Darkness flowing around her, a doppelgänger standing at her side. Both extending their weapons, those eyes locking onto the opponent ahead. Raising his hand, spikes of blood piercing the ground. Scythes sweeping through, severing the assaults, tearing away at the land. Rubble flying in every direction, elements closing in from above. Their offhand aiming in the direction, enduring fire and wind. Turning onward, unleashing the assault. Attacks in combination ripping away at the earth, closing in on Cyrus. That deity plunging his sword into the ground, unleashing waves of pureness. Assaults strongly crashing against each other, stretching in every direction. Buildings falling apart, water flowing through. Those deities from afar rushing in the direction, Zain, Valor, and Fernandez pursuing them. The three gods facing in opposition to the young woman, allies residing behind Cyra.
"Enough, your orders are to ensure there are survivors, and to get far away from this island. These fools will be personally punished." Calmness of the devil.
"Are you certain?" Zain questions.
"She will be fine, come on, we have to get out of here." Valor urging.
Hatred revealing to the surface, conflict of pointlessness. A cycle within the memory of that young woman, one despising it so much. Years of conflict, suffering unimaginable. No matter so, an end never coming. One from the deepest of abyss, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. That heart forever maintaining its softness, her soul soaring within the endless sky. One carrying the hopes and dreams of countless, answering the many crying voices. Zain resting his vision upon her, one taking on the highest of levels. Throughout his years, that god managing in reaching heights beyond the dreams of numerous, yet this of a range even further out of his grasp. Those three allies pulling away, following through on her orders.
"Arne, Wayne, stay alert." Cyrus warning.
Arne dusting off his crimson armor, those eyes of his careful on the young woman ahead. Wayne moving a bit to his right, that pressure of the devil immensely crushing down on the three. One once dangling on the edge of nothingness, returning stronger than ever. Time and time and again, ascending even further. A heart yearning for its freedom, taking it by force. Selfish she may be, but one extending a hand to the many. A small act of kindness, such going a long way. The doppelgänger rushing forward, that scythe scraping along the ground. Arne meeting it in kind, clashing against the weapon. Wayne leaping high, locking onto the double, his body burning in the harshest of fire. Descending on the target, Cyra racing onward.
The deity colliding into his foe, an explosion ripping through. Fire stretching tall, enormous pieces of land flying above. His eyes slightly widening, witnessing the devil and her clone repelling both of their attacks. Cyrus analyzing his surroundings, that one at an unrest. Blood everywhere, parts of the land. Raising his hand, spikes of the earth piercing through. Droplets of crimson raining down, needles forming. Those eyes of the young woman refusing to relent, the devil enduring the massive assaults. Energies concentrating, violently exploding. Blasting out of the smoke, Cyra crashing into ruins of a building. That doppelgänger fading into blackness, those deities gathering. Their vision of unease, carefully noting the situation.
"Her power is rising again...?" Cyrus stepping back in surprise.
"Pride...?" Wayne uneasily states.
Malevolence brightly burning, rubble falling apart. A massive shadowy claw of a dragon reaching high, veins pulsing from her arm. The demon sword on the lower half of her back, those two trusting weapons crying out, lending her their aid. Hatred continuously increasing, darkness consuming her. One embracing the depths of despair, unleashing an even more frightening power. Standing on her side, directing that claw at her enemies. Those three deities sliding their weapons from the ground, unleashing fire, wind, earth, and blood. Assaults in magnification, all surrounding the young woman, that devil raising her claw. Blackness drawing in the attacks, assimilating it into her arm. Sweeping her claw across the land in an uppercut, returning all of the forces right back at them. Power exponentially increasing, unrest in the eyes of the gods. Scattering, those attacks striking the area. An explosion ripping through, leaving a gigantic crater in its passing. Walking onward, her vision upon the three.
"You can grow as large as you want—"
One embracing that corruption deep within, a heart crying out. One hearing the voices of those that are no more, countless souls bearing witness to this development, each giving support. No matter the morrow, even if it is but a somber one, a devil continuously resisting. Hope in the deepest of abyss, despair guiding the way. A fleeting moment of bliss it may be, but that being more than enough to oppose the reason of another. Darkness violently burning from her, that claw raising over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto her targets.
