, those endlessly flowing along. Two intersecting lives, both heading in the same direction. A chance of an encounter, rareness in it. This leading to more, her path to this point. Rushing onward, her double at her side. Their blades afar, locking onto their foe. Colliding into him, shockwaves rushing through. Rubble to the air, determination in his eyes. His extending fire, surrounding her in its might.

This crushing pressure, grabbing her, burning away at her clone. Lifting her above, her stern vision on him. Everyone stepping forward, unease from them. This concentrating force, that deity's sounding voice. Massively exploding, smoke filling the area. The swirling energy, their cautious eyes. Looking ahead, that devil standing from afar. Her massive shadowy claw, this force flowing into her. Her body slightly below, blood streaming down her, her steadily repairing injuries.

Cyra Von Erit

Stage 8: Pride

ATK: SSS+

DEF: SSS+

Speed: SSS+

Special: SSS+

Skill Power: SSS+

Luck: —

Execution Level Abilities Power: Enormous to Fatal

Passive: Berserker's Soul

—> When entering into the state of Pride, all stats tremendously increases. Cyra will attack without end. Nullifying all projectile abilities, and devours it. These can be used as her own power. Her wounds quickly recovers.

—> Her battle style completely changes, in this state she is mostly unarmed. Thus, she will make use of three things. Her claw, the blade in her gauntlet, and in her boots. Rarely ever will she use anything else. This removes the Passive 'Doppelgänger'.

"Why is it that you continuously evolve?" this frustrating the Overlord.

"It is because, I am the embodiment of corruption itself." Her solemn voice.

Her changing state, her double no longer there. This challenge before her, those witnessing her resolve. Trials in the past, her path towards her happiest days. Crushing countless, enduring sorrow. Her insecurities within, these guiding emotions. Many difficulties, her blackening spirit. Opposing the reason of others, her sounding soul. Refusing silence, standing against the gods. Becoming the greatest of all demons, surpassing her parents. Revealing the blades in her boots, rushing onward. Crashing her kicks into his fists, pushing him back. Swiftly striking with the weapon in her gauntlet, slicing his chest. Anger in him, slamming down. Her hasty movements, this breaking land.

Rubble falling into the lava, his eyes above. Her vision on him, coldness from her. Descending on him, slicing into his back with her boot. This sharp pain, blood spilling along the area. Landing below, continuing in her frenzy. Crashing her claw into him, rapidly spiraling through. Connecting her kicks into him, cutting into him. Backflipping, launching him high. Pursuing her target, this one opening his vision. His flaming fist, striking across her face. Sending her below, the young woman slamming into the earth. His unending fury, diving to the land. Plunging his fists below, this erupting area. Lava spewing high, a sun forming above.

"This is your end, Iconoclast." His cold voice.

"Cyra!" Valor calling out.

"Damn! Come on...!" unease from Gallant.

This troubling situation, the iguana covering his eyes. These spirits with her, urging her up. That small girl by her side again, grabbing her hand. This young one, someone never giving up. The intensifying fire, that radiating sun. The devil’s aching body, souls believing in her. Blackness around her, numerous surrounding her. Their hands towards her, this shining presence.

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Faintly smiling, running onward, reaching for the light at the end of this nightmare. Once again awakening, the demon’s quickly beating chest. Darkness releasing from her, turning into a pure light. The foe’s flowing energy crushing the area, hastily racing to her. Her overwhelming influence, drawing the enemy’s force into her body. Rising once more, that steadily fading attack, the trembling Overlord.

Cyra Von Erit

Stage 9: Iconoclast

ATK: EX

DEF: EX

Speed: EX

Special: EX

Skill Power: EX

Luck: —

Execution Level Abilities Power: Enormous to ∞

Passive: Bringer of Demise

—> When entering into the state of Iconoclast. All stats tremendously increases, and her rage counter quickly rises. This stage gives Cyra access to two states for Selfish Desires. One reveals a glimpse of the power, the other which is version I can only be triggered when she is in Death's Embrace. In stage 9, her power will continuously rise, holding the potential for higher evolution. This stage can act as the last in the Countdown to Ruin.

Selfish Desires Advanced Effect:

Paralyzes targets, making it unavoidable and unable to be blocked when connected.

"She just...nullified it." Gallant trembling at this.

"And now, we will see ruin." That cautious god.

