Lives in this vastness, endless possibilities out there. A demon stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Damning innumerable, shattering an eternal cycle. Pushing forward, not giving in. Enduring cruelty, withstanding her pain. That iguana in front of them, jumping up and down. Pointing to the counter, this adventure around him. Freely soaring in the wind, a life leading to many experiences. Following him to the front, stopping before the man. Putting aside his mission, his vision on the three.

"Something wrong?" that deity folding his arms.

"Looks like you came from afar. We are in a terrible state, a war from an Overlord. He had already taken over countless territories, and those he captures are enslaved to further his reign." This person slightly looking away.

Quietness from a city, these connecting pieces. A war amongst them, many likely fleeing, others off in the madness. A grand foe before them, those struggling against this insanity. Resisting their enemy, fighting for what is within. Proceeding in their direction, their slowly breaking will. The young woman's eyes to her old friend, that one scratching his cheek with his index finger. Glancing to her, this situation upon them.

"I—I am sure there will be a massive turn around, and reinforcements can quell this threat, right?" Valor's hopeful voice to the man.

"If only, right now we are recruiting all we can. Ya know, right now, I really hope a legend is real..." His eyes to the god.

"What legend?" the young woman's gaze to him.

"Many years ago, in another realm. An entity capable of bringing forth miracles. Someone taking the smallest of chance, and turning it into an actuality. Leaving behind a lasting message, that there is light in the deepest of darkness." Faintly smiling.

An entity from the deepest of blackness, constantly enduring sorrow. Withstanding her pain, rising to her challenges. Extending a hand to countless, bringing forward a miracle. Her lasting message, those guiding words to many. Believing in her, slowly understanding her reason. An inspiring individual, their hearts in this madness. That iguana looking to Cyra, shortly walking up to the god. Tugging on his pants, that deity kneeling to his friend. This one whispering into his ear, shortly agreeing. Rising up, moving to his wife. His low voice to her, this confusing the man.

"No." Firmness from her, folding her arms.

"Come on, you are the chosen one, they need you." His hands to his chest.

"And tell me, how many times do chosen ones die? This world is already crazy enough as it is, I want no part in this." Her humorless gaze.

"You will be fine, that is just a myth. I think. Anyway, it can be a grand adventure." Brightly smiling at her.

Her stance in this, not letting up. A problem not of her own, despising the battlefield. Her heart not for it, her companion understanding this. Lowering himself in disappointment, this grand adventure slipping away from him. Depressingly sighing, facing the man once more. His confusing expression, wondering on the situation. A demon choosing her way, not stepping back into this life. Secluding her presence, a need not arising for her reveal.

"Anyway, can you tell us a bit more?" that deity holding the back of his head.

"The Overlord is in Neriz Volcano. Many adventurers went to face him, and numerous had not returned. If this guild falls, then that is that, we lose." His grim expression.

A last line in their defense, everything riding on their success. A collapsing actuality, watching everything falling apart. Refusing to give in, fighting against their enemies. Pursuing their direction, holding onto the faintest of hope. A message from one of old, this guiding them through their darkest hour. A small girl running in, a blue dress on her. This young one grabbing his leg, her vision to him. Sadness from her, concerning with him. Kneeling to her, lifting her in his arms. Standing up, his eyes on the three.

"I'm Gallant by the way."

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"Valor, this is Cyra and Fernandez. Is she your daughter?" folding his arms.

"No, Anne was a child from a good friend of mine. Both of her parents died fighting the Overlord, when I learned of this, I immediately took her in." Sadness from the man.

Sentiments within him, boiling anger. Despising this Overlord, trying his best, yearning to bring meaning to the demise of her parents. His good friend, a bright individual. Strongly carrying on, never forgetting his faith. Clashing against countless, raising hell. A partner with him, two piercing the heart of the war. Bringing a sliver of hope, this going away with their deaths. That girl looking to him, her hands to her chest, displeasure from her.

"Don't go out there, or you'll die too..."

"I know, but your father and mother. They both gave everything to try and give you a world without this madness. I have to honor their efforts, and do my part." Faintly smiling at her.

