A heart in these tides, pushing against this force. Sinking into the abyss, reaching for the surface. Extending hands, gripping her own. Her vision to them, many spirits there. Not allowing her to fall, lifting her in her darkest hour. A contract upon her, enforcing this on herself. Pointlessness in it, an excuse to maintain her life. Hopeful eyes to her, her vision below. This battle in front of her, that god striking through. Sharply glaring at his enemy, crashing his sword into their back. This icy mist around them, freezing his opponent solid. Turning away, that iguana tapping the crystal. This object tipping over, hitting the land. Rolling to the edge, descending into the lava below. Shockingly covering his mouth, shortly looking away, innocently whistling.
"Well, I suppose that is one way to win." Gallant blankly scratching the back of his head.
This increasing heat, a foe in awareness on them. Sapping away at their energy, withstanding it. One once living on the battlefield, constantly fighting everyday. Pursuing her deepest desire, many more inside. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Creating infinite possibilities, eternally branding as the enemy. Not caring for this, finally grasping what is within. These spirits around her, patiently waiting for her. That deity returning to the two, his eyes on her.
"Who were you talking to?" that man folding his arms.
"Cyra can communicate with the dead, she is rather sensitive to them." Valor slightly looking away.
An entity existing between the living and the dead, never truly living nor dying. Seeking her own path, commanding the board. Forcing against the reason of others, shouting her soul. Her powerful resolve, reaching countless. A soft heart, preferring simpleness. Not saying anything, that young woman moving ahead. That man's eyes on her, understanding more. Spirits wishing for aid, her reluctance in stepping onto the battlefield.
Following after her, this situation to Gallant's attention. His eyes below, understanding the weight on her shoulders. Ascending up the terrible volcano, coming upon a narrow area. A Great Demon blocking their way, his red eyes, his large body. Thick armor on him, his demonic sword afar. This presence to his awareness, his gaze to the young woman. Pointing at her, his choice on the matter.
"The woman fights, she is the one I wish to crush." His serious tone.
"Then I hate to disappoint, but you will get nowhere near her." That deity stepping forward.
Enduring this, coming to this world. A new adventure, those taking a vacation. A wrong turn in this madness, finding themselves in another war. Taking it upon himself, respecting the wish of his partner. Not allowing anyone to drag her back into it, pushing his limits. Two before one another, this heavy influence crushing down on him. Both slightly moving, sharply watching the other. Bursting through, their clashing weapons. Frustration from this Great Demon, pulling back. His descending sword, this nearing attack.
That god leaping away, this weapon hitting below. Shattering the surroundings, rubble in the air. Landing from afar, sweeping his blade off the earth. Ice shards flying at his target, leaping above, riding one to his enemy. Approaching this foe, that one ramming onward. Breaking the attacks, grabbing the god, slamming him into the ground. The iguana tapping the land, crushing underneath this force. Pushing against this one, rendering his knee into their stomach. This enemy moving back, striking down. Hastily rolling out of the way, that blade passing in front the animal's face, this creature sighing in relief.
"Why bother wasting my time? It is needless risk on your part." Turning to the deity.
"I have my reason." That god rising to his feet.
His efforts to her, one always doing his best. Putting himself in harms way, respecting her wish. Appreciating him, giving her the life she wants. An innocent person, this from their oldest days. Trusting him, continuously enduring hardships. Her selfish requests, never denying her them. Two ferociously clashing, her old friend in this tide. Riding along in its harshness, forcing onward. Tilting his sword, sliding along the length of his opponent's own, moving around their defense. Their instantly locking swords, an icy mist against the harsh heat. Souls in this area, those surrounding the devil. Glancing behind, a small child playfully hitting her ribbon. Sadly looking at this one, a pure spirit.
"There will be many more like her if this continues. All we need is a chance, we will all stand with you." Anne's mother sadly placing her hand on her chest.
Many fighting against this, countless losing their lives. Believing in their direction, hoping for a miracle. This chance before them, pleading with her. Facing the child, kneeling to the small one. Extending her hand, that girl brightly holding her hand. Gallant witnessing this, wondering on the occurrence. Her head below, this will inside of her. That Seraph standing behind her, accepting any direction. This intensifying battle, that demon's attention onward. Her old friend withstanding a powerful attack, sliding back on his feet.
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Scowling at his foe, this increasing energy around him. His nearing opponent, locking onto his opportunity. Dashing forward, swiftly piercing through. Plunging his katana into the earth, kneeling below. This reacting icy force, surrounding his target in its embrace. Unease in the Great Demon, his body shutting down. Solidifying in ice, an enormous glacier rising from the depths, stretching far into the sky. This shocking Gallant, moving back a bit. An ending to this conflict, that god standing from below. Calmly sheathing his katana, this shattering ice. An enemy lifelessly on the floor, his cold vision behind.
