Times of the past, pleasureful it has been. Years of torment, a soul crying out. Wings seeking to soar, that heart resisting the shackles binding it. Through the endless reaches of time, one rising above the countless challenges. Despair clawing away at the soul, emotions rising to the surface. Hatred guiding the way, feelings crying out. A devil ascending far above their standing, stepping upon the domain of the gods. Resolve clashing against those all around, a chance coming about. Small it may have been, but that faintest light leading their path. An abyss of loneliness, one desiring of days existing long ago. Minuscule those odds may have been, but that is okay. That demon grabbing hold of their deepest desire, damning the Nine Worlds.

Years going by, that one reawakening, embracing the fruits of their efforts. A heart finally free from its chains, that soul reaching for the endless distance. Wings soaring once again, happiness coming once more. Countless fearing this entity, their image eternally branding upon the memories of numerous. That voice engraving on the souls of many, those of the living and the dead coming out in support. Through the vast worlds, over the seas, wind blowing through. That warmth of the sun shining down, bathing the land below. Mountains scaling around, rivers streaming through. Forests stretching for miles, animals roaming about. Sounds of cracking wood, greaves shimmering its golden light. Hair extending long, reflecting the sun, a crimson ribbon tying at the base.

Eyes of the blood moon, that feathery helm, and aurum armor. Reaching down the lower half of her back, a velvet cape of nobility. That Iconoclast, one embracing the blissful environment all around. Cyra, one once walking in the deepest of abyss, those times of pleasure upon her once more. Following behind, her companion no less. Red hair, eyes of the sea. Valor, one wearing armor representing the beliefs he so cherishes. That young woman glancing back, those two trusting weapons with her. A gentle darkness escaping Lævateinn, the demon sword horizontally along the lower half of her back. Reviver crossing over it, a large staff of crimson, blades lining the top of the crescent shape. Two companions adventuring once more, embracing in the bliss of the other. That refreshing air, those soaring birds. Trees surrounding them, smaller animals scurrying about. Days of horror so long ago, a nightmare continuously staying with her. No matter so, one moving onward, holding onto these joyful experiences.

"You said it was somewhere around here, right Val?" Cyra looking to her right.

A place of a maze, pathways intersecting in many directions. Two of differing worlds, one from high above, another walking the land. Differences bringing them together, those smaller points connecting them even now. Rustling of leaves, sounds of animals. Experiences of simplicity, that young woman thinking back. Her curiosity within the past, a companion pleasantly surprising her. One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, paranoia from a certain one. Actions tearing apart her family, those feelings uniting, making way for the nigh impossible. Desires so deep, selfishness driving the way.

"Yeah, and stop...right...about...now." Valor ceasing his movements.

"Hm?"

Stopping her action, facing in the direction of her companion. Those eyes trailing around, that forest going on without end. Confusing this is, yet her interest of the situation increasing. That deity reaching into his pocket, taking out a small green orb. That devil fixating her vision upon it, her old friend pressing his thumb underneath it. Flipping it into the air, that object radiating an emerald light. That energy wrapping around them, extending in each direction. The flooring beneath their feet paving in concrete, those trees disappearing. Buildings stretching tall all around, Cyra slowly turning.

Those eyes of wonder, amazement at the sight. Rivers flowing through, bridges scaling from one end to the next. Sounds of many people, a tower from afar. A few passing by, glancing in the direction of the two. That young woman facing her companion, her smiling of brightness. A most wonderful experience, worlds holding infinite in mystery. Sins paving the way, emotions making this moment a reality. That old friend faintly smiling, another day of doing his best. No matter how small or large, Cyra always taking pleasure in these surprises.

"Thought you might like it, alternate world here." He folds his arms.

"Anything I should know about it before going further?" she holds her hands behind her back.

A realm alternate to their own, rules differing no less. Adventure around every corner, new experiences to come. One continuously bringing something fresh, joy filling the young woman. Despair in days of the past, a heart resisting the shackles binding it. That soul desperately desiring to soar, wings wishing to take flight once again. Small those chances may have been, yet that will to oppose taking hold. The Iconoclast reaching out, grabbing hold of the faintest light. That smile returning after so long, one filling with love for the worlds. Sins staining the soul, actions most reprehensible. No matter so, desires becoming an actuality.

"This specific world has four sects, and four factions, Medicinal, Combat, Alchemist, and Elementals. They cultivate, or should I say, improve over a long period of time in order to ascend to ranks far above their station." Valor explaining.

