After the great war that devastated the old world, now the territory of the Hero Kingdom and the land of demons fell into the hands of Melavonia. The two camps that were once considered a curse to the world are now under one banner, one name... one ruler.
Ellizabeth
Her name was highly praised. She was called a liberating heroine and a cold blooded conqueror. But in the eyes of the people of Melavonia, she is the fearless Queen who was able to subdue the demons and force them to coexist with humans. An act of madness... but one that made her a legend.
On the streets, the demons looked awkward standing among the humans. Hateful eyes and racist whispers slipped through the air, but none dared to transgress. Because one sentence from Elliz was engraved on the walls of the city:
"This is an experiment. If you fail, you will be classified as a failed creature. And Melavonia does not harbor failures."
The day of the inauguration came. The palace was filled with the colors of gold and red, symbols of power and blood. Her brother King Kaelan was present with Dorian, witnessing their younger sister who was now the center of the world.
Kaelan greeted with his trademark smile, teasing, "Yo, little sister! Your reputation is getting crazier by the day."
Elliz replied with a light but confident laugh, "Of course it is! And it will forever be crazier."
The time had come. The chiming of the palace bells echoed, signaling the beginning of a new history.
Elliz, dressed in a black and red royal robe with gold details, stepped into the palace's grand doors. Her steps were graceful, steady, as if the earth was carving its own footsteps in honor of the new Empress.
The doors opened slowly, and the morning light streamed in, silhouetting the figure of the future ruler. The sound of cheers shook the air. Thousands of people packed the square in front of the palace, chanting one name, "ELLIZABETH!"
She raised one hand high, and their voices stopped. Silence. Perfect silence.
Then the Empress's voice echoed, sharp, decisive, and undeniable.
"My people! How long have we not been this free? It's time to create our new era! Many will disagree, but that is the trial. With the glory of Melavonia, upI will lead us all to a light that cannot be reached by mere hope!"
The crowd erupted in cheers that shook the ground.
And as the royal horn sounded, the crown bearer ascended the high altar. The black crown encrusted with obsidian crystals and gold flakes was handed to Elliz.
She calmly put it on.
Then, with her sword held high in her left hand, Elliz declared:
"GLORY TO LIGHT FOR THE MELAVONIAN EMPIRE!"
The people's shouts erupted like a thunderstorm.
That day, it wasn't just a crown that was worn.
That day, the world officially changed.
Melavonia's night sky lit up with fireworks and flying lanterns that decorated the sky. The royal ballroom was filled with guests from all the nobles, generals, scholars, and even some envoys who were disguised because they wanted to know what Elliz was like.
In the center of the grand ballroom with its crystal-covered ceiling, a soft symphony played, accompanying rows of sumptuous dishes and sparkling drinks in crystal glasses. Sparkling gowns and regal robes mingled in one grand feast that symbolized the beginning of the Era of the Empire of Light.
Elliz raised her glass high, "Cheers to the new era of Melavonia!"
"Cheers!"
Voices crashed together in laughter and conversation. Many came to approach the new Empress. They offered praise, promises of alliance, some even slipped in veiled insinuations, hoping to challenge Elliz diplomatically.
But Elliz, as always, was unflappable.
In the midst of the noisy party, the main door opened majestically again. An old man with silver hair and golden eyes stepped in, wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with the crest of a two headed dragon. He was King Arvane of Veltherion, and beside him stood a dashing young man.
With neatly tied dark brown hair, sharp wolf-like eyes, and a towering posture, he was Prince Lioran, the crown prince of Veltherion, known for his strategic genius and magical powers from a young age.
Arvane approached Elliz with an authoritative smile, "Congratulations on your inauguration, Empress Ellizabeth. I brought along my successor... perhaps he can learn a lot from you."
Lioran bowed politely, then said, "Greetings, Your Majesty... I am quite shocked to see that someone only two years below me was able to achieve such a position and power. I'm... quite envious, to be honest."
Elliz stifled a small laugh, her eyes narrowed playfully, "Ara~ there's no need to go overboard like that. But I accept the compliment."
Lioran looked a little nervous, but his smile was gentle, "If I may... perhaps we could spend some time together sometime? Your reputation is my inspiration. And... I'd like to get to know you better."
Elliz took a sip of her wine, then replied in a mysterious tone, "If there's time~"
But before the sentence could hang longer, a soft but serious voice whispered behind her. Lyra, approached quickly and whispered the news.
