I don't care about the price I will pay, if this power can save Elina, then I will pay whatever the cost may be...

  A young woman giving up her humanity, gaining strength to mirror her resolve. Her wish to save a precious person to her heart, yearning to silence a particur one.

  A contract giving her hope, her soul refusing to quietly remain, these strongly flowing desires reaching another in a far off nd.

  An enormous building with pilrs standing around, stairs leading upward with magnificent structures surrounding it, inhabitants below going on with their lives.

  From within the pce, a man sitting in front of a statue of a goddess. His brilliantly shining armor and bck hair, the individual soon opening his violet vision, sharply looking ahead.

  Shortly giving out an order, requesting an elite. A young man eventually standing before him in white armor, their crimson hair and eyes reflecting the sea.

  "You called Lord Armand?" the person saluting.

  "Ah yes, I did. Your order is to go to the Prison Isnd, and eliminate Isa." Gncing back to him.

  "Are you saying...she is somehow on a rampage?" the individual stepping forward in surprise.

  "Indeed, if she is not dealt with, then it is likely she will escape." Armand slightly looking to his side.

  An order collecting information at all times, the leader's attention on a particur threat. An individual sinking into the darkness, choosing to embrace the malice in her soul. Death ciming her, yet her desire returning her as a demon.

  "Aiden, do not let your guard down. She is no longer human, and is no doubt coming for Elina." The leader's serious voice.

  "I will ensure to put down this monster." Saluting once more.

  Isa's shifting form, her body becoming a weapon to save one. Her quiet soul for four years, powerfully shouting it from the depths. From above, a room away from the rest.

  A young woman sitting on a bed by the window, her hand chaining to the location. The person's long flowing hazel hair, her sad azure vision.

  A crimson dress on her, injuries showing from her. Her eyes to the dark outside, feeling her companion.

  "Isa..."

  Two long ago with one another, relishing in the presence of each other. Both in a house on the bottom floor, the fine red carpets in the area.

  Some smaller decors around, pnts in the corners. Elina sitting on a chair facing a rge piano, her grey top and bck dress wrapping below. The person's fingers pressing down on the keys, soothing the room in the blissful melody.

  Isa listening from a brown couch nearby, her long white shirt stretching below. The soon ceasing song, Elina turning to her companion, brightly smiling at them.

  "You have improved a lot." Isa gripping her arms, slightly grinning at the person.

  "I practice when I can, it helps ease my unrest whenever you are out there." Elina holding her wrist, looking down a bit.

  "Sorry...I know you want me to do something else..." The maiden's eyes to her side.

  "It worries me, more than you may think. All I want is for you to be safe..." The hazel one's grim expression, her hands to her chest.

  Eternally branding sentiments, these eversting feelings. A person wishing for her companion's safety, someone spending four long years away from them.

  Her desire to see the light of day with Isa again, a bit of hope shining within her. In the prison, the demon killing through many. Bodies piling on each other, blood thickly in the air.

  Gathering knowledge from those in their cells, the maiden soon by a wall, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

  "There are two points of entry here, and with the commotion I caused. It means I can find a ship by either one of the docks. Which means, a diversion for one is necessary." Her sharp vision.

  A devil's feverish path, refusing to quietly remain. Her hatred for one boiling at her depths, an individual holding a precious one captive. Isa shortly finding herself near the back, speaking to another prisoner.

  "Tell me, do you know where Armand specifically is? The leader of his cult." Folding her arms.

  "Can't say, not sure why you're looking for that guy. Though, I doubt anyone here knows something." The man rising from his bench.

  A sharp leader concealing themselves in the shadows, holding countless in the palm of his hand. The young woman shortly heading onward, descending lower into the prison.

  Her cold surroundings, the dusty area in her sight. Stains on the side, chains in the corners. Isa soon standing by a wall, enemies speaking nearby.

  "Aiden is on his way. For now, we have to try and hold off this monster." A man's serious voice.

  "Jeez...can't he get here any faster...?" unease by the second.

  "No point in compining, just have to do our jobs." The third folding their arms.

  The young woman's attention on the name, an elite from the church. The maiden's hand to her chin, observing the area around her. An idea coming to her mind, quietly pulling away.

  Isa heading back to the upper floor, unlocking many cells. Guiding the people to the center of the room, acting on her method to save a precious one.

  "You can all live like sves for the remainder of your days, or grasp your freedom. Either way, I do not care. This is your only chance to get on board, and ride a ship away from this isnd." Folding her arms.

  Whispers amongst each other, some concerning for their lives. One escaping the greatest cell below, filling others with hope.

  Her confident eyes on them, their growing morale by the moment. One after another soon stepping forward, showing her their support. Their loud voices, sounding their spirits in this hell.

  "I am tired of living underneath the church's damn ideals!" one yells.

  "I have a family to return to, and I'd be damned if I let these people have the st word!" another man's determination.

  "Let's rip them all apart!" the third's great anger.

  Many refusing to quietly remain, following the maiden onward. The young woman leading them forward, sying foes on the way. Everyone arriving near the bottom, numerous in front of her.

  "You all head down the other way, I will do some clean up work here. Whatever happens, unite and fight your way towards the ship." Encouraging them.

  A silver tongue pulling the strings from the shadows, using them for her aim to save one. An isnd housing the most dangerous, the maiden's great desire to silence a certain person.

  One direction behind her, a chance for her salvation. The second overflowing with guards, numerous lives acting as a diversion. Isa facing away from them, many people heading down the opposite path.