Efforts from the Iconoclast, a single entity binding countless in her black warmth. Their willingness to fight alongside her, refusing their enemies.

The knight glancing to his right, immediately turning. His moving blade, blocking the enormous hammer.

This heavy force shaking the area, the man forcing against his foe. Skrymir striking down at Valor, these two mighty beings clashing with one another, an icy mist shrouding them both.

"It is pitiful, to think you were once known as the supreme god." Skrymir rendering a fierce uppercut into the deity.

A title long ago, a deity above countless, believing himself to be perfect. His eventual meeting with a demon, someone widening his view. Witnessing true power, an individual constantly rising to her challenges, bringing forward many miracles.

A god giving up his standing on a failure, forever respecting that person. The impact striking the deity's stomach, Valor feeling the wind leaving his body.

That foe following up, immediately leaping high. Diving to his target, his chilling hand. An arm reaching forward, pulling the once supreme god away. His gaze onward, seeing Cyra's blade against the mighty fist.

A powerful shockwave tearing through, their serious vision on one another. Valor stepping away, holding his stomach in pain, his eyes shaking a bit.

"Your father...left me in such a pitiful state. Since then, I worked tirelessly to surpass him! But...he is dead!" Skrymir's angry voice.

"Right...I was the one who killed him." Cyra leaping back.

Days from old, an approaching weapon. The young woman selfishly pushing onward, closing up loose ends.

Repairing the bond with her father, his solution to her. Unable to accept it, choosing to release his soul. Someone bringing the worlds to the brink of ruin, a devil proceeding as herself.

The Ice Tyrant glancing to Envy, his servants on the ground, blood painting the snow. The knight directing his blade at the frost giant, shortly charging at him.

From far below, in the lowest section of the mountain. Fernandez and Levi recovering, Hel soon standing up, her eyes above.

This enormous power, her uneasy vision. An individual desiring to surpass the Demon Tyrant, a scar carrying with him for years.

On the peak of the mountain, the surrounding enemies no more. Valor and Envy clashing against Skrymir, unease from them, the giant holding back their attacks.

The once supreme deity leaping away, his hasty movements. Launching icy waves, icicles flying in his foe's direction. The young woman landing on one, surfing it towards her enemy.

Envy closing in from behind, these assaults colliding into the deity of ice. An enormous shockwave ripping through, the devil and knight landing from a distance.

Skrymir instantly appearing in front of Envy, rendering his fist into the person's chest. A powerful impact blasting him afar, a chilling energy rushing through.

"Gyah...!" Envy falling below.

"Even...Envy...?" Valor frowning a bit.

A powerful foe showing himself, his purpose to proceed. Running after his path, the image of the Demon Tyrant in his mind. A crushing defeat lingering inside of him, a way to rectify the issue.

His eyes on the young woman and her companion, both grouping together. Their changing formation, the ice deity's stern gaze on the two. The intensifying blizzard, this force crashing against the area.

"To think the mighty Iconoclast will require assistance." Skrymir faintly smiling.

"I am where I am, because of him. There is no one I trust more." Her hand to her chest, her serious vision on her foe.

"And we will continue to defend each other, it has been so for a long time." Valor gripping the hilt of his katana.

A never dying bond, two eternally protecting one another. Hearts flowing along an endless stream, their many experiences over the years.

The once supreme deity dashing forward, shortly appearing before his foe. Instantly striking, his blade colliding into his enemy's fist.

The Ice Tyrant slightly shifting his gaze, witnessing the young woman's illusive steps. An icy mist spreading in the area, the person tracking this pattern.

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Immediately turning, clashing against the Iconoclast's sword. Their intense force ripping through the area, an opportunity coming to Skrymir. Acting on his moment, closing in on her.

Valor rushing in the way, striking his opponent with a flurry of attacks. Adjusting his grip, soon crashing through his target, freezing them solid. The maiden's cautious vision, seeing the instantly shattering ice, that vanishing foe.

"Valor! Above!" her urgent voice.

A terrifyingly powerful foe, this one going far. Carrying his rage for years, an opportunity coming to him. The offspring of the Demon Tyrant, someone surpassing that devil long ago.

Gathering himself, building up over the years. His instance to him, refusing to stop. The deity alarmingly look up, seeing Skrymir descending on him.

That foe striking his fist below, crashing Valor into the ground. Snow rushing high, this crushing impact on him, the god struggling on the land.

"Valor...!" Cyra slowly stepping away.

Her old friend going down, one alone on the field. Her growing unrest, these swirling sentiments within her. An entity relying on her allies, someone wishing to stay away from the battlefield.

These rising sentiments within her, her desire to truly return to those blissful days. The enemy cracking his knuckles, soon facing her. A legend long ago, the greatest of all power, a deity wanting to challenge her.

