The days going by, carrying my anguish in me for years. My wish to fulfill Rin's desire, one going unanswered. The Iconoclast, a great demon stripping everything away from me...

A devil's desire to bring meaning to the ends of those to their heart, his mind on the devastating power shredding the land, tearing apart everything.

An individual slaughtering numerous, raining blood down on the cape underneath the crimson light. Many bodies piling in the area, the person slowly moving forward. Shortly standing at the edge, looking out to the ocean.

"Will you...really go so far...?" a sad voice to him.

"I have to Rin. It is not only about me, but what the Iconoclast will eventually do like other times before." Glancing back to the spirit.

A demon making his decision, choosing to proceed down his path. Refusing to quietly remain, shouting his feverish soul. Carrying the sins staining on him, enduring the crushing weight on his psyche.

"Aswald, this isn't you. What you're doing is no better than what happened to us!" her desperate tone.

"Maybe, but at least it will have an end." Gripping his wrist.

"You should listen to her you know." A man walking in.

"Michael, the mercenary." Facing him.

His eyes on the person, seeing the massive twin scars on their face. Their mighty Agni in hand, a sword blazing in fire. These few underneath the crimson light, each with their own resolve to go forward.

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"Zeus, Aurora, Levant, Minerva. You took them all out, and it will end here." Directing his sword at the demon.

"If it means cutting off the heads that protects the Iconoclast, then I will keep doing so." Aswald standing on his side.

Rin's sad vision on him, the many passing years flowing through her. An individual seeing her companion enduring his sorrow, falling into the depths of despair.

"Not like I don't understand where you're coming from, but I won't let your actions against my friends slide." Michael sweeping his blade across the land.

A raging fire racing through, crashing against the demon. The fiery soul of the mercenary, his resolve to bring meaning to his friends ends.

Aswald cutting through the fire, charging at his enemy. These two harshly crashing their weapons against one another, unleashing negatity and flames to the sky.

"Don't think I will give you the opportunity to fight!" Michael's furious voice.

Swiftly colliding his blade into his target's own, hitting aside the weapon. The mercenary's sharp vision, plunging through his enemy. Setting the field ablaze, hastily spinning around. Lifting his foe into the air, soon aiming down at the demon.

"Aswald!" Rin's concern.

A soul witnessing the intensely flowing fire, watching the mercenary colliding their blade into the demon, slamming them into the land.

An inferno stretching tall, burning away at the field. From the depths of the fire, the devil striking through, binding his target in black chains.

"What is this...?" Michael's unrest.

"The chains that will end you, and the Iconoclast!"

A heart refusing to relent, powerfully sounding his spirit. Plunging his sword into the mercenary, impaling them with negative spikes. Rin stepping back, her unrestful eyes on the situation.

The shortly releasing attack, shredding the area in its force. The demon soon standing there, his eyes to the sky, gripping his arm.

"I know you are disappointed in me, but I must keep going, please understand this..." His sad voice.

Our souls with one another, my actions weighing on her. No matter, I have to keep pushing, I must see my path through to its end...