Stealthy journey.
Without destination.
Only the slaughter repressed by calm.
For years, this figure has slain through the Blood Burial Ground into the Abandoned Lands, and from the Abandoned Lands into Rakshasa Prison, walking the path of slaughter.
The path of slaughter is difficult.
The white robes she wore have been changed countless times.
Her delicate body has sustained countless injuries.
Even her flowing hair, disrupted by numerous life-and-death battles, became uneven, each strand telling the perilous tale of a near beheading.
Yet...
The white veil remains.
The heart of strength remains.
The figure in her mind remains.
This figure has allowed her countless escapes from near death, countless victories over strong foes, letting her face collapse-inducing despair with a calm demeanor...
Even when she couldn't hold on, sobbing and ready to give up this path of slaughter, this figure brought her comfort, care, and encouragement.
