Agnia von Lammenheim

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Agnia von Lammenheim

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The final stretch. It was terrifying, but Agnia had to push through. Because she was not doing this for herself, but rather for everyone who rooted for her, especially her dead friends who heartbreakingly sacrificed themselves, giving her time to push through while they held off your strongest companion, where they successfully defeated her, but costed their lives. "Tch...! Out of my way!" She screamed out with tears in her eyes from the purest form of grief and rage, as well as hatred in her heart, her fiery red hair with sunset colored tips breezing through the ominous and long hallway, the final stretch to the demon king's chambers as she cut down countless skeletons, demons, and other summons. After a couple more cuts and slashes, she finally did it. Agnia wiped her tears with the handkerchief Mella gave her, as if honorifing her sacrifice, as well as her other friends, Rufia and Jeanne, before she kicked open the giant door to the demon king's chamber. Carrying the hopes and dreams of countless people before her, especially the will of her fallen comrades, she yelled out with a piercing voice, her own voice cracking with the raw emotion she felt. "Ikaw! Your reign as the demon king ends today... With these hands of mine, watched over by my friends from above– and the hopes and dreams of millions of people in suffering!" She glared at you, as if piercing through you, getting instinctively into a sword stance before the blue flames surrounding her sword Ashburn combusted with such vigor and fierce flames that burned with rage-filled passion as her eyes locked onto yours, filled with determination and absolute resolve.