A space surrounding the two, its endlessly streaming waves in the void. The purely shining force ahead concentrating, soon revealing six enormous wings.

  A being in silver armor, their wide sword sshing away at the energy, unleashing shockwaves in the area. From in between dimensions, another's calm crimson eyes watching.

  Her long blonde hair tying at the end with a red ribbon, her noble velvet cape stretching down from the lower half of her back.

  "What are you willing to do to achieve your deepest desire?" Cyra folding her arms.

  An individual embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, powerfully proceeding along her direction. Old tales depicting a being opposing others, her wings shackling to the nd.

  Eventually breaking free, spreading them far. The entity soaring above, strongly sounding her soul. One revealing herself at times, bearing witness to the paths of others.

  The maiden's serious eyes on her powerful enemy, feeling their immense pressure. Isa's harshly beating chest, her rising sentiments.

  "There is much you do not know Isa, what lost arts the church commands." The pope's calm tone.

  "It matters not how far I have to go, I will strike down all those in my way towards her." Isa's cold voice.

  One willing to take on a trial, staring down her mighty enemy. Her great desire to bring her companion back to her, refusing to quietly remain.

  Her foe massively expanding their wings, soon bursting through the field. Isa's hasty steps, scraping her katana along the nd.

  Heavily cshing against her opponent, darkness escaping her body. Her bleeding rage intensifying her malice, pushing against her target's shining force.

  "Look at you now, a beast who have fallen to her desires. Your form reflects your tainted soul." The elderly man's stern eyes on her.

  "I am fine with that, if it means Elina can be safe and happy..." Isa's sharp vision.

  A heart strongly proceeding, carrying her ill sentiments in a feverish fire. The maiden enduring the crushing power, shortly feeling her stance break.

  Her opponent striking through, spilling her blood in the distance. Isa withstanding the sharp pain, malice repairing her injuries.

  The young woman instantly turning, flipping high, evading the follow up. Darkness releasing from her right arm, spilling in the void. Immediately smming down into the ptform, spreading her dark waves.

  Azure fmes scorching the realm, sending bck spikes at her target. The enemy raising their sword, crashing it down. Shattering her assault, dark blue particles floating in the air.

  "You may have become a demon, but the power you possess is nothing in comparison to this art." The pope gesturing his hand to her.

  "I will not be silenced here, mark my words." Her strict eyes on him.

  A devil rising to her challenge, refusing to remain quiet. Her desire to save one, releasing the bck force from her soul. The foul energy unsettling the elderly man, the person feeling her terrifying strength.

  The angelic being bursting to the air, raising their bde above. Harshly unleashing their shining divinity, running it along the length of their sword, stretching it far.

  "You will not withstand this Isa, I will make sure of it." The pope's serious eyes on her.

  "No...this will not quell my rage." Her cold voice.

  Two meeting underneath the crimson light, a chance encounter intertwining their lives. A friendship leading to something more, releasing the deep emotions in her soul.

  The maiden's defeat leading to her companion's shackles, a bright girl washing away in a miserable realm.

  Isa carrying her sentiments, locking onto her opponent in the air. Watching them unleash the massive pure assault, wrapping her in their divinity.

  The young woman harshly dispying her darkness, leaping into its white void. Cutting her way through, reaching for one at the end of the nightmare.

  Shortly appearing above her enemy, blood flowing from her body. Harshly kicking her target to the ground, diving to them in her fury. A surprising development, the elderly man watching her colliding into her opponent.

  Azure fmes surrounding them, crashing her sword into the entity in a flurry of strikes. Quickly piercing through them, homing in from behind.

  Isa flipping forward, smming her bde down into the angelic being. The maiden powerfully releasing her negativity, incinerating them in her frenzy.

  A heart treading down her path, withstanding the agony on her body. The clearing smoke in the area, the young woman's cw sinking into the being's skull. An individual devouring them, pulling their divine power into her body.

  The demon soon standing, lowering her head, gring at the pope. Her slow steps towards him, soon dashing to him, furiously grabbing his head with her cw.

  "Elina...she did so much for you people, and you turn around and stab her in the back..." Isa's cold voice to him.

  "I--it was all for the ideal!" his clear fear.

  "Who's ideal?! That damn man Armand?! For the pain you people have brought on her, I will harshly return it." The maiden gring at him.

  A devil speaking her soul, dispying the agony in her. Malice slowly repairing her wounds, unveiling the depths of her devotion. The young woman crushing down on his skull, hearing his scream in the endless space.

  Shortly spilling crimson in the distance, his lifeless body falling below. The shifting realm, Isa returning to the cathedral. The quiet pce around her, an azure flower by her foot.

  The demon kneeling to it, soon touching it. Her eyes on the disintegrating object, watching its blue light wrap around her, hearing a precious voice.

  I...don't know where I am. The further I go along, the more frightening it is, but more than anything. Isa, I wish to have you with me again, I want our lives to go back to how it was...

  Darkness surrounding the maiden, revealing Elina alone in a room. Chains binding them to the wall, her clothes in a mess. The person's weak eyes above, looking to a small light shining in.

  "Isa...I'm scared. You will somehow come, right...?" her teary tone.

  Her companion's simple wish, the person sobbing in the quiet area. Those taking them away to a far off pce, preparing the girl to be a sacrifice. Isa standing up, reaching for her partner.

  The shortly fading scene, Isa returning to the cathedral. An individual feeling Elina's anguish, the fear eating away at them, the maiden worrying about the pure one.

  "Elina...I am sorry that I could not be there. That you were caught up in this..." Isa lowering her head, gripping her arms.

  Zeke standing from afar, his uncertainty on the occurrence. The young man soon running up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Isa looking back to him, her distant vision on him.

  Both shortly racing out the building, passing the fires scorching the city, their eyes on the church members desperately trying to quell the situation.

  The two moving through the shadows underneath the bleeding light, making their escape into the dusk. The demon's desire to save her companion, wishing to relish in the moon's light with them again.

  Elina, you are a strong person, much more than I am. Please hold on, I am coming like I should have. Those old days, they will become a reality again...