"—you can gather as much power as you want—"
Years upon years of torment, one enduring the harshest of reality. Feelings feverishly extending, that will in opposing another. A devil born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an object cursing all those within its path. An enemy at birth, that smile going away. An entity embracing this, fighting her way into the domain of the gods, scarring her image into countless. Power unscalable, resolve constantly rising to the challenge. Blood streaming down her face, dripping to the land. Malevolence concentrating by the moment, hatred building by the second.
"—but against me, it is pointless!" her voice shaking the will of her enemies.
Bursting through the field, scaling the many platforms, tearing through the elements. One in a state of berserk, rage leading her path. Hatred overflowing, a state manifesting her power into one. Arne and Wayne meeting her high in the air, colliding against her claw. Their weapons forcing through, piercing her body. That unwavering will, wounds regenerating at an accelerating pace. Pain no more than a way in going forward, a body reaching the state of immortality. Striking them with her claw, that pressure sending the two flying towards the ground.
"Gyah!!"
"One capable of falling this deep into darkness..." Cyrus aiming his hands forward in unease.
Descending, her vision on the two targets colliding into the land. Feelings at a high, one rising from the depths. That hatred for battle fueling her way, a cycle of cruelty. The strong living, and the weak perishing. A fact of this, shattering it before. Resisting the reason of others, forcing through to a better morrow. Smaller an individual may be, but together a power most threatening. Souls lining for miles, voices loudly sounding. Cyrus bearing witness to this, some even from his own sect. Landing below, countless standing behind the young woman.
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"You treated even your own as disposable commodities, take a closer look. Small we may be alone, but together a force even more frightening." She places her hand upon her waist.
"I am not going to make excuses for my decisions. Nonetheless, this is my way forward, much like yourself." He unleashes a concentration of attacks.
Each having their own way forward, no matter of the method. This much of normalcy, selfishness constantly playing a role. Herself going to lengths far beyond, differences no less. Those assaults closing in by the moment, waves of fire, wind, earth, and blood. Attacks concentrating, the other two deities appearing within the air. Expanding their arms, weapons materializing for miles. All of it homing in on the young woman, those eyes of crimson becoming more strict. Malevolence violently releasing, turning into a pure light. Her state shifting once more, those enemies accounting for it.
"Iconoclast..." Cyrus seriously states.
Extending her claw high, those powerful forces drawing towards her. One embracing the corruption deep within her, reaching a power of legend. No matter so, still growing even further. From within the Forest of Nul, Valor, Zain, and Fernandez evacuating many. That pressure over the land intensifying, agonizing of the air. Hatred steadily increasing, unrest in the area. Fear increasing inside those of Nature, yet hope filling them at the same time. Zain facing in the direction to Yuril, his unrestful gaze. One capable of pushing further than the last, achieving heights many can only dream of.
"We have to hurry, time is quickly running out." Valor urging.
"Right..." Zain agreeing.
Darkness seeping into the air, trapping Yuril in an arena of blackness. One reaching the depths of despair, her rising fury. Those eyes of crimson hatefully upon her targets, pressure most intense. Bursting through the field, ascending high. Wayne moving ahead of Arne, those two bracing themselves. Appearing in front of them, crashing her claw into the two, excruciating pain upon them. Those deities flying towards Cyrus, that god leaping into the air. Glancing behind, vision of the devil piercing through his own. Her descending claw, colliding into his back. Blood spilling far, the god falling to the ground. Those three enemies residing in one place, steadily rising to their feet. Agony of greatness upon their bodies, looking onward. That young woman standing from a distance, her claw extending afar. Hatred at its peak, malevolence wildly crashing against the surroundings. That city in a state of ruin, one final play in making.
"If you think this is hell—!"
