Isa walking forward, her powerfully burning resolve. Eventually stepping onto the bottom floor, one from the past standing in front of the rge metal door.

  "Isa..." Aiden's distant voice.

  Echoing screams sounding in the pce, the young man's grim expression on her. The maiden moving onward, her vision from one end to the next.

  Pathways leading higher, enemies elsewhere at the moment. Two soon standing from a distance, their eyes on each other. Aiden holding the back his head, looking down a bit.

  Those once underneath the same guidance, yet their diverging roads. The person still acknowledging her, sadness filling him, trying to understand her reason.

  "Isa...you used to be one of our best. Look at you now, choosing to become a demon..." Gripping his arm.

  "I will do anything for Elina, even if it means changing my body." Folding her arms.

  "And what would Elina think seeing you like this?!" swinging out his hand, his attention on her.

  "She might not approve, but she will understand. I know her better than anyone..." Isa's hand to her chest, slightly looking away.

  Blissful old days to the two, both wanting it again. Their paths in different directions, the young woman's great determination to press forward.

  A devil sughtering many in her path, one obstacle remaining in her way to her freedom. The two bursting through the field, sparks flying into the air.

  Aiden pushing her back through the field, Isa bending backward, her enemy's sword narrowly missing her head.

  Quickly falling below, swiftly sweeping her foot across the ground, knocking her opponent off-bance. The young man touching down, hastily moving away, soon nding from afar.

  "You have improved, call me surprised." His firm stance.

  "Four years here will do quite a bit." Rising to her feet.

  "Isa...all I can do now, is move forward on my own path." His grim vision on her.

  "Same here..." Her low tone.

  Both originally on the same line, circumstances separating them from one another. Each proceeding in their own way, their bdes standing in opposition.

  Malice secreting from the maiden, these feverishly flowing sentiments. Isa striking down, unleashing darkness. Aiden slicing through it, quickly dashing to her.

  Two friends racing in the abyss, crashing their weapons against the other's own, their powerfully sounding soul.

  Isa lowering herself, evading an attack. The maiden hastily slipping around him, heavily colliding her katana into his weapon. The great force crushing him, sending him sliding back on his feet.

  "Your imprisonment was for taking up your bde against Lord Armand. I couldn't believe it when I heard, I thought you had a proper reason. Yet, it was just to take his position." Sadly looking to his side.

  "So, that is the lie they are giving you huh..." Lowering her head.

  "Enough Isa, you have already shamed us enough." The young man stepping forward, his fist to his chest.

  One opposing their leader, her defeat crumbling her world. Everything slipping out of her hands, Armand's lie to the public. A man covering his tracks underneath his leadership, pressing down on many with his thumb.

  The young woman's great determination, refusing to remain quiet. Her desire to save an innocent girl from being a sacrifice, little time with her.

  Isa's quick steps, revealing the bdes from her shoes. The maiden spinning through, rapidly colliding her kicks into his weapon. Pushing him back throughout the field, feeling her immense collisions.

  The person hastily moving to the side, rushing at her with his sword. A demon losing everything, falling into the depths. One standing at the top, pinning her as an enemy. Elina in their grasp, these obstacles in her way.

  A heart's deep wish, hitting aside the young man's weapon. The maiden closing the distance, plunging her cw into his chest.

  Smming him into the wall, breaking apart the area. Isa shortly releasing him, watching him fall to his knee.

  "Isa...I still, want to believe you are still in there..." Blood streaming from his mouth.

  "Leave Aiden..." The maiden turning from him, her hand on her waist.

  The young man weakly looking at her, someone far away from his grasp. An individual devoting herself, reaching heights far beyond others.

  His admiration for her, constantly trying to meet her line. Isa helping him through his troubles, her kindness reflecting to the current day.

  Aiden looking down a bit, casting a spell. A pentagram circling around him, shining brighter by the moment. The person soon disappearing, leaving behind a white light.

  "Still troublesome...even now..." Isa gncing behind, faintly smiling.

  A church turning friends against each other, concealing their intentions in the shadows. A lie filling many minds, countless believing in their savior. Isa's hand to her chest, steeling her resolve.

  A former member putting together some pieces, the weird disappearances leading to the Temple of Seres. The maiden walking towards the door, soon standing in front of it.

  Her eyes to an azure flower at her side, a strange occurrence in the prison. The demon kneeling to it, touching the object.

  Its steadily breaking form, surrounding her in a blue radiating energy. A familiar voice speaking, hearing her partner's anguish.

  This prison...they said you are here Isa. It is so painful, torturous. Being here, unable to see you. I wish...there is some way to free you. Please...be safe...

  A pure person's heart, hoping for their companion's safety. The flowing blue energy, manifesting the past before the demon.

  Her eyes on Armand and a few guards leading Elina forward in chains, the pure one's clear injuries in her brown dress.

  Isa soon standing up, clenching her hand into a fist. These ill sentiments within her, lowering her head. The fading force shortly leaving her alone in the area, sparking great rage within her.

  The demon shortly walking forward, pushing open the door. Hastily moving her feet, running through the storming night.

  The devil racing along the wood bridge, soon leaping onto the massive vessel nearby. Some enemies leaving the prison, seeing the ship sail off.

  Isa stepping up to the railing, resting her hands on it, her vision to the foes standing at the edge of the docks.

  Elina...I am coming. Armand will suffer for what he has done to you, and we will have our happy days again...