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Once living as a knight to a princess. Their close bond in those older days, continuously carrying these sentiments. A nightmarish event stripping everything away, leaving behind a heart of hatred. Now working as a mercenary, seeking after a certain deity in the wind.
Her meeting with a strange researcher, this one reflecting another with the eyes of the sun. Taking up a new job, clashing against gods. Selfishly pursuing her path, yearning to bring meaning to the demise of one. Wandering in darkness, a new light shining on her path.
"I will burn away at my soul, if it means those events won't repeat..."
Born in the slums, one unable to wield magic. Wandering her days below, desiring for a way out. Applying to the Royal Order on a certain day, hoping for an escape.
A disposable pawn, a piece out on the field. Following her directions, going into unfavorable scenarios. Her ex-commander taking notice of her talent, bringing her under their wing.
Eventually becoming a member, her efforts steadily paying off. Her meeting with a princess, that person shining light onto her path. The researcher looking around, analyzing the field, an idea shortly coming to her.
"I can make the field unstable, but be-careful. As stated, I am not good with magic, but it should slow down Titan." Sol's vision to the mercenary, gripping her arms.
That enormous foe before her, their eyes on the two. Her quickly beating chest, not wishing to endanger the young woman. This desperate situation, running down her dark path.
Someone else with her, revealing a gleaming road. The slowly moving deity, the heavily vibrating land. Needing to proceed forward, her true target in mind, this obstacle in front of her.
"Alright, do it." Her stern expression on her opponent.
"Give me a moment." The mage holding her staff forward, her sharp vision.
A heart in this madness, forcing onward in a miserable realm. Once living a happy life, relishing in it with another. Taking on a job on a certain night, her reason to do so. A diversion leading to a terrible loss, that former knight devoting her existence to finding a god.
Standing before Titan, holding a knife in each hand. Her lower stance, rushing through. Slicing along its leg, drawing its attention. Its arm coming down, the mercenary slipping around it. Its massive collision, shaking the land.
"Atlalune, why do you continue to resist? You can get what you want, if you just come over." Gen shaking his head in disbelief.
"I have my reason. And even if I did join, there is a high possibility it will lead me to nowhere, even with your information." Her calm voice.
Meeting a noble-woman in a cell, those bright eyes of the sun reminding her of another. Her similar behavior to one to her heart, finding herself able to trust her.
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Her talent for research, someone able to gain knowledge from within the walls of Valice. An enemy possessing some other knowledge, her intention to forcefully take it. The young woman charging magic, focusing it to a singular point.
Unleashing it, an enormous wave spreading through. Destroying the land, knocking down countless trees. Crushing the earth, that deity falling to its knee. Gen stepping forward, scowling at the development.
This moment before the former knight, dashing around the unsteady ground. Leaping onto the back end of Titan's leg, racing up its length. Making her way higher, the god rushing its hand to her. Jumping once more, landing on the back of it.
Running up its arm, tightly gripping her daggers. That man witnessing her resolve, someone not stopping. Feverishly reaching for her desire, refusing to remain quiet.
Closing in on her target, stabbing into its eye. The screeching entity, blood spilling below. Rushing its arm to her, her vision behind. Sol's hands to her chest, her concerning vision.
Atlalune ascending to the air, avoiding its grab. Locking onto her foe below, her knives above. Descending on it, the beast grabbing her. Holding her close, its great fury. Struggling against its strength, her uneasy eyes.
"L--Lune...!" the noble-woman quickly looking around.
Searching for a way to help, exhausting her only option. This field playing its purpose, a deity steadily regaining its balance. Wanting to do something more, her limitation with magic. Her quickly beating chest, this terrible situation.
Someone fighting hard, wanting to bring meaning to the demise of one. Trusting in the researcher, choosing a difficult direction. Watching the god generating an enormous rock in the air, Atlalune's uneasy eyes on it.
"It was a good run Atlalune, but know I cannot have you blowing our plan against Valice." Gen folding his arms.
"I cannot careless about you and Valice, all that matters...is bringing meaning to Estelle's demise...!" her furious vision.
Those having their own direction, a conflict with a kingdom. Their reason for their route, commanding gods towards their path. A mercenary not caring, selfishly pushing onward.
An important one to her heart, seeking to achieve her goal. Enduring cruelty, working many jobs. Coming across a bit of hope, the noble-woman giving her it. That foe hurling the former knight at the massive object above, the maiden slamming into it.
Titan standing tall, immediately stomping down. Shattering its surroundings, creating a prison of spikes. Covering the earth with it, Atlalune falling below, horror in Sol's eyes.
Everyone has a limit, Atlalune. No matter, I will always believe in you...
Words from a princess, her warm message. Her bright smile in those older days, her shining presence in the darkness. The maiden yearning for her happiest days again, her aching heart. Her heavy body, a god overpowering her.
Nearing the land, the young woman screaming out to her. Hearing her voice, the mercenary's hasty heart. Fire surrounding her in an abyss, this heat to her. Her determination to go forward, unleashing it from within. Spreading this flame, scorching the area.
Crushing the earth, sweeping the man away in it, protecting Sol. Titan falling to its knee, trapping in a fiery void. Dashing around the field, her immense speed. Throwing her knives, these freezing in the air. Hurling her countless weapons, trapping her enemy in its prison.
Shortly standing below, allowing her attacks to proceed, rapidly colliding the innumerable assaults. Enveloping her target in an inferno, expanding it. Incinerating the battlefield, keeping the noble-woman safe. Smoke soon filling the air, a brown energy flowing into the former knight's body.
"The next time I find that damn god, I will kill it..." Her hand to her chest, her serious eyes.
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