Thinking on those words, familiar it is. Those wishing to rise above their standing, aiming for the nigh impossible. Small they may be, but dreams ever so large. Those times of the past, one ascending through the ranks, breaking through the countless challenges. Painful it has been, one despising every moment. A heart loathing the battlefield, that will in persevering through the harshest of sorrow. Those crimson eyes upon the many inhabitants, their lives not of hostility. Peculiar it is to the young woman, yet intriguing. Embracing the flowing wind, inhaling the sweet scent of flowers. Fishes swimming through the river, horses walking along the sidewalk, pulling a wagon of materials.

"I suppose while we are here, we might as well blend in." Cyra facing in his direction.

"These sort of worlds have their own masters and whatnot, we better go check in with this one by the tower first." Valor scratching the back of his head.

Lives differing from others, an existence of embracement for those inhabitants. Many desiring heights far above their own, few making it. Crying of those that are no more, voices echoing through the young woman. Her expression becoming slightly grim, that smile going away. Valor tilting his head in her direction, wondering what is bothering her so. Turning from her companion, taking in the scenery all around. Holding her hand to her chest, pain gripping at her heart. Conflict of pointlessness, lives no more than pieces. These feelings well into her awareness, some anger protruding from her eyes.

"I can hear them, those cries. At first, this place seemed amazing, but all I am hearing and seeing...are those countless years of torment..." She distantly speaks.

"Yeah, I know...but this is their way of life. Everyone once of the living pursued this path, only to find out their lives had much more meaning..." Valor looking away.

Crying echoing through, souls yearning for their freedom. Torment over countless years, that devil relating to those many. Cruelty inflicting upon them, decisions most of regret. Inhabitants carrying on with their lives, unaware of the actuality. Smiling of brightness, voices reverberating. Buildings standing tall, a point of equivalence for these experiences. Sickening it is, those feelings driving one in days of the past. A cycle of misfortune, visions unable in seeing beyond what is in front of them. That companion walking up to the halfbreed, placing a hand upon her shoulder. Eyes of crimson and azure meeting with the other, understanding her emotions.

"Our reality is far different from their own, but at some point it will catchup." He assures her.

Slightly turning her attention away, thinking on those words. A heart of softness, one wishing in never seeing these events again. No matter so, differences in timelines. Lives following their beliefs, those of the present unaware of their endless cycle. That old friend slipping behind her, his index finger poking at her cheek. Displeasure in her eyes, one witnessing events so long ago. Surprising it has been, but one in where her appreciation is dissipating. That deity accounting for the possibility, his companion sensitive to those of the living and the dead.

"Come on, it ain't so bad. This place has order, and does its best to improve. Wouldn't you like to see what they have to offer?" he smiles.

A civilization improving over time, this much of normalcy. That one embracing the bliss of adventure, curiosity in learning of so many. Disagreement in direction, yet her actions now remaining away from interference. Those crimson eyes scouring her surroundings, seeing families and friends in joy. Her heart settling, a sigh escaping that devil. Facing Valor, her gaze lightening upon him. Holding her hands behind her back, faintly smiling. Emotions guiding her way, that one fixating on the more pleasureful side of this realm.

"Very well, I will give this place a chance." She softly states.

"There is a lot to experience here, if anything, it shows how far we have come ourselves." Valor turning from her.

True his words are, two suffering in days of yore. Feelings unable in reaching, souls desiring to soar. Wings unable to take flight, hearts in bondage. Throughout it all, the smallest of light revealing itself. Through the deepest of abyss, one chasing their old friend. That companion heading further into the blackness consuming them, desires paving the way forward. Selfishness at the core, corruption ensuing. That will to oppose feverishly igniting, friends supporting one another. Inhabitants carrying on with their lives, each aiming for the nigh impossible. That young woman walking onward, passing the deity. Standing from a distance, glancing back to him.

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"Let us go." Her vision shifting ahead.

Wind gently flowing, words evermore guiding. Even through the harshest of sorrow, an abyss without end. That deity following in those older times, a hand finally reaching. Two from differing worlds grabbing hold of the other, the one from the land ascending. Blackness leaving the young woman, her heart filling with love for the many realms once more. Hatred existing at her depths, a devil lashing out in rebellion. A gentle hand extending to countless, many returning her kindness. Once alone in that endless despair, tides crashing against her. Hands reaching out, pulling her from her torment.

