* * *
A moment ago.
Buried beneath the soil, a skeletal head suddenly emerged from the ground. The skeleton looked around for a moment before raising her head toward the dark sky above and sighed mentally.
The skeleton was Isabella.
It had already been more than two weeks since she returned from the Netherworld. For someone like Isabella, who had spent decades wandering through the Netherworld, such a period should have been insignificant, as she had long stopped paying attention to individual days.
Yet now, she found herself feeling that days were longer than weeks, and weeks were longer than months. It was a rather strange experience.
Of course, Isabella couldn't entirely be blamed for feeling this way. After surviving death and somehow retaining her consciousness, she had only possessed a few goals.
Return to Aurora.
Take revenge on those responsible for her death.
And, if possible, find a way to continue living.