Her chilling voice, one loathing the battlefield. Conflict of eternity, that pain reaching far and wide. Souls backing her from behind, their vision serious on the three deities. Commodities they have been, nothing more than tools. After so many years, one finally answering their cries. Pressure increasing within the area, the land violently shaking, those in the Forest of Nul hastily boarding the airships. Time quickly running out, that devil intending in ending the problem. Even if the damage is irreversible, the alternative being much worse.
"—This is simply the beginning—!!"
Bursting through the field, that young woman nearing her targets. Malevolence suppressing them, their energies unable in fighting against her influence. That approaching claw, barraging them with a flurry of assaults. Each attack tearing away at them, blood spilling on the land. Dashing around her enemies, colliding her claw into those foes. Their bodies shutting down, paralysis binding them in place. Even in the deepest of darkness, there is a light. One embracing her corruption, reaching a hand out to countless, being the voice for those who cannot speak anymore. Ascending far above, her high claw. Electricity violently releasing, malevolence thickly escaping from her body. Locking onto her opponents, those emotions at its peak, descending on her foes. Grabbing the head of Cyrus, that claw crushing down on him.
"—Feel my desires!!!"
Slamming the deity into the ground, unleashing the concentration of lightning in every direction. Her echoing voice, those feelings flowing onward, her wishes deep within. That force crying out, enveloping Arne and Wayne. Those bodies tearing away, that power stretching far and wide. Deeply sinking into the land, lava piercing high. Raging Tornados, indescribable pain screaming out. Innumerable airships racing away from the scene, Zain, Valor, and Fernandez at an unrest. Rifts opening, that approaching force, those vessels narrowly passing through. Harshness of fire from the forest, collapsing trees.
The mountain of Yuril breaking apart, that sturdy wall falling into pieces. Electricity violently releasing by the second, stretching over the seas. Walls of water rising, steam rushing into the air. A pure light shrouding the area, souls slowly vanishing. Each giving their gratitude, smiling of brightness. That energy disappearing, the young woman standing in a wasteland going on for miles. That calming rage, her lightening eyes. Her fading claw, that normal arm returning. Holding her hand to her chest, gazing into the velvet moon.
"I am not certain how long this peace will last, but hopefully now you can all rest..." Her soft voice.
Countless that are no more, voices once crying out. One coming into their reality, their torment ceasing. A heart of softness, raising her arms even when she is despising it so. Despair over numerous years, that devil understanding both her enemies and allies alike. Each having their own way forward, no matter so, conflict of preventability. Resting her vision onward, seeing an airship moving in. Valor and Fernandez waving at her, those many of Nature calling out to her. Zain brightly smiling, clapping at her success. A faint smile coming to the face of the young woman, that devil walking onward. The airship moving closer to the land, a latter rolling out. Valor descending, keeping a firm hold towards the bottom, his hand in the direction of his old friend.
"Come on!" his shimmering smile.
Adjusting her footing, leaping high. That young woman grabbing hold of the hand of her companion, those eyes of crimson and azure meeting with one another. A sect that is no more, land scarring with the emotions of innumerable. Those many lending her their aid, each wishing for an end to the cruelty. Even if it shall mean embracing a sinister power, then that is okay. Hearts uniting for a common cause, each dancing in the bliss of the wind. Feelings reaching out, those willing to oppose what is reason. Small they may be alone, but together a force most frightening.
These emotions within me, feelings carrying the will of so many. I loathe the battlefield, those years of torment. My voice screaming out, my heart in bondage. Slowly reaching onward, one by one answering the cries of others. Eventually, countless coming to my aid, pulling me from the abyss. These times of pleasure, the life I live now. It has not been achieved alone, but through the bonds I share with so many...
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For those wondering:
Spoiler :
Fernandez's Line Translation: When there is no hope, one will come in the time of need. Where evil is afoot, there will be one to stop it. Prepare yourselves, for this is the Path...of Justice!!!
Fernandez's Line Translation: When there is no hope, one will come in the time of need. Where evil is afoot, there will be one to stop it. Prepare yourselves, for this is the Path...of Justice!!!
Fernandez's Line Translation: When there is no hope, one will come in the time of need. Where evil is afoot, there will be one to stop it. Prepare yourselves, for this is the Path...of Justice!!!