Taking it upon himself, a way in salvaging the situation. Words from his friend, this echoing through him. This last hope, betting on it. Rising to this challenge, accepting the mission. Many suffering, that young woman observing this. Sounds from spirits, these surrounding her. Their voices to her, pleading with her. Glancing to them, trying to block them out. Not wanting this, her efforts in escaping this life. Her vision on two, a man and woman.

"You've come at last, please. If for anything, bring peace for Anne, she does not have anyone left." Sorrow from this father.

"We will do what we can, but we need a fighting edge." That mother's hand to her chest.

This desperate problem, one coming into this world. Identifying her, this shining hope in blackness. Standing along her path, these spirits around her. Not looking at them, moving onward. Her conflicting heart, understanding this pain. Her displeasure for the battlefield, this contract on her. Not taking up her arms, only doing so when it is necessary. Facing away from the rest, her hand to her chest. That deity glancing to her, her will in resisting this. Shortly looking to the man, gesturing his arm to the person.

"I am very skilled, so is my bud Fernandez. You can leave this Overlord to us two." Folding his arms.

Not involving his old friend, respecting her wish. Not wanting to leave this place in its state, this innocence in him. Doing his best, constantly providing a helping hand. A bright individual, this from his oldest days. Glancing behind, sadness from the devil. Her decision in mind, not easily bending. That man observing them, uncertainty from him. Recently meeting these two, requesting their status information. Both showing him, noting Valor's potential, scratching his head at Fernandez's luck stat. Shortly agreeing, seeing enough.

"Alright, but I am going as well. This is also my fight. Still, what about her?" looking to the young woman.

"I am not fighting." Her sharp tone.

"Cyra despises the battlefield, she spent many years trying to get away from it. Though, you can trust her. If it is necessary, she will temporarily take up her arms again, rest easy with this knowledge." That god holding the back of his head.

"I see, but how strong is she?" Gallant's hand to his chin.

"Stronger than me, that is for sure." Assuring him.

Experiences in the past, witnessing her progress. Surpassing her trials, shouting her soul. Sending the realms to the brink of ruin, clashing against the weapon of the gods. Sealing away for years, eventually returning. Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, her feverish resolve. A Countdown to Ruin, this reflecting the current world. Acknowledging this, trusting in his partner. An idea to the demon's mind, slyly smiling, her vision behind.

"Oh? So you do admit I am better, that nullifies your wins, so no clown celebration for you." Pleasantly holding her hand to her chest.

"My clown! You devil woman!" turning to her, his hands to his chest, tears to his eyes.

A pure individual, believing in his companion. This one guiding his path, her hand in those days. Standing underneath the tree, extending her arm to him. Her shining smile, this continuously leading him onward, reaching into the current day. Reclaiming her nature of old, tormenting him. A demon at heart, constantly planning an angle. Awaiting his slip up, a coming opportunity, acting on it. This to the man's attention, blankly looking at the two. That laughing girl, pointing at them. The iguana below, shrugging at the outcome.

"I suppose this is enough, we should get going soon." Gallant uneasily grinning.

"Do I at least get the bounce house?" the deity's disappointment.

"I will think about it, come on." That smiling young woman, heading onward.

Racing after her, a moment coming in his grasp, everything slipping away from him. Spirits around, grinning at this. Light in the deepest of darkness, hope in the demon. Believing in her possibility, one able in providing miracles. That iguana running after them, these blissful feelings. Some passing time, four finding themselves in a meadow region. A wide open field, flowers flowing along in the breeze, trees in the distance. Birds soaring high, smaller animals about.

"How was this world before the war?" Cyra looking to the man.

"It was a world filled with life. Adventurers aiming for the greatest achievement, to reach the heavens. Now, this is but a dream and no more. Before all this madness, we used to have four main nations, three fell to the Overlord." His vision slightly away.

"And now, the last line of defense is about to go down." Valor propping his arms behind his head, looking to the sky.

"Yeah, at first. I thought my friend's hope in a legend was merely foolish, but now I find myself believing in it. Funny what desperation can drive one towards." Sadness from him.