Embracing the corruption deep inside of her, reaching a power of legend. Still growing even further, her soul on display. This flowing divine energy, her heart meeting this challenge. Everyone looking on, bearing witness to this event. Souls around her, standing with her in this battle. Doing their part, not bending to their enemy. This miracle before them, one from the deepest of abyss returning to the battlefield. Her rising fury, bursting through the area. Scaling the crumbling platforms, leaping high. Her immense speed, diving to her foe. Crashing down, spilling blood along the area. The Overlord ramming his fist against her claw, his powerful pressure.

"This is what you have been waiting for, now you will witness my fangs." Coldly glaring at him.

His shaking resolve, this one before him. Her rising power, meeting his own. His quickly beating chest, scowling at her. Pulling away from him, this enemy pursuing her. Both clashing throughout the area, their heavy collisions. Stirring the lava below, this force shooting high, steam rising from the land. That foe behind her, his arms above. Pounding down, the demon swiftly colliding her boot into his chest. Piercing him, this stunning strike. Stepping back, holding the wound. Frowning at her, fire repairing him. Her claw afar, locking onto her opponent. This crushing pressure, binding her enemy in place, her hatred at its peak.

"If you think this is hell—!"

Her sounding voice, fury in her tone. A life long ago, washing away in the harsh tides. Her efforts in going forward, standing against countless. Losing friends and family, eternally in limbo. These frustrating feelings, casting away into the depths of nothingness. Wings yearning for the endless sky, a heart in bondage. No longer willing to remain in silence, shouting her soul. Rising once more, those hearing her. Spirits standing with her, their stern eyes on the enemy. Charging at him, crashing her claw into him. Overwhelming her foe in a feverish frenzy, slicing away at him.

"—This is simply the beginning—!!" her powerful resolve.

Never relenting, forcing against her challenges. Constantly falling, rising even stronger. Her guiding hand over the years, these reaching others. Loneliness for a long time, despair eating away at her. Numerous coming, giving back a bit, pulling her from her despair. That deity's extending influence, his spreading icy mist. A forming pentagram, those two with him watching this. Valor transferring them in between dimensions, his heavily beating heart. His eyes on the battle, the young woman backflip kicking the Overlord, launching him high. Their body shutting down, her attacks paralyzing them. Ascending above, glaring down at him. Her high claw, releasing electrical energy. Diving to him, his widening gaze. Grabbing his skull, rushing to the earth. Slamming him below, releasing this force.

"—Feel my desires!!!" her echoing voice.

Years in torment, breaking free from her shackles. Diving into the abyss, pursuing her direction. Emerging stronger, her relentless determination. Feverishly pursuing her path, her soft heart. Answering the cries from those no more, countless seeing this. Ruin upon them, that energy crushing the area. Electricity racing along, extending far. Raging tornados, lava piercing above. Stretching over the land, rubble wildly flying in every direction. Leveling the area, the volcano no more.

Nothing for miles, her settling rage. Her vanishing claw, returning to the state of calm. Her attention around her, those spirits with her. Their smiling faces, her eyes below. That girl there, holding onto her hand. Their words to her, appreciating her efforts. This miracle before them, those shortly going their own way. Her hand to her chest, warmly grinning. A conflict at an end, those companions approaching her. That man's trembling gaze, looking at his surroundings. The devil moving up to the side of her partner, looping her arm around his own.

"As punishment for bringing me to this world, we are going to a Haunted House." Cyra happily pulling him along.

"Someone! Anyone! Call 9-1-1! I'm being kidnapped!" Valor fearfully trying to break away.

"Haha? I...I guess I will wait to clarify some things..." Gallant uneasily smiling, following along.

Feelings in this vastness, her choice to participate. Finding a reason to do so, a necessity to take up her arms again. Bringing forward a miracle, souls able to rest. Losing their lives, never giving in. Waiting for their chance, this coming moment. Pleading with her, her soft heart answering them. Walking alongside her in the darkness, shining a way towards tomorrow. Clashing against their foe, finally stopping this madness. That iguana racing after them, joyously barking.

I despise the battlefield, my many years in torment. Those spirits coming to me, all fighting alongside me. There is light in the deepest of darkness, this is something I will continue to believe. Our future, it was not achieved alone, but through the efforts of countless.

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Cyra—> Hope in the Deepest of Darkness

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