"And now one left to go." Shifting his eyes above.
"Just who are these adventurers...?" Gallant looking at the god.
Flowing sentiments, hope at the end of this nightmare. Individuals coming to him, his uncertainty at first. Traveling with them, their current display. His vision to the sky, his friend's belief. This shining ray within him, a coming moment. That intensifying heat, this not stopping their direction. From above, a deep hole below. Lava at its pits, the Overlord sitting on his throne. His dark scaly armor, those red eyes to him. Sharply looking ahead, these people in his domain. Coming far, their energy still high.
"Normally others will be on their last legs at this point. Though, more importantly, I sense the Iconoclast here. How interesting." Faintly smiling.
Countless falling to him, nearing his goal. One more nation to conquer, this last resistance. An interesting development, the enemy to all in this place. Not expecting it, this challenge to him. Importance in surpassing her, possibilities in his mind. Worlds in the palm of his hands, wanting to reach new heights. Standing from his seat, his eyes ahead. Those four entering the area, their visions on him. Unease from Gallant, a demon killing innumerable. This chance before him, making it in good condition.
"Iconoclast, the one who damned the worlds, your influence even reaching this one. Welcome." Gesturing his hand to her.
Learning of her, the greatest of all demons. Bringing demise to the gods, feverishly pursuing her direction. A message throughout time, yearning in crushing it. Developing himself, trampling on his challenges. This instance before him, that devil showing herself. Shocking knowledge to the man, his eyes to her. Remaining in silence, witnessing their progress. Her serious gaze on her enemy, that god stepping forward. Directing his sword at his opponent, scanning this one.
Overlord
ATK: SSS+
DEF: SSS+
Speed: SSS+
Special: SSS+
Skill Power: SSS+
Luck: Fortunate
Execution Level Abilities Power: Enormous
Passive: Overload
—> Allows his stats to rise to EX in battle. He is also immune to all weakening effects, and gains access to his Execution Level Ability, World's End. Inflicts heavy damage, and has higher endurance.
"Come Iconoclast, show me the power that damned everyone with one wave, one attack." Eagerness from him.
"I guess you didn't get the memo, she really doesn't fight anymore. You will have to settle for me." That god motioning his hand to himself.
"Is that so? What a shame. Well then, I guess I will have to force her onto the battlefield." His fist afar.
Two meeting in this field, the intensifying heat. That increasing pressure, a powerful demon in this realm. Rising up, conquering three nations. One remaining, a grander goal in his mind. Desiring to surpass the young woman, a new range of possibilities to his gaze. An obstacle before him, that deity's rising stats. Ascending to triple S plus, both rushing at the other. His katana swiftly crashing against the fist of this foe, their immense strength against him. An icy mist flowing around, this heat stifling it.
"In this place, your abilities are weakened. Though, once being the supreme god, I am sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve." That Overlord's sharp voice.
"Who knows, maybe I do, maybe I don't." Valor breaking away.
Racing along this field, their clashing swords. That iguana opening a bag of chips, munching on it. Enjoying the ride, giving aid in the smallest ways. This approaching enemy, his fist above. Descending it below, that deity leaping away. Narrowly avoiding it, this immense force shattering the surroundings. Not letting up, this pursuing foe. Slipping around the Overlord, flipping over him. Striking down, his connecting fist, crashing it into the god's stomach. Flying afar, quickly touching the ground, sliding on his knee. Scowling at his opponent, shortly standing from the land.
"What will you do?" that Overlord raising his hand to the air.
Flames raging around him, swirling far above. This increasing heat, unease from the god. Gallant's frustratingly shaking fists, stepping forward. That young woman blocking his way, his eyes on her. Wondering on the reason, his gaze to the battle. Fire piercing high, that deity's icy mist. Its increasing force, grabbing the iguana. This animal looking to him, shortly to the foe. Paleness from him, his play in making. Dashing onward, leaping around the attacks. A Phoenix diving from above, this instance on him. Hurling the animal at it, this screaming one. Colliding into it, those dispersing flames.
Falling from above, locking onto his target. Crashing into the fist of this demon, spiraling afar. That god grabbing his bud, throwing him once again. Diving in, nearing their opponent. Connecting into him, releasing this mist. That concentrating force, slowing the movements from the Overlord, solidifying the field in ice. This slowly overtaking him, not allowing for it. Pushing his palms into the land, fire ascending from the depths, steam flowing above. Blasting away these two, both skidding back on the earth.
"Clever." Glaring at the two.