Those of the living and the dead walking at her side, standing against the cruelty of the worlds together. Heading onward, making their way through the city. Swans landing on the bridges, chickens fleeing from larger cats. An interesting establishment, that bliss of adventure all around. Arriving at the tower, that black steel stretching high. On the lower ground, a temple extending numerous pathways. Followers on the outside, Cyra and Valor standing before a man. Black hair tying back, his stern violet eyes resting on the two. That person fashioning an ancient white and black garb, his arms behind his back. Pressure crushing down on him, his heart at an unrest. That vision upon the devil, her gaze calm yet threatening.

"A deity, and...I cannot tell specifically what she is." His suspicion in the direction of Cyra.

"I associate myself as a devil, that is all that is of necessity to know." The young woman answering.

One possessing both the blood of a divine and a demon, an abomination upon the worlds. Infinite in potential, yet her heart remaining soft. That one loathing the battlefield, hatred brewing over countless years. Feelings clawing its way to the surface, emotions lashing out. A soul desiring for the sky, a heart breaking its bondage, wings soaring once more. Enemies around every corner, that Iconoclast silencing many. Fear engraving onto the souls of numerous, her voice constantly echoing through each generation. That man feeling his heart quivering, the wind at an unrest. Pillars standing around, crimson eyes of lions lighting up. Vases along the pavements cracking, tiles breaking away by the second.

"Cyra, it is okay, no one is an enemy here, right?" Valor questions the man.

An untrusting devil, one witnessing the cruelty of countless. Powerlessness in her younger days, scars never healing. Fear guiding her way, hatred constantly existing. Anger conflicting with her heart of softness, yet both dancing in harmony. One filling with love for the worlds once more, but also hatred for those willing in impeding upon her new life. That man glancing in the direction of Valor, those eyes locking onto the other. Unrest within the air, a false move no doubt having consequences. Covering his mouth with his hand, clearing his throat.

"Indeed, please forgive my hostility. Gods do not normally come in without an invitation, let alone have a demon as a traveling companion." That man clarifying.

"I see...I apologize as well. Years of nonstop conflict brings mistrust..." Cyra looking away.

"I understand, now then. Let us move past this, why not tell me why you both are here?" he faintly smiles.

Calmness setting in, hearts settling. Those onlookers glancing to one another, uncertain of the situation at hand. This unrest within them, someone willing in standing against their master. Fear gripping at their hearts, a powerful will echoing through them. Animals stopping, turning their attention towards the young woman. Strange their behaviors are, many observing the beasts. Standing in front of a statue, Cyra inspecting it. An old piece, her interest piquing. From the other end, Valor speaking with the master, those two having an understanding.

"Yeah, we came here for a vacation, she likes to explore and learn about different cultures. However, where we come from, she was forced to fight or suffer. Death wasn't even a release..." Valor looking away.

"I see, things are better now I assume, so...how did it get to this point?" he curiously questions.

"She became the true enemy, damning all of the worlds. In short, she broke the endless cycle." Valor looking at him.

That expression of the master becoming grim, his eyes trailing to the young woman. Cyra evaluating one piece after the next, writing down notes inside of a book. A person of difference, two sides existing within one. Kindness on the outside, ferocity residing inside of her. His heart trembling at Valor's words, one willing in becoming the true enemy. Desires reaching beyond the distance, selfishness ascending to heights unimaginable. A cycle no more, one enduring eternal hatred, but a life of bliss coming once again.

"There is much we can learn from her, none here has been able to magnify their desires to her extent, not even close." The master folding his arms.

Magnification of sins, desires feverishly burning. That soul shouting out, engraving upon countless. Throughout the reaches of time, one resisting what is reason. An entity splitting into two, suppressing those feelings. Turmoil coming about, a night of eternity striking the world of the humans. Halves of similarity, unwavering will. An Iconoclast, one embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A being attacking beliefs deep within, paving a way towards a brighter morrow. An enemy to all, but a heart limitlessly extending.

"We've had enough, did all we could, now we are just taking it easy." Valor explaining, folding his arms.

"I understand, well then, I more than welcome you both. Since you both are here, might as well join a faction, and experience our livelihood." That master smiling.

"Haha, yeah, I completely agree." Valor holding the back of his head with his right hand.

Those of differing worlds, emotions of sameness. Simpleness leading the way, two embracing the bliss of their adventures. Words never reaching in days of the past, inaction from one so timid. Wrongs haunting in times of yore, that will in reaching beyond. One traveling in the deepest of abyss, holding onto the faintest light. None hearing screams of pain, a soul shackling to the land. Wings desiring to soar, that heart desperately grabbing hold of a minuscule chance. The young woman approaching the two, that devil in a state of calmness. Standing before Valor and the master, placing her hand upon her waist.

