This land ravaged by war seemed to have been utterly forgotten by the entire world.
The man leaning on a long spear stared blankly ahead, leading an equally bewildered girl, staggering step by step through scorched earth and ruins.
The Battle Armor on his body still faintly bore traces of former majesty, a blood-colored Cloak swaying in the wind behind him; that spear which should have been able to cleave mountains and rivers was, at this moment, being used as a crutch to support his body.
The girl at his side was tall and slender; beneath her waiter's uniform was a neat set of tight black clothes.
One of her hands clutched his arm in a death grip, the other dragged a blood-stained Longsword; she followed half a step behind, treading precisely on his shadow, as if that were her only coordinate in this strange world.
