“A remnant of the Old Gods, a mass of resentment, you monster!”
No matter how many times she started over, she could never love a world like this.
Whether betrayed or used, it made no difference.
“You were born to bring misfortune to everyone... Don't resist it. See your role as a killer through to the end...”
The petite girl's blood-red eyes, deep as the abyss, were lifeless as she stared indifferently at the mountains of corpses beneath her feet.
She knew nothing of love, knew nothing of emotion.
Awakening from a thousand years of sleep, she opened her eyes once more in an eternal cycle of reincarnation.
“Don't... leave me.”
She didn't understand... why could someone love her like this? She was nothing but a monster blessed by no one...
Thinking this, the girl tried to lower the enormous scythe stained with blood.
The ties of fate from her previous life, and the changes in this life.
Who... was the one in this world who truly needed to atone?
The girl gave an empty smile. Beneath her doll-like, gloomy face lurked a darkness that chilled the soul.
