-The bloody dinner, the sickle in the girl's hand, and the unrecognizable corpse.
-The enemy's laughter, the helpless and trembling hands, the erased memory.
-The howling cold wind, the girl's miserable cry, and her tarnished dignity.
The girl whose memory was manipulated by her enemy and her father was wiped out fell into the world of steel shells after dying in the ashes with her enemy.
The butterfly only broke through the fog in front of me, but did not break through all the shackles.
Stubbornly flying towards the free sky, but unexpectedly being dragged to another hell by the shackles left on his body.
Eyes blinded by hatred, hearts torn by betrayal, dignity trampled on at will, gathered together.
Be angry, roar, destroy, kill~~~
"It would be nice to destroy such a world, but it would be boring if it were done too fast. Let's taste despair before destroying it."
The first half of this article is a bit sadistic, but the rest of the article takes a happy path and won't be too heavy.
If you don't like it, you can start reading from the second volume.