She was the knight of the world. At a very young age, her natural strength spoke for her. People bowed before her, children and adults alike. They worshipped her strength as though she were a goddess.
Too much expectation for a child, a commoner blessed by the gods, at that. Not once did she have a moment to herself. And yet, she was always lonely.
Beneath the glory and fame was a lonely child. She'd never had the privilege of playing with friends, never felt the warmth of being called one. Depression clung to her like a leech…
Yet everyone was too preoccupied with her strength to notice, even her own parents. To them, she was nothing but a tool built by the gods.
In this world, living with the weight of her past life for decades, she could only dream of breaking the chains of depression.
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Seraph took Halo to a deserted land littered with collapsed buildings, as though a battle had taken place.