"I very much enjoyed detailing the history of these pieces. Although, some were rather recent, in about the last two hundred years, correct?" Cyra questions.

"Ah, impressive. Yes, sadly, some became too old to keep up. As a result, they have been relocated to a museum." The master pleasantly explaining.

Time continuously flowing onward, deterioration taking even the most resilient. Memories forever remaining, new creations filling the void. Those resisting the shackles binding them, opposing what is to come at one point or another. Hearts seeking eternity, age pulling countless into the blackness of the abyss. No matter so, each leaving behind something of worth. That master raising his hand in front of him, a white energy concentrating at the center. Cyra and Valor bearing witness to this, resting their vision upon a small orb of light.

"This is the most basic thing for anyone here, it allows you to scan others. It is very—"

That object no more within his palm, the master leaning in a bit closer. His explanation not even in completion, those eyes of his turning ahead. Valor holding it in front of Cyra, that devil resting her vision upon him in annoyance. One with a childish innocence, always having to experience something new. A pure light brightly shining, the wave raising from top to bottom. That energy ceasing, returning into the orb. Information materializing over it, Valor carefully reading out the details. That devil and the master glancing to the other, both allowing this moment to pass.

"Huh? No fair...how come you're maxed out...?" Valor looking to Cyra, his humorless gaze.

"I fought nonstop for countless years." Folding her arms.

"Yyyeahhh...I call B.S, that's what..." He pouts, turning from her.

Horrors inside of the past, a heart once in bondage. Power sealing away in days of yore, hatred brewing at her core. Wings yearning to soar, a soul wishing for the endless sky. One bringing demise in the wake of her despair, all for a chance of grasping her deepest desire. Heights far above her standing, one treading on the domain of the gods. Emotions of pureness, feelings guiding her way. Selfishness driving her path, a devil clashing against the morality of countless. Dreadful it may have been, yet those efforts finally paying off.

"This is Valor you should know, you will get used to him." She holds the side of her head a bit in frustration.

"Haha, I am certain I will. Zain is what you can call me." The master smiling.

Pleasantry between three, guests most interesting. A powerful one in the presence of this master, yet passive she is. Those over the countless years attacking their paradise, wars most sickening. Power driving the way onward, each having a dream towards eternity. Those of a different reality, knowledge residing around every corner. A heart wishing for power, pushing far beyond her limitation. Pain never leaving, that will to oppose feverishly burning in times of the past. Experiences so pleasureful, that deepest desire coming into actuality.

"Now then, what are you two interested in? Medicinal, Alchemy, Combat, or Elementals." Zain holding his hands behind his back.

"Medicinal I will like." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"Alchemy sounds interesting to me." Valor holding the back of his head.

A realm embracing in their own culture, those aiming for the nigh impossible. Development in a particular field, each contributing towards the goal of eternity. Countless falling, many taking their places. Happiness for a moment, sorrow engraving upon the souls of numerous. That young woman having her interest in medicine, her companion finding excitement in conversion. Zain explaining the basics, giving clearance for their stay within the civilization. Those two companions finding themselves on a farm, a mansion stretching long. Trees surrounding it, a field in growing the necessary ingredients, a path leading towards the city below. Wind gently flowing through, birds flying across the sky. Smaller animals running about, a labyrinth stretching in each direction. Cyra and Valor standing at the front, resting their eyes upon the plantation.

"Since medicine and alchemy goes hand in hand, I will be requiring you to grow the necessary ingredients." Cyra walking ahead.

“Wait...what will you do...?” his vision on her, humorless of this.

"I will be developing various forms of medicine." She pleasantly states.

That deity turning his attention to the ground, contemplating on this arrangement. Two working together, that devil constantly having her way. Those days of the past, a certain one making him her servant. Experiences never leaving him, one incapable of getting even. Times of pleasure upon them once again, those old habits returning. Valor observing the plantation, soon turning his attention back to her. Everything dawning on him, clever that young woman is. Companions so close, two continuously pushing the limit of the other.

"I don't like where this is going!" Valor racing after her.

Freedom in the wind, pleasure in the presence of the other. Friends over the numerous years, a bond of deepness. Hearts once in bondage, wings soaring the vast distance. An abyss of loneliness in days of yore, feelings feverishly lashing out. That will to oppose, reaching for the nigh impossible, times of joy once again within reality. That old friend walking at the side of the young woman, complaining about the arrangements. All the while, Cyra stringing him along, twisting the logic in her favor. Behavior returning from the past, that devil maximizing her own benefit. A deity constantly trailing behind, encountering one trap after the next.