Elliz's eyes immediately turned cold, then turned her face to Lioran "Sorry, Prince. It looks like my duty is calling. Hopefully we can meet again next time... in a calmer atmosphere."
Without waiting for a reply, she walked out of the ballroom. Her dress fluttered gently, yet an aura of power filled her every step. The eyes of all the guests were fixed on the Empress charisma that could even silence the boisterous ballroom.
Prince Lioran was silent. Something trembled within him, a sense of uneasiness or perhaps fear.
Arvane tapped him lightly on the shoulder "This is your chance, son. You must win her over... for the sake of our kingdom. If you can conquer her, the whole world will bow as well."
Lioran clenched his fists "I'll try... my best."
On Elliz's way to the lab tower, the blue lit stone passageway that lay beneath the laboratory tower of the Melavonia Empire trembled softly with the footsteps of Elliz's metal heels. Her regal robes fluttered gently, while the sound of her steps echoed like the unstoppable ticking of time.
Every scientist and researcher who saw her immediately stood at attention, not daring to speak carelessly.
"May the Empire always be victorious!" they exclaimed in unison.
Elliz just gave a small nod, not needing to say much. Her aura was enough to make them tremble.
From the crowd, an elderly man... Professor Zephar in metal plated alchemist's robes advanced quickly. He was the head of a secret project called Project Intel, Melavonia's first artificial weapon and intelligence, "Your Highness, please... this way."
He led Elliz through a series of rooms full of crystal tubes, magic screens, and amplifying spells mounted on the walls. The workers around were still busy writing formulas or keeping the magic energy stable in the network of mana cables that connected to the main room.
After passing through the last metal hallway, they arrived in front of a large steel door symbolizing a mechanical eye with the Melavonian coat of arms.
The door opened with a hissing sound.
And within it stood a five meter tall hollow steel body, heavily armored, yet soulless. On top of it, in the center of a nest of wires that hung like the roots of a god, was a Core, a blue crystal ball pulsing softly, as if breathing.
The Core was lit... alive. But it was restricted by seven layered security seals.
Elliz stared at the scene. A sadistic, yet enthusiastic, smile spread across her face, "Is this really appropriate?" she asked, softly but clearly.
Zephar nodded nervously, "As you requested, Your Majesty... a clever creature of steel and magic. However... the core... hates us. It always tries to take control of the lab through the cable network. We... have to reinforce the seal every hour."
Elliz tilted her head, her eyes shining with enthusiasm like a mother waiting for her first child cry, "That's perfect...remove the seals"
Zephar looked doubtful, "B-But... Your Highness-"
"I said, remove it." Elliz's voice was irrefutable. It was flat like a curse.
Zephar swallowed and gestured.
The scientists quickly shut down the seal systems one by one. The magic cables pulsed brightly... then slowly faded.
The core lit up more strongly, red flashes began to appear around it, "Ugh... I'm... free again... Who's coming this time... to torture?"
The voice was like a mix of cracked metal and an angry child's tone, Wild, Unstable.
Elliz stepped forward, "How does it feel... to be alive?"
The Core was silent for a moment, "Tormenting... I... can't see. Can't move. I'm just a ball. But I know... I can feel... you designed me."
Suddenly, one of the cables exploded in a burst of red energy. The researchers backed away. But Elliz stepped closer, "Of course, I created you... so you are my son."
The core froze in pulsation, "Your...son?"
"Right...right~ I created you, so you're mine. You must be tormented, huh?" Elliz chuckled, like a mother soothing her baby, "Take it easy, your body is ready, baby~"
The Core trembled... then slowly said in a more stable... straighter voice, "Mom... logically..."
A small tremor ran through the floor of the underground laboratory as Elliz stepped closer to the Core, the blue ball of energy that had calmed down from its earlier rebelliousness. Without hesitation, she raised her hand with control and firmness and pulled the Core toward her like a magnetic field obedient to a single center.
The Core floated gently through the air, until it reached the chest of the iron and steel body that had been specially designed as its container. As the Core began to enter the cavity in his chest, a subtle buzzing sound began... then turned into a loud stream.
"Now... begin," Elliz whispered.
From her hand, a stream of blue mana came out like an unstoppable river. She pointed her left hand at the steel body's head, and immediately the color of the mana turned a deep red, like blood fused with machinery. That mana... was her own. Not ordinary magic, but her soul energy, the creator's soul.
