A realm overcoming their hardships, forcing onward in unity in terrible times. A devil from a lawless world, seeing its terrible display. Another place filling her with hope, someone wishing for a moment of change in her own. That time steadily coming, her actions slowly reshaping it. The two companions eyes on the town, Reize bursting with life.

Some deteriorating buildings, the murky streets. The clean air around them, these many happy people. Those aware on someone from the heavens descending, a great being banishing the threats in the eternal dusk. Cyra and Valor soon standing in front of Raphael and Lucia's statue, these two friends.

"I continuously wonder if things could have gone differently." Cyra sadly resting her hand on her chest.

A devil racing through the night, opposing her many challenges. Ending two lives, those two close dragons. Her small action for them, bringing them together in death. Glancing to her right, Raphael and Lucia faintly smiling at her. Their eyes shortly on one another, soon fading away. Valor looking away a bit, his hand behind his head.

"That is simply it when it comes to war, it was a lose-lose situation." His low tone.

A great war tearing through the mortal realm, a hopeless night sinking into many. One from the deepest abyss steadily emerging, scarring their sentiments into the enemies within the terror.

A soft heart withstanding the damage on her psyche, enduring the agony on her body. Someone pushing forward, shouting her soul. Cyra taking hold of her partner's hand, their eyes soon to the other. This new future to them, countless possibilities in their hands.

"Come on, what has been done is within the past. Let us continue on with our day." Her soft smile to him.

The demon's many actions from the past, someone choosing to become the true enemy. An individual's deep hatred, treading on the domain of the gods. Her confrontation with the All-Father, scarring her sentiments into the worlds. A war costing her much, breaking her psyche. These experiences with her, a person pressing through reality again.

Her companion returning a similar smile, nodding his agreement. Cyra shifting her attention onward, seeing a boy around the age of ten in front of her. The small one curiously looking up at her, his image reflecting Argent. Shortly releasing her partner's hand, kneeling to the child. Valor's gentle smile, folding his arms.

"Something wrong?" Cyra's soft voice.

"Are you on leave? There aren't many girls in the army." Propping his arms behind his head, grinning at her.

A devil sinking in an endless abyss, her shaky wings unable to take flight. Someone continuously fighting in the past, walking along her lonely path. Carrying her despair, sounding her voice. Her companion diving in, bringing many with him. Their hands reaching for her, guiding her towards her light. A person keeping her armor on her, sentiments still branding within her.

"I suppose you can say I am on leave at the moment. Do you wish to join the army one day?" her gentle tone, slightly smiling at him.

One treading in the farthest abyss, memories eternally engraving in her. Eventually spreading her wings, shattering her shackles. The demon taking flight, scaling heights far above. No matter, their true presence remaining at the depths, shielding themselves from the harsh reality. The boy lowering his arms, excitement from him.

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"Yeah! How is it out there anyway? There are so many new places to see." Curiously touching his chin.

An abomination born underneath the crimson light, the moon eternally becoming red. That demon engaging in countless battles, her deep torture.

Running along her route, grasping the slimmest light, forever becoming the true enemy. Her expression changing a bit, the boy noticing her shifting mood. Her gentle hand on his head, a small one unable to grasp the full severity of his words.

"The battlefield is not to be easily taken. No matter which side you are on, no one truly wins." Her calm voice.

Many aiming for her life, a curse giving her an ill hand. A person resisting it, carving forward her own path. Two from different worlds long ago, a devil ascending to the heavens, confronting a goddess.

His defeat leading to something more, that being grabbing hold of their falling hand, forming a bond with them. Their child bearing a great weight, bringing down countless in her way.

"What do you mean...?" the boy tilting his head in confusion.

"To achieve one's desire, you will have to crush another. There is no right or wrong, but where you choose to align yourself. Still, there are many places to see." Her faint smile to him.

Her countless encounters in the past, everyone reaching after their dream. Clashing her own against them, surpassing her many challenges. Each believing in their own path, reaching for the smallest light. Blood painting the lands, sorrow branding on innumerable souls. The boy thinking on her message, understanding a bit.

"There is no point in trying to be a hero. Think sensibly, and survive, survival is what matters on the battlefield. Forge bonds with your companions, and push through the sorrow. There is a lot of pain on the way, but also many wonderful times. Simply live." Lowering her hand, soon standing up.

"Right!" he agrees.

A soul staining in corruption, constantly hostile to others. Many coming in, bringing light into her small world. These valuable individuals, the young woman cherishing them.

A person carrying their hopes and dreams, her selfish direction benefiting countless. Cyra walking past the boy, Valor following behind her. The demon's ringing words within the god and child, the small one's eyes towards her.

Those companions soon finding themselves at a shop with many merchandises, the woman behind the counter looking at them, catching the quality ribbon on the devil. The demon's hand to her chin, her vision on the items, nothing taking her interest.

"That ribbon ma'am, wherever was it obtained?" the person resting her hand on her chest.

Their visions to the woman, someone spotting valuable treasures, a talent guiding them through their lives. A present from the old days, the young woman patiently waiting on another.

Her disappointment in his retreat, yet giving him room. Eventually pushing a bit more, her companion meeting her, proving himself in a True Devil's battle. Words once in a lock coming free, setting their lives in a new direction together.

"This ribbon originated from a long forgotten village, perhaps around twenty-five hundred years ago." Cyra's hand on her waist.

Two venturing to Midgard in the past, an illness coming over the demon. Her companion taking her to a village, giving her a meaningful gift. A place holding good memories with her, those flowing sentiments in the old days. The woman stepping back a bit, her surprise at its age. Someone casually wearing it out in the open, risking its attention.

"That is quite old. In this day and age, something like that might even be worth millions." Folding her arms.

An invaluable object to her, her old friend's present to her long ago. Keeping those memories with her, finally able to truly wear it again. Her despair in the past, hiding the item from one. Holding in her sentiments, eventually forcing forward, shouting her soul.

"I am well aware, and maybe if I was not adept in battle, then certainly wearing it will be foolish. Though, there is little need for concern." Assuring the woman.

An individual brightly smiling again, relishing in her current life with another. Her displeasure for the battlefield, yet many lessons branding on her. Experiences leading to her result, those countless linking events. The young woman leisurely chatting with the shopkeeper, all the while, Valor touching everything on display.

"Oh? So a date? Must be the perfect time to be back from deployment." The woman smiling, gripping her arms.

"Yes, it is." Cyra pleasantly resting her hand on her chest.