Clawing despair, many searching for the faintest of chance. Turning to a legend, one from the deepest of abyss. Bringing forward miracles, shattering an endless cycle. Believing in their existence, hoping for their appearance. A way in combatting this threat, to reclaim their lives. Resisting their enemies, not quietly going. Hearing his words, that devil silently proceeding. Souls following her, putting their faith in her. These frustrating feelings, pushing them out of mind.

"Can you tell me a bit of your experience Cyra? I can gather you've been through a lot." Gallant looking to her.

"I fought, not because I wanted to, because I had to. Countless years of tragedies, that never ending chain. Innumerable sins I committed to achieve my desires. Still, the life I live now, it was not achieved alone." Sorrowfully resting her hand on her chest.

Appreciating the efforts of others, many diving into the abyss. Walking alongside her, guiding her out. Their hands to her, pulling her from her despair. Joining her in a grand war, numerous feverishly connecting their hearts. Opposing their enemies, returning kindness from another. Their determination in going forward, not allowing anyone in dictating their lives. A strongly shining will, leading innumerable underneath her gaze. An enemy to countless, her sounding soul. Her old friend not giving up on her, linking a line.

Defeat coming to him, his success in severing those chains. This blowing breeze, understanding each other. That man wondering on her, the true extent of her power. Witnessing the bond from two, this demon tormenting her husband. Stringing him along, continuously one step above him. Cherishing the other, two meeting long ago. Unlikeliness in this, an encounter shaping their way, creating this actuality. Those companions eventually finding themselves at the Neriz Volcano, sundown on them, this dark field. Lava flowing below, smoke rising above. This heat in the area, its stifling pressure.

"I know this is a volcano, but it feels hotter than it should be." That deity wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"It is the Overlord's influence. He saps the energy from all those who enters this place, by the time they reach him, it is easy for him to dispose of them." Gallant folding his arms.

"Clever, using a volcano as the source." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

This stinging heat, her extending influence, limiting its effect on her. Experiences from the past, clashing against Surtr. A powerful god, narrowly making it out. Her companion arriving, both combatting him. This influence around her, a reminder from that day. Her attention onward, witnessing enemies moving in. Many forms from those beasts, horns on some, wings on others. Wideness in muscles, their black skins. An unsettling situation, thinking on a solution. Her eyes to the iguana, that one looking at her. Shortly shifting his gaze to those foes, connecting these dots.

Quickly returning his attention to her, hastily refusing. Reaching for the animal, grabbing him, locking onto her position. Covering his eyes, groaning at this. Hurling him forward, that deity alarmingly racing after the animal. Hitting the land in front of them, pushing up to his feet. These surrounding monsters, uneasily smiling at them. That man stepping forward, her arm blocking his direction. This confusing situation, her eyes on the field. Gazing ahead, watching Valor nearing his friend.

"What are you planning?" Gallant stepping back a bit.

"Just watch." Certainty from her.

Crumbling debris, this shaking place. A shocking development, the area breaking apart. Fiends falling below, sinking into the depths of the lava. That deity standing there, his attention around him. His eyes to Fernandez, the animal racing to him. Leaping onto massive platforms, his friend falling below. Diving to him, that god catching him in his arms. Analyzing his surroundings, connecting his path. Jumping from one part to the next, shortly ascending to the top. Safely landing, sighing in relief, his hastily beating chest.

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"Just as I suspected." Cyra walking ahead.

"Huh?" that man following behind.

This realm having its own law, reflecting an individual into stats. This playing out in actuality, affecting their lives. A fortunate animal, surviving the most ridiculous situations. Her companion, an unfortunate person. Herself not falling in line, opposing the reason of others. Commanding her own life, crushing down fate. Knowledge to her attention, shortly standing before the two. Her partner's humorless gaze on her, that iguana barking at her in disbelief.

"This world reflects ourselves into stats. In short, Valor, your terrible fortune created the chaos that happened. Fernandez's luck canceled it, thus you were able to escape a rather unsettling situation." Folding her arms.

"Mind not using us as test subjects?!" dismay from him.

"My apologies, but I had to know. Either way, I would have stepped in if I was wrong." Holding down her hands.

"I married a psychopath." His twitching eye.

Not denying his words, her questionable methods. Gathering information, putting two in a dangerous situation. A ferocious individual, the greatest of all demons. A reputation serving her well, relentlessness of her. Breaking down this world, analyzing it by the piece. Making sense of it, their qualities each serving something more. That man scratching the back of his head, feeling some pity for the deity.

"Anyway, how come you don't have a luck stat? That is unfair, pretty much like that other world when you came maxed out." Gesturing his hand to her, his humorless gaze.

"I am not someone bound by fate, lucky me." Teasing her partner, walking past him.

"She is one hell of a woman..." Following her in disbelief, grumbling to himself.

"Heh, even as grim as this world is, there is hope. Ronald, I am seeing this more now." Gallant faintly smiling, trailing after the two.

Flowing streams, those endlessly flowing along. Spirits witnessing this, seeing it through. A legend to numerous, a message throughout time. Firmness from her, not stepping onto the battlefield. A heart loathing this, yet taking up her arms at times. Bringing forth miracles, connecting the bonds of countless. Companions making their way forward, shortly finding themselves on a rocky path. Their eyes on a Demon Lord, thick horns on him. His large figure, wings afar, his dark armor. His vision on the god, this one stepping forward. Using his coat, tying the iguana to his back, that animal barking in uncertainty.

"I know bud, but this is our best chance." Uneasily sighing.

This darkening day, night setting in. That bleeding moon shining down its light, those within its presence. A difference in its influence, that enemy noting this. Shifting his gaze, locking onto the young woman. Sharply glaring at him, these unsettling feelings from him. Scowling at this one, that man looking to her. Observing her, her attention a bit away. Hearing the voices from the dead, many pleading with her. Yearning for salvation, needing an edge in this madness.

"I am the Bringer of Demise, not salvation." Glaring at Anne's father.

Her extending influence, trying to contain her blackness. This increasing pressure, those noting it. Their beating chests, looking at her. Leading her life, stepping away from this insanity. Entering into this world, those once again pulling her into this tragedy. That god's attention on his foe, importance in quickly ending this. Slowly raising the hilt of his katana with his thumb, carefully proceeding. Two locking visions, bursting through. An icy mist stretching around him, crashing against the weapon of the foe. Solidifying his surroundings, both pushing against one another.

"I understand, and I would like to apologize for this. Learning about you, your message even reaching us here. Hearing about your miracles, it gave us hope..." His vision below.

"I hate the battlefield. I grew up as a demon, that meant continuously fighting, my existence constant tragedy for around three thousand years. And now that I escaped that life, you want me to go back in?" holding her arms, lowering her head.

"I wouldn't ask this if there was another choice, in the least, please consider it." His eyes away from her.

Sounds from weapons, this heat and cold. Two clashing in this area, their swift strikes. Her vision on the battle, watching her partner stepping to his side. His katana trailing along the length of his enemy's weapon, shortly adjusting his stance. Pressing in, two not giving in. Each having a reason to proceed, believing in their path. A realm in a state of insanity, spirits finding this sliver of hope. Needing her return to the battlefield, her reluctance in doing so. Pure white wings behind her, her attention to this being. Their meeting eyes, this guardian to her.

"If you are hiding behind this contract, then you have already figured out you can also freely break it. One who opposes reason." That Seraph folding her arms.

"I made that contract as an incentive to commit to my new life." That devil looking above.

"I know, and you are doing great. However, do you not think a need arises, if it can bring you allies to maintain your current life? Just a bit now and then does not hurt." Faintly smiling back at her.