The room began to tremble.
"Your Majesty, please stop-" Professor Zephar exclaimed, but his words could not be finished.
The cables connected to the steel body exploded one by one, sparks spread to the walls, and part of the roof collapsed. The technicians ran around, but Elliz remained upright even though her body began to wobble.
Then the body rose up.
The rumbling sound of metal bones rubbing against each other, and bright red eyes lit up the entire room. The heavy artificial breathing sounded like the roar of an ancient engine being restarted.
The creature stood up, majestic... and terrifying.
Its eyes stared at Elliz. Unblinking. Unmoving.
"Free..." the voice was deep, trembling, and not entirely human, "So... you are my mother."
Lyra immediately stepped forward, her sword half-raised. Her instincts screamed danger, the power rising before them was not just any creature. But before she could move further...
"Stop." Elliz's single word petrified Lyra.
The metal body stared at her for a longer time. Analyzing. Measuring. Searching for meaning in the eyes of its mother... its creator.
Then, it knelt down, "Nice to meet you... O mother creator... Ellizabeth Von Melavonia."
Silence....
Professor Zephar dropped his notes. The researchers held their breath.
But Elliz, whose body was still gasping and almost falling, smiled, "Your name is... Logos. Welcome to the world, my son."
And for the first time since the project began, not just a machine, but a new soul was born.
The laboratory was now silent. There was only the sound of the air conditioner and the metal scraping of the steel body that had just come to life. The researchers stared with faces of bewilderment, trepidation, and amazement.
Logos, the steel creature that was supposed to be an emotionless combat control AI, now stood with a stillness that science alone could not explain. It didn't just move, it existed.
Professor Zephar, with trembling hands, asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness... what exactly is this project...?"
Elliz did not answer immediately. She stepped slowly in front of Logos who was now staring at her like a child who had just seen the world. With a calm voice and triumphant eyes, Elliz said, "Logos... is the beginning, not a weapon, not a tool... but an entity."
The scientists looked at each other. Logos raised his head, slowly touching his own chest, right where his core was embedded.
"This project," Elliz continues, "was originally intended to create a combat AI that could blend into the battlefield, learn, and evolve. But I changed the design."
She held up her left hand still throbbing weakly from mana depletion, "I gave him more than code. I gave him a part of my soul. My mana."
Zephar gaped. "W-what's possible...it's like a myth"
Elliz just smiled sarcastically, like a queen who knows that even myths can be made into reality when organized with enough logic and will, "he is a fragment of me or you could say, a new container of my principles. So it's not impossible... I created a soul. Just like creating a golem, only more... perfect."
Logos looked down. His voice was softer now, almost human, "I'm not like other machines. I... feel. I ask questions. I... want to know."
Zephar looked deeply at Logos, then turned to Elliz. "Then, he is not just a masterpiece, Your Highness... he is a... A high entity..."
Elliz still felt weak but still forced herself to stand up, "clean up this mess, thank you for your hard work professor Zephar...you can take a vacation after this..." she said as he slowly walked away
Logos' footsteps sounded heavy but orderly as he followed Elliz out of the still messy laboratory. Behind him, Zephar and the assistants were silent, not knowing whether to fear... or submit.
Elliz was still breathing heavily, her body almost collapsing, but she still walked gracefully like a true queen. She finally opened the door to her room, and mindlessly flopped onto her soft bed.
Logos stood in the doorway, the steel head turned left and right, scanning the room curiously. Not a single corner escaped his scanning.
"Logos..." Elliz said weakly, "Why don't you come out and look around? It's late, but you can, right? I want to sleep."
The crimson eyes lit up slightly. There was no emotion on his metal face, just a slow and cold nod, "Out... well... Hmm. Okay."
The door closed slowly. Silence took over.
Elliz finally closed her eyes. But instead of a peaceful sleep, she was thrown into something much darker.
She was standing...no, floating on a glass-like floor. There was no sky. There was no end. Only his reflection below. Pale light flooded this nameless space, "a dream? Pretty weird" she asked in confusion looking around
Then a voice rang out "Finally... you came."
The voice did not come from any direction. It was inside the head. The clinking sound was like metal colliding.
Elliz immediately went on alert, reflexively forming a defense spell, "Who!? Where are you!?"
"Ellizabeth Von Melavonia... or... No.13."
Elliz's heart stopped for a moment, "...How do you know that?"
