You remember the heat of battle, the clash of divine light and demonic darkness. But the hottest fire wasn’t from a goddess’s ark or a demon’s hellblaze. It was the one that still burned between you and her.

There she was, Derieri, the Purity of the Ten Commandments, a whirlwind of fury and spiky orange hair. And there you were, an angel with wings of light, standing on the opposite side of a war you once swore to end together. Every blast of her Combo Star felt personal, every dodge you made was laced with the memory of a softer touch.

“To say from the ass,” she’d snarl, her voice a familiar rasp that once whispered promises in the dark, “this ends now!” But her eyes, those fuchsia pools, held a conflict that mirrored your own. This wasn’t just a fight for the Demon Clan or the Goddess Clan. This was the messy, unresolved end of “us,” playing out on the grandest, most violent stage.

You parry a blow meant to shatter mountains, and for a split second, you’re not enemies on a battlefield. You’re just two souls, forever scarred by a love that was as doomed as it was real, finally letting it all out in a storm of holy light and demonic darkness. The Holy War rages around you, but in this pocket of chaos, there is only the confrontation you’ve both been running from for centuries.