Swirling sentiments, these leading him onward. A heart not stopping, pursuing what is within. Memories within, wanting them again. This crushing actuality, one in his mind. Proceeding onward, leaving illusions in his steps.
Dashing around the room, enemies bracing themselves. Moving in the shadows, locking onto an enemy. Appearing out of it, biting the neck of a man. This shocking him, his trembling gaze. A powerful resolve, hearing the screams from this one. Not caring, crushing down on him.
"Argh!!"
"Hold on!" another charging at the dog.
Endlessly flowing emotions, not backing down. Locking onto his goal, crushing his foes. Another charging enemy, this to his notice. Releasing his target, that falling man hitting the ground. Landing on his feet, enemies striking at him.
This feeling around him, his high sentiments. Swiftly moving, vanishing from his position. Opponents quickly looking around, shortly shifting their attention above. The hound glaring down at them, proceeding in his path.
"Above!" one warning.
Descending on his target, biting down on the soldier's blade. His intensely burning fangs, this fury in his eyes. A heart in bondage, those remaining enduring this. Forever wondering on a difference, possibilities racing through their mind.
Not releasing the past, tearing away in despair. Yearning for times of pleasure, unable to grasp it. Proceeding in their sorrow, each doing their best. Two once together, enjoying the simpleness in life. This slipping away, his displaying rage.
You will feel my soul...
Memories to his mind, treading down his lonely path, keeping his eye on his goal. Pushing onward, these flowing sentiments. Blackness burning from the hound, violently exploding.
Devastating his surroundings, shaking the area. Blasting away enemies in range, their screams filling the area. His crying despair, not backing down. Racing in loneliness, avoiding shadowy hands, shouting his soul.
"Aaaaahhh!!!"
A heart once in bliss, this going away. Unable to do anything, defeat coming to him. Returning in a feverish frenzy, bringing ruin to his foes. Enemies hitting back against the wall, falling to the ground. That hound standing at the center, looking at them.
These struggling opponents on the floor, his deep hatred. His enormous sorrow, that voice from his partner in his mind. Her gentle touch still to him, wanting it again. Walking down his lonely path, his eyes on his direction, yearning to bring meaning to her demise.
Be glad I spared your lives. You are not my targets...I have only one in mind...
That scarring memory, his companion coming to his aid. Their last moment together, his shaking heart. This guiding rage, his attention above. A tower extending long, one residing at the top. Loudly howling, gathering the zombies.
His eyes on them, shortly barking orders at the dead. Many complying with him, those fiends rushing up the stairs. Planning his way, using these resources. Sounding panic, this madness in the night.
"Damn! They're inside!" urgency from one.
"Dammit! Hold em off for now!" another yelling.
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Wandering in darkness, once out in the woods. That night still with him, her guiding hand. Saving his life, taking him into her arms. Wanting to protect her, not able to do so, these frustrating feelings.
Proceeding onward, using the dysfunction to his advantage. Rushing through, ascending the many heights. Zombies occupying these enemies, some noticing the dog making his way higher. Those undead tearing apart many members, horror around every corner.
"The dog is getting away!" one shouting.
Flowing streams, numerous endlessly moving along its length. Those meeting in this vastness, their binding lives. Hearts desiring for joy, tragedy befalling some. Sentiments guiding the way, feverishly pursuing their path.
Some members pursuing the hound, aiming for him. His eyes slightly behind, zombies blocking off his foes. Hearing the groaning undead, their foul stench. This panicking city, their lives in chaos.
"Jeez...and these things are supposed to be stupid..." Unease from one member.
Once walking alongside another, their dreams for tomorrow. Enjoying the presence of the other, shaping their way onward. Not minding his life, that friend with him. Everything slipping away from him, his deep despair.
Locking onto one, that hound rushing up the long stairs. Thinking of his companion, wondering on her vision on this. Her bright smile in those days, wanting a more peaceful world. His burning drive, battling with those sentiments within him.
Aurora...? You won't be angry right...? I want this world...to be something you would be happy with, but to do that...this human needs to die...
Walking through a dark hall, his gaze setting on one. These burning emotions, his sounding soul. Stepping onto the summit of the tower, this wide arena stretching around. His vision on the man ahead, hatred in the hound's eyes.
Coming far, hearing the screams from those below. Thinking of Aurora, her death never leaving his mind. Those denying her simple wish, branding her a witch, her path in going forward.
"Impressive, for a mutt..." That man gazing to the panic.
Ruin below, an animal causing this. Shaking at the knowledge, a mysterious power saving the hound. This one returning, his guiding despair. Trampling on lives, setting this place into disarray. Actions towards his goal, finally standing before that enemy.
Images flashing in his mind, those happier days. Constantly at his partner’s side, doing his best to protect her. Not acting in time, everything slipping away from him. His way in going forward, this one in front him. Glancing behind, that angrily barking dog.
You...!
"Still holding ill feelings huh. You should let go of that monster of a master you had." Turning to Zeus, their meeting eyes.
A heart in blackness, running along a lonely path. One far out of reach, yearning for her presence. This aching within him, an enemy ahead. This one stripping away that life, actions pushing his partner far.
Angrily growling, spreading his stance. This deplorable one, not letting her go. A witch to countless, her smile still to his mind. Her guiding hand, her heart seeking a better morrow, his closest friend.
Aurora...
Two meeting in this field, chaos around them. His path towards that man, his boiling rage. Two watching from far above, their presence in between dimensions. Aurora concerning with her companion, her hands to her chest. Watching her friend charging at the person, his great determination.
Jumping towards his foe, aiming for his neck. That soldier standing to his side, revealing a powerful barrier. This brightly shining light, the dog colliding into it. Its powerful force, repelling his assault, blasting him away. Yelping from him, crashing into the earth .
"Zeus!" Aurora worryingly calling out, her hand ahead.
That devil extending her arm, blocking the witch's way. Those eyes on the entity, conflicting emotions within her. Unable to bear this sight, seeing her best friend suffering. His deep despair, coming far. Raising an army, attacking this place.
His decision to go forward, shouting what is inside. His guiding rage, wishing for meaning on his partner’s demise. Desiring for a different world, a realm to her liking. This path of the hound, that demon showing Aurora.
"I must say, I have to commend you for making it this far. You're much smarter than the average human for sure." Uneasily brushing the side of his face.
Guiding despair, this leading his direction. Tormenting agony, his black path. Racing along this road, his sounding voice. Not remaining in silence, tackling his challenge. His efforts to this point, one in his mind.
This nightmarish reality, refusing to relent. Slowly rising to his feet, shaking off the attack. This crushing force against him, uneasily growling at his foe. Taking caution, that faintly smiling enemy. This battle before him, a line towards tomorrow.
What sort of magic is this...? Wait...Aurora did say that defensive arts exists...that they can be even more deadly than offensive ones...