Exile the Wind of the World

If you woke up with the phantom pain of being shot through by a loved one in your chest, holding a stringless bow like a murderous weapon in your hand, and a sticky fluorescent flesh exuding a rotten sweet smell and coveting your body was rushing towards you from the shadows... What would you choose? Loretta Cecilia chose the latter. She, a soul from another world, inherited the broken memories and deadly mysteries of the original owner. Lorela Cecilia, that undefinable "thing" wanted to occupy her body. They were supposed to fight to the death, but in the chaotic collision of consciousness, a truce agreement was reached strangely, and they became strange sisters who shared the same body. Loretta struggled to adapt to the rules of the other world, trying to teach her "sister" who only knew how to eat raw, had a bad temper, and had misaligned facial features when she transformed, to be like a "human". Warmth is just a fragile bubble. The power that supports the world is both the source of magic and the life-destroying poison. Unhealable wounds leave the world in pieces. Was the arrow that the old father shot into his own heart the most tender murder given to his daughter in despair? Or is an unspeakable heavy mission deeply embedded in your own destiny? Like her father himself, all that was left to her was the burning scar. The breath of the world is approaching step by step, and she feels the coldness of the life source. The road is long and rugged, and the end may be the starting point. This time, it is her turn to draw the bowstring full, turning life, bonds and all questions into arrows, shooting in the direction that has been destined for a long time. She is not alone. Her arrows carry the will of the sisters and the never-ending wind blowing from outside the world.