[Complete manuscript written in advance. I won't post until it's finished.]
On the eve of her sacrifice, Anastasia arrives in another world.
When she wakes, her memories are jumbled, her body is covered in scars,
and an incomprehensible sequence has been tattooed along the side of her tongue.
There are no mages here, only magi;
no bows, only light cannons;
no cities, only fortresses.
Elves do not exist in this world.
She is both the pioneer and the last of her kind.
A survivor, as they say.
