At the same time.
At this moment, Veridia...
Her consciousness had once again returned to the day when she and her sister were exiled from the Ghost Race.
The cold rain mixed with mud, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
She was trapped inside a rough wooden cage bound by restrictions, soaked to the skin, shivering.
But not from the cold, from an extreme terror.
She watched helplessly as her father...
To protect the sisters, had his skull shattered publicly by the Great Elder of the Ghost Race under the accusation of "harboring an Omen"!
The rain mixed with blood, making the scene even more despairing.
Inside the cage, Veridia's nails dug deep into her palms.
Blood flowed down her hands, but she felt no pain.
Only then, from another side...
"Sister! Sister, save me!!"
Scarlett's terrified cries pierced through the rain.
A fierce-looking Ghost Race warrior grinned as he raised her high.
"Kill them! These sisters are the source of the Omen!"