"Show me the power that fell so many, reveal to me the force that surpassed Odin." His sharp gaze on her.

"I do not wish to battle. This is your only warning, leave at once, and never show your face again." Her cold voice.

Standing on the platform of memories in the darkness, these ill feelings wrapping around her. The Seraph behind her, her precious family there with her. Her gaze to them, their gentle smiles on her.

Her vision ahead, walking down her gleaming road. Shifting to her side, directing her sword at the deity ahead of her. A being opposing her challenges, continuously pressing towards her deepest desire.

"Iconoclast, take note. Even if you do not fight back, I will end you and conquer the Nine Worlds like I intended long ago." Skrymir expanding his arms.

"If that is your choice, then come. I will grasp what I wish for most." Her serious vision.

Never ending torment, her increasing displeasure. These growing sentiments, the Seraph feeling her true desire. Four from her past, her squad with her.

These five bearing witness to her path, watching her run down her direction. Skrymir stepping forward, remembering the demon sword Lævateinn at his neck. That powerless moment, an even greater foe in front of him.

The intensifying blizzard, his serious vision on her. One from the deepest abyss, her soul refusing to remain quiet. Stepping onto the surface, trying to stifle these emotions within her.

Her foe appearing before her, his fist closing in. Aiming her sword below, blocking the heavy strike, an immense shockwave tearing through the area.

"Pointless!"

Following up, the deity slipping behind her. Rendering his foot into her rib, this sharp pain to her. The young woman holding her ground, her sharp eyes to her opponent.

Someone from the shadows, her heart steadily returning to the battlefield. Her displeasure for it, her growing rage.

The deity falling to the land, fiercely launching a kick to her face. That harsh impact, sending the devil into the air.

Enduring her pain, her hasty heart. Her eyes on her goal, someone desiring for her old days. These slowly increasing feelings, her will to oppose racing to the surface.

Skrymir appearing high above, their locking visions. That descending enemy, fiercely plunging his foot into her stomach.

The demon's eyes widening in shock, shortly crashing through the mountain. Massive snow rushing down, rocky objects racing below.

The young woman falling far, this powerful foe to her. These chains binding her in the shadows, her vision on the slimmest light.

Seeing her days from the past, reaching for them. Shortly hitting a lake afar, sinking below the surface. Slowly regaining her senses, her rising sentiments.

From the depths, bleeding red eyes revealing out of the darkness. Skrymir colliding a fierce kick into her, piercing the area. The water splashing high, liquid walls on both sides.

Lying on the ground, her stern vision on her approaching enemy. The water flooding in, ice spiraling around Skrymir’s fist.

Crashing his arm into her, his slightly widening gaze. Seeing her fading before his eyes, soon shifting his vision behind. The devil standing on a platform, catching her breath.

An enemy above others, an individual pulling her nature back to the surface. These ill sentiments within her, blackness flowing from her body, a Tyrant slowly awakening.

Her vision on her enemy, his hasty movements. Their connecting assaults, shockwaves ripping through the area. Skrymir shortly landing by a waterfall, the demon on a small footing not far.

"A disappointment I must say. No matter, you will bear witness to this evolution." Folding his arms.

An entity facing the Demon Tyrant long ago, a crushing defeat still with him. Everything slipping away from him, these frustrating sentiments.

Another moment coming, a greater being. A chilling mist circling him, malice merging with the god. His increasing pressure, this staggering force.

Skrymir's expanding form, his body growing larger. The devil's uneasy vision, seeing his ice armor. Those wide muscles, this foe's enormous malevolence and icy energy.

"My desire...I must, but..." Cyra biting her lower lip.

Binding in darkness, her hasty heart. Steadily moving forward, resisting her chains. Her wish inside, yearning for the old days. Her displeasure for the battlefield, yet a reason to take up her arms again.

The Seraph watching her, her precious family there as well. Kain, Rick, Emily, and Martha. The Ice Tyrant standing strong, his sharp vision towards her.

"Remember my name well. Skrymir, now then...time to die!" the vanishing god.

A heart from the past, someone wrapping in the madness again. Her desire to pursue her wish, these increasing emotions. Feeling her approaching enemy, that one appearing in front of her.

His fist closing in, the young woman leaping high above in the last moment. That foe's powerful strike, shattering the platform. Water splashing high into the air, the devil's trembling sight.

Her enemy's pressure to her awareness, the Iconoclast looking ahead. Skrymir rendering his foot into her chest, this great impact on her. That opponent following up, raising his arms.

Colliding his fists across her head, sending the demon crashing into the lake. The young woman sinking below, fishes scattering in every direction. Not letting up, her foe descending on her.

"I have to find a way to slow his movements..." Cyra's unease.