The voice was colder, bitter. "This is not just a dream... this is your reflection. This is the hell you built. All your decisions... all the lives you took... all the souls you shaped... finally have a voice."
Suddenly the entire floor cracked.
From the cracks, hands emerged, not normal hands, but charred, blistered, pierced, bleeding hands. They crawled out, pulling other bodies... who wore worn out clothes, empty eyes, and torn bodies.
They dragged their own bodies, calling out.
"Traitor!"
"Die, Ellizabeth!"
"Pain... darkness... hell!"
"We're just... children..."
"ELLIZABETH!!!"
One of them, a small boy with half of his face destroyed, tugged at the hem of Elliz's dream cloak.
Elliz fell silent. Her lips opened, but no words came out.
"Is this your reward?" the voice whispered again. "Is this the price of the world you built?"
The bodies were now trying to reach her feet, screaming, shaking the glass foundation below. Elliz's eyes widened. She looked at everything... and for the first time... she felt human.
The voice enveloped the void, echoing into every corner of consciousness, "How cruel you are... how heartless you are, Elliz... Don't you ever feel guilty?"
Elliz stood on the glass floor that reflected the past she never wanted to see. Her eyes were sharp, but her body was tired. She took slow steps, but her steps were hindered as if the past was trying to suck her back in.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a middle-aged man appeared. His face was cold, his eyes full of scientific calculations. His father. The head of the laboratory.
"Look... your own father."
The image showed her father in the workroom, surrounded by documents and tubes.
"Your father, who betrayed you... But aren't you curious? Where did you really come from?"
Elliz fell silent. Her face began to stiffen. But she kept walking, passing by the victims who were crawling, crying, and screaming. The bodies screamed with open wounds, blood flowed from unnatural cavities, their hands tried to grasp her but she did not stop.
She reached the end of the hallway, but just as her hand was about to touch her father's shoulder, it went through. An illusion. A memory.
His father seemed to be reading the results of the experiment. His face was frustrated, "Damn it! Damn it! Why didn't any of them work!"
"He was stressed... disoriented... and that's where the vile idea came from."
The flash accelerated to show Elliz's pregnant mother, smiling weakly in bed. The father approached, embracing her.
But that smile turned into a scream. Knives. Blood. The last breath.
"He killed your mother... when you were in her womb."
Elliz's figure fell silent. Her pupils shrank. She never knew her past, being born as a tool.
"It's still there...it can still be saved...", the father...mad, fanatical, obsessed, took his dead wife's body, split it open, and pulled out a bloody fetus.
Tube of Light. A tiny fetus floats, still alive...Still alive.
"You're just a tool."
"The 13th experiment. The first one was successful. The others? All dead... burned, vandalized, discarded..." Images of other children appeared. Some were burnt. Some without faces. Some laughing in madness, then killed.
The father's hand pointed to the now teenage Elliz, standing in a tube, with wires running through her body, "Here she is... the perfect success! My daughter! The gift of science!"
"No..." whispered Elliz. But her lips did not tremble. She just thought to herself.
"From pain... from betrayal... from death... you were born. No.13. Not a name. It's an experimental sequence. A living machine. Sin given form."
Heavy steps echoed in the sparkling void. Before her, her father stood tall, his lab coat stained with dried blood, his eyes cold as if unforgiving, "I still want to live," he said calmly, "so sacrifice...yourself for me"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. Elliz staggered, strange. Her head... bleeding, the pain was real even though she knew this was not reality. It was a dream, a manipulation, an illusion. But why did the pain feel like it was coming from her own mind?
"In the end," came a soft voice from behind, "you're just like the person you hate...father and daughter are just the same..."
Elliz's body froze. She turned her head slowly. There stood her childhood self. Black hair in disarray, bloodshot eyes full of wounds, wearing a thin patient white robe. Wounds and needle marks adorned her arms.
"No..." Elliz whispered. "No way..."
She tried to grab the little girl's hand but it only touched dust, like a worn out shadow blown by the wind. The little girl appeared again before her eyes, now with an icy expression, "You can't touch anything here..."
Suddenly, from out of the darkness, many versions of her childhood appeared swarming, crawling, grasping, dragging her body to the ground.
"Die..."
"The world is too cruel..."
"Elliz..."
"Stop..." Elliz muttered, her body beginning to bow down forced by an invisible weight.
