Pushing up to their knee, thinking on another solution. Options running out, his stats rising to EX. This foe meeting him in kind, his hands close together. Generating a ball of fire, leaping far into the air. Expanding it, glaring at those two below. That young woman witnessing this, her rising emotions. These souls around her, seeing her extending her sword.
Gallant's eyes to her, his trembling gaze. Her life to this point, not allowing anyone to trample on it. This approaching attack, that god standing before it. Quickly moving, the devil appearing in front of her partner. Her gold armor, that noble velvet cape stretching down from the lower half of her back. This surprising turn, her serious gaze. Spirits around her, lending her their aid. That colliding attack, dispersing into particles.
"What did you do...?" that Overlord's slightly shaking vision.
"It is not what I did, it is from the efforts from all those you killed. Maybe alone they are insignificant, but together they are a force to be feared." Standing on her side, her eyes to him.
Once again taking to the battlefield, these spirits with her. Resisting this foe, providing aid to her. Opposing their enemy, that opponent seeing them. Unable in understanding this, his building anger. Descending to the land, standing from afar. Cautiously looking at her, his beating chest. Not expecting her interference, this shifting field. This shining light with her, one walking down the deepest of abyss. Leading souls away from this madness, their efforts in going forward. That god's vision to her, one always enduring. Taking up her arms again, not wishing to do so.
"I will fight alongside you, so leave the heavy lifting to me." Valor's gentle tone.
"No, you rest. Sometimes, I have to stop running." Faintly smiling back at him.
This one before him, her soft heart. These souls reaching out to her, believing in her. Waiting for a miracle, this chance to them. Pulling their weight, aiding her through her struggles. His eyes to Fernandez, both nodding at the other. Stepping away from the field, leaving this to the young woman. An entity returning to the battlefield, her high sentiments. That Seraph behind her, wrapping her in her wings. These shortly fading presence, leaving this to the devil.
Cyra is willing to take to the battlefield. The Countdown to Ruin has now been unlocked.
Cyra Von Erit
Stage 3: Agitation
ATK: D
DEF: D
Speed: D
Special: D
Skill Power: D
Luck: —
Execution Level Abilities Power: Will Not Use Under Any Circumstances.
"Come then Iconoclast, this is your end." Cracking his knuckles.
Once again in this life, answering the cries from those no more. These feelings, simply desiring peace. Understanding their sentiments, yearning for what is within. Not stopping, continuously resisting. Her guiding message, putting their faith in her. Not remaining in silence any longer, her sounding soul. Two glaring at the other, their positions in mind. This foe bursting through, his immense speed. Hardening her stance, blocking his heavy fist. Holding her ground, adjusting herself. Swiftly uppercutting him, damaging her surroundings. That enduring one, crashing his skull into her. This staggering pressure, sliding back on her feet. Annoyance building, not wishing to go any further. Refusing to relent, releasing more from inside.
Cyra Von Erit
Stage 4: Annoyance
ATK: C
DEF: C
Speed: C
Special: C
Skill Power: C
Luck: —
Execution Level Abilities Power: Will Not Use Under Any Circumstances.
Devil Fusion:
Cyra has several Devil Fusions, where she can merge with certain sins, Wrath, Lust, and Glutonny.
Blackness surrounding her, this latching onto her. Nine dark wings emerging from her back, her skin plating in steel. Shadowy claws from her, her blood red eyes. That enemy moving back, scowling at her. This shocking development, Gallant stepping forward, watching her clashing against her foe. Leaping above, locking onto her opponent. Diving at him, her extending malice. Devouring these surrounding flames, lessening the heat. Colliding into him, violently breaking apart the area, the foe pushing his fist against her claw.
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"Your need for power, Glutonny." His solemn voice.
Her first trial, clashing against this beast. Defeating it, making it part of her power. Needing more, her insatiable drive, yearning for her happiest days. Her path towards the Bringer of Demise, crushing down countless. That foe slipping around her, pressing his palms into her back. A sigil on her, this violently exploding. Smoke filling the area, flying out of it. Crashing below, darkness leaving her. Returning to normal, this manifesting blackness. A shadowy double, that rising entity.
Cyra Von Erit
Stage 5: Anger
ATK: B+
DEF: B+
Speed: B+
Special: B+
Skill Power: B+
Luck: —
Execution Level Abilities Power: Will Not Use Under Any Circumstances.
Passive: Doppelgänger
The Sin of Envy creates a shadowy double of her.
"Just what is she...?" Gallant's hand to his chin.
"Someone without limit." Valor folding his arms.
Binding in shackles, her heart wishing for freedom. Watching others, unable in spreading her wings. These frustrating sentiments, yearning for the endless sky. Those tormenting feelings, fury within. Her hasty chest, this great foe before her. His increasing pressure, this intensifying heat. Blackness releasing from her, limiting his effects. Both charging at him, that iguana looking through a bag. Shortly finding popcorn, happiness from him. Returning to the scene, munching on some, Cyra crashing her demon sword against the enemy.
A scythe and blade, black scales along it. Pushing him back, his boiling hatred. Grabbing the double, tossing them above. Closing in on the young woman, tightly gripping her. Ascending above, the descending clone. His eyes on it, narrowly avoiding them. Directing at the ground, aiming himself to the earth. The demon’s quickly beating heart, analyzing the situation. That foe rapidly spinning below, crashing her into it. Struggling there, spirits coming to her. Blasting away the man, that enemy sliding back on his feet.
"What nuisances."
This double next to her, enragement at her foe. Going far, setting aside this life. Never ending conflict, those dragging her back into it. Souls standing beside her, their hands to her direction. Aiding her to her feet, Gallant closely looking. Seeing those spirits, his friend amongst them. Fighting in this madness, determining their path. Blackness releasing from her, rising to her challenge. Voices from them, urging her onward. Doing their part, paving their own way.
Cyra Von Erit
Stage 6: Enragement
ATK: AA
DEF: AA
Speed: AA
Special: AA
Skill Power: AA
Luck: —
Execution Level Abilities Power: Enormous
Passive: Dominator's Resolve
—> Allows Cyra to use Soul Crush. This enables Execution Abilities from others to join in. While normally these must be used alone, many can now be used as a team. However, Cyra must trigger it. Her stats also tremendously rises.
"Ronald, heh...you always were stubborn." Gallant faintly smiling.
His friend, this one never stopping. Brightly smiling in the past, believing in the smallest possibilities. His hope towards an entity, holding onto this belief. Her presence before him, answering his wish. Taking to the battlefield, carrying the hopes and dreams of countless. Her nature of old slowly returning, this steadily proceeding countdown. Hearts in this insanity, each connecting to her. Shining her way forward, allowing for her path. Their last chance, standing against this enemy.
"Come now Iconoclast, you are deliberately holding back." That Overlord's sharp tone.
"I despise the battlefield, thus this is the Countdown to Ruin. Will you continue to persist, or will you stop?" her serious voice.
"I have come too far to stop, so I guess I will have to persist." Calmness from him.
Those selfishly pursuing their paths, believing in their direction. Hearts in this insanity, forcing against the reason of others. Numerous once along in the storm, playing along in the hand of fate. Their lives stringing within its vastness, a demon breaking free, commanding her own way. An enemy at birth, constantly suffering. Some happiness coming to her, this slipping away. Years in torment, seeking after that joy again. That enemy in front of her, another pulling her into the madness.
Her rising emotions, bursting through. That doppelgänger at her side, both swiftly striking. Colliding through him, her rage on display. This shifting dimension, a shocking development. One unable in moving, this endless space. The proceeding double, this nearing foe. His widening gaze, connecting to the enemy. Stringing together four strikes, launching him to the air. His eyes above, that young woman crashing through. Her pure white wings, flying around the field. Continuing this assault, rebounding from afar, barraging him from every direction.
Divine and dark lances materializing, impaling into him, binding him in place. Ascending higher, her staff in view. This crimson weapon, electrical energy surging through her, transferring into it. Raising it high, twirling her artifact. Unleashing it on him, blasting him below. Releasing more, this descending lightning. Trapping him in a prison, this violently releasing energy, enveloping the area in a warm light. That fading realm, this foe on his knee. Glaring at her, blood dripping from him.
"To think, she isn't at her best, and she can do this..." Gallant's unsettling voice.
"Cyra's main weakness, is that soft heart of hers. However, it is also her best quality. Since at moments like these, you see her answering the cries of others." Valor propping his arms behind his head.
"I see..."
Despising the battlefield, her soft heart leading her onward. A weakness in this, yet her most defining point. Willingness in rising to her challenge, not standing for anyone trampling on her life. Answering the cries from others, their souls with her. This enemy standing from the land, that devil descending to the earth. Her dispersing wings, her sword afar. That doppelgänger with her, her shifting state. This malevolence secreting from her, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself.
Cyra Von Erit
Stage 7: Tyrant's Awakening
ATK: SS
DEF: SS
Speed: SS
Special: SS
Skill Power: SS
Luck: —
Execution Level Abilities Power: Enormous
Passive: Devoured By Darkness
—> When entering into Tyrant's Awakening. An overwhelming amount of malice envelops her. Tremendously increasing all of her stats. As Cyra takes more damage, she becomes stronger. The more damage she takes, the faster she will push through the stages. Gains immunity from weakening effects, her wounds will also recover over time.
"Her jumps are massive between stages, definitely someone I do not want as an enemy." Gallant positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
"True, I will count it good fortune she hasn't buried me alive yet for all the crap I put her through." That shrugging deity.
"You have a death wish, don't you..." His humorless gaze on Valor.
"Probably." Smiling, his hand on his waist.