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When were they born? Why were they born? The incarnated gods that preside over the Logic of the world were unearthed. The eternal conflict surrounding these gods leads mankind to ask but a single question: Is what guides the world the divinity of the gods, or simply the determination of humanity?

A duo who specialize in the ridding of immortals. They roam the streets, targeting those who would be a threat to humanity. Should an immortal cross paths with them, they will surely be met with a merciless flurry of attacks.

Tiny and fleeting, a life small enough to fit in the center of one's palm, yet certainly alive. Surviving diligently. Its expressions of emotion gently heal her.

A cute girl like yourself deserves to wear cute clothes as well. Will you choose the super frilly, fluffy maid dress? Or perhaps your choice will be the breezy Kaka Clan kigurumi?

Soft and kind, gentle yet warm.

That smile was like the sun in a winter sky, filled with affection.
...Something that was, to him, the sun itself.

A chance meeting for just a single hour, A quiet place, a quiet space. The Huntress and the Young Mistress share a moment most elegant together.

Reloading, from the boundary.

Blue skies! Blue seas!
If it's to go where she is, even a boat like this can be taken without hesitation.
The waves foretell of an adventure, or perhaps...

Seven and Eight, of the Ten Sages of the Mages Association. These two each had their own reasons for joining together. Sure enough, the one who had the last laugh was-

Fighting's not his specialty, but sometimes a guy's gotta do it anyway. This isn't a philosophy, but simply overwhelming straightforwardness. The young man steps up to protect what's important to him--!

If it means I can approach the Doctor Faye-Ling that I admire, I'll gladly accept chores and shopping lists. But it feels like some tasks unrelated to the study of medicine have been mixed in...

Pouring tea of the highest quality is one of the vital duties of a butler. Everything from choosing the tea leaves to managing the heat to letting it cool in the cup are all handled perfectly by Valkenhayn.

Clad in flower petals and the scent of roses, as soft as a gentle breeze... yet a single blow riding this wind will be extremely sharp.

―Well now, would you care to dance with me? Then by all means, do not bore me.

Limit, Limited

The ocean depths among the swaying waves, A world of deep azure lit by rays of sunshine. Beautiful coral, schools of fish, Natural gifts born of this world.

With one blade and this transformed body, no manner of evil shall be allowed to escape. Fell those that deserve to be felled; that unbreakable conviction itself is what continues to hone this body.

That which plucks at everything; that which evades everything: the Shield of Dreams.

No one may trespass on this realm. And were one to attempt to pierce through the shield, something more fearsome than death itself lies in wait.

Suddenly I'm reminded, of those happy memories. Surely, these were the things that the people important to me entrusted to me.

The favorite dish of the man that has set out to fight the "Powers" that hold dominion over the world.

The homeland this body of mine existed for was named Ikaruga. It was beloved by many citizens, it was upheld on the shoulders of many subjects. However, the sun sets upon it, and with that setting sun mine body too burns away. I can only pray that, somehow, our flames will be carried on.

Shaking off indecision, she awakens to true power. She carries the light of judgement. She looks towards unblemished justice. ――Justice upon evil. That form surpasses human reason to divinely soar the skies.

The two standing against each other shall never for a moment give way, as their two opposed blades clash in contention. At the moment of battle's end, what awaits?

That is at once absolute authority and complete domination. The light at her back is dazzling enough to blind, yet her own thoughts remain a mystery...

Homura is still small, still young, but undeniably carries blood linked to nobility, sharing the visage of the former Imperator, Tenjo.

A fatal blow you can't escape.

Just beyond the familiar road to school, it appears: fluffy all over, with a clear gaze, vertical pupils, and a lovable form. Toys were prepared just for this moment. The time he spends engrossed in playing with the cat is a moment of bliss for Naoto.

Everywhere at once, and yet nowhere at all. From the seat of another world's castle, abyssal eyes stare only at the world before them. For eyes that have lived an eternity, just what can be glimpsed from people's actions...?

A hidden ninja of Ikaruga must never miss a day of practice. The goal is, of course, my vision of ultimate coolness that comes from overflowing manliness!
...If Bang thinks he's getting stealthier, it must be his imagination.

Ever bubbling upwards, the breath of life.

Within the light of healing, a blessing.

The knife to be sharpened is one of murderous intent. Harbored in the heart is an undying regret, the unwavering flames of resentment. Chasing his mistakes like a shadow, he was given the name Avenge.

A wanted poster with a bounty on the Grim Reaper.
What an extremely villainous looking man.

For family. For self. For precious friends. With Arcus Diabolus: Bolverk at her side, with an unbending will at her back, she stands on the battlefield.

Pure white and slippery to the touch, smooth yet luxuriously round... Ah, what a beautiful boiled egg.

To that girl who resides in his distant memories, he encourages her passions. Their ideal is one and the same -- To cut away all evil. Stand- He told her. That voice of his, so familiar to someone she knew...

Hidden within the girl's eyes laid the fragment of a memory. Something sad, something warm. Something that, to the girl, could never be replaced. "Never again will I let the people important to me go" With these thoughts empowering her blade, she aims for a new possibility.

Think that road could be a shortcut? Alright, let's give it a shot!
―With a carefree grin, Celica heads down a day-long detour. Those who know her say she must never be left without a map.

Rise, Overflow with power.

A level of violence that, even having self-imposed a limiter, cannot be merely described as an instrument of war. With a hunger that cannot be sated, the mad dog howls again today, craving only combat, combat, and combat.

The normally unkind young vampire lady thinks to herself while dozing on the bed. Those thoughts might be surprisingly honest and pure.

What would normally be a rarely seen, hidden side is to Shiori her usual self. Only the dark of night envelops her body and heart. "...Now then, it's about time to get moving. Better beware of Shiori's poison tonight, too!"

The world- woke up. In a world that had cut itself free of the endless nightmare, only the slight remains of "Possibility" were carried by the breeze.

Setting down her crimson lance, the girl lets her thoughts run wild– Arriving at a transient time in the past, entranced by the fading colors of memory. Eventually, the girl will get back up. Looking for new "encounters" and "opponents" worth defeating.