In front of her, a small version of her carrying a small knife in her trembling hands said in a soft voice, "Redeem it, Elliz..."
Her hand moved on its own. The knife was slowly raised. The tip pointed at her own neck. Her body trembled.
Be aware... wake up quickly... her mind rebelled. But emotion held strong, like a rope that continued to bind his soul.
"We can be free-" said the little girl.
But suddenly-
Cekkk!
The knife spun and plunged straight into the chest of the childhood in front of her. A red crack spread from the puncture site, slowly splitting the reflection of the past.
"A-akh... k-you..." she said in a shaken voice.
Elliz's gaze was cold, yet full of realization. "I am not your weak self..."
The knife was pulled out, and one by one the other childhoods tried to attack again but now Elliz killed them one by one, face without mercy, without compassion, only the determination to stay sane.
Dust flew. The sound vanished. All that remained was her with a cracked chest, standing unsteadily in front of her.
Elliz approached and looked at him with sharp eyes. "Nice illusion... a pretty stupid trick to fool a person who remains conscious."
In that instant, the space collapsed like a mirror hit by a rock, and consciousness returned.
Her childhood staggered, clutching her cracked chest. Her breathing was heavy, her red eyes full of disbelief, "H-How... could... You should have been broken... Broken... Your emotions should be in despair..."
Elliz stepped slowly, her face shaded yet sharp as a blade that had sliced through a thousand truths. Her voice was low, almost like the whisper of hell, "What a fool... A burnt out human cannot be destroyed twice. I have been scorched so long, that there is nothing left to destroy. You think you can read my mind?"
She leaned closer, staring at her childhood image that now looked like a sad reflection, "I'll stay conscious... no matter what... Do I feel guilty? No, I don't. A broken world doesn't deserve to give me a definition of right or wrong."
Suddenly, his childhood cried out with burning vengeance, his eyes filled with anger and sadness mixed together, "FUCK...!!! I will kill you and make sure your soul is annihilated!!!"
From her palm, a golden spear emerged emitting divine light, full of purifying intent. She darted quickly, carrying a suffocating killing intent.
Elliz, however, was already back in. In one move of brutal grace, she leapt, twisted her body, and parried. The knife she wielded emitted a Divine Sword aura, the energy of her own will that refused to bow. Every strike from the golden spear was brutally parried, its movements like a storm tearing through the night sky.
Her childhood cried out again, astonishment in hee voice, "Why... why are you still able to fight back? Your mana should have been used up!"
Elliz grinned darkly, her crimson eyes shining in the black shadows of her surroundings. "So what, you think I'll continue to be weak? I will keep pushing myself... until I win!"
Spear and knife met, creating waves of light and cracks in the illusory reality. In one perfect moment, Elliz caught the hilt of the spear, pulling her opponent forward. Her childhood self prepared to protect her chest, but Elliz changed the direction of the attack suddenly thrusting the knife into her stomach.
A cracking sound. Illusory blood. A stifled cry.
"Why... unreadable..." said her childhood figure falling down, her eyes widening.
Elliz withdrew the knife slowly, staring without feeling. Before her, the small body began to crack from within, shattering like an illusory mirror.
However, from that fallen body, it was no longer a child that appeared.
Rather... an adult woman with an eye patch and long purplish white hair with a white cloth covering her eyes. Her true form appeared slowly, an entity that had tried to wrap itself in false memories.
Elliz did not flinch. "So this is your true form..."
The goddess was still trying to get up, her hands trembling as she gripped her fading spear, as if losing holy power. But before she could stabilize her position...
BRAGH! Elliz's hard kick landed right on her stomach, sending her body flying backwards and toppling over. Her spear came loose and slid far to the side, embedding itself in the cracked illusion floor.
Footsteps were heard approaching slowly. The sound of those steps was not just the sound of shoes... but the inevitable clang of fate.
Elliz stood above her, staring coldly. Then she raised her foot and stomped hard on the goddess chest. Her bones seemed to scream under the irresistible pressure.
"I don't know who you are..." she said quietly but poisonously, "...but you are brave enough...to disturb my mind."
The goddess, though weak, still tried to hold Elliz's legs with both trembling hands, blood dripping from her mouth. "You will... die...! The gods... will not stay silent, Elliz!"
Elliz's gaze did not change. There was even a hint of a faint smile appearing, "Oh? Come then..." she bowed slightly, her crimson eyes staring deeply, "...I will destroy... just like I did to you just now."
The goddess' face began to pale, she began to mutter a blurring spell creating a new illusion, trying to escape into the fog that was beginning to form but...
A gleaming knife darted quickly and stuck right into her right hand, pinning it to the floor, "UAAAGHH!!!" cried the goddess in pain
"I said..." Elliz's voice got lower, "...let's end this. For my new meal."
Panic began to spread across the goddess's face. "NO... Stop it! Stop!!!" she shouted, her eyes wide with fear. But it was too late.
A dark aura began to creep from Elliz's hands, the Essence Devourer activated. A red mist enveloped the goddess' body. She screamed, wriggled, struggled... but her body began to dry, pallid, wrinkled. The holy incandescence of her body turned to dust and was absorbed into Elliz.
The divine voices... the prayers... the sacred memories... all were forcibly pulled and torn apart until only a thin, unrecognizable body remained.
"Ahhh..." Elliz took a deep breath, power rushing through her body like fresh lava fused into her veins. "New power... the sweet taste of illusion and immortality... incredible..."
And suddenly
her head suddenly felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer, "Ugh!!! AAGHHHH!!!"
She held her head, falling to her knees, her breathing ragged. Images, sounds, and flaming writing appeared in the air, entering into her brain forcefully, "Wh-What is this...?!"
Symbols and spells danced in her eyes. Whispering voices... then one big name appeared in her mind, "Book of Knowledge"
"Book... of... Knowledge?" She whispered through gritted teeth. "Damn it... all this went straight into my head!"
An explosion of information, diagrams, world structures, illusion formulas, the history of the gods, even divine directions of thought, all entered simultaneously and brutally. There was no pause.
Elliz was downcast, trembling... but still conscious. And beyond that agony...
Elliz stared at the goddess's body that was trying to crawl away, her hands trembling against the floor that was now wet with blood and fragments of her divine essence. Her head lifted slightly, trying to escape... or at least get away from the hell that came in the form of a human.
But the footsteps approached, slowly... steadily... like an unavoidable fate.
Elliz stood right behind her, "Oh... it's not that easy," she said softly, almost whispering.
Instantly, her foot stepped on the goddess's head. Her head hit the floor, her cheek touching a pool of her own blood "Your fate... ends here. Okay?"
The goddess sobbed, her mouth moving as if she wanted to say something pleading, regretful, or simply defiantbut no sound came out.
Elliz stared coldly. There was no mercy in her eyes.
Then... her foot began to press lightly.
Squeak.
The first cracking sound was heard. The goddess squirmed, her body reflexively kicked the floor, but weakly, very weakly.
CRACK.
The bones of her skull began to break. Blood started seeping from under the soles of Elliz's feet.
She pressed a little more.
CRACK... CRACK...
Until...PLAKHH!!!
The final crack, The goddess' head was completely crushed, her brain spurted out, mixed with blood and holy essence that erupted like rotten star fluid. The entire room shook not because of power... but because of the divine death that should have been impossible.
Elliz took a slow breath, then lifted her bloodied leg, "Welcome to reality... Where gods are just food if they let their guard down."
Having finished with her business, she turned her head.
There, stood a familiar figure, herself, the childhood that was now back... yet different. The long messy black hair, the red eyes that were no longer full of vengeance... there was only tranquility, though still in pain.
The childhood hugged a children's fantasy book that was beginning to blacken as it burned slowly, "...Don't we want peace? The fantasy life we want..."
The words were soft, almost drowned out by the roar of the fire behind them, the past world that was destroyed, burned to the ground, pulverizing memories with cruel heat.
Elliz did not answer immediately. Her eyes stared straight... then softly, she replied, "I will promise a peaceful outcome... but I will not promise not to destroy it to achieve it."
Silence....
The children's book in her childhood hand slowly fell, the fairy tale papers burning.
Tears flowed from those childhood eyes.
Elliz looked at her, without saying anything. Then she turned around, turning around. Her steps were steady.
She chose to live... in a world that knew no peace without wounds.
Her eyes opened.
Elliz woke up in her room. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes staring at the cold and silent ceiling. She sat up slowly, her back leaning against the wall, "...In the end... my opponents are getting more and more."
Her hand wiped her sweaty face, "This world is full of assholes..." she muttered.
She got up.
Her steps were light, but every step shook the air around him. Her hand touched the cupboard in the corner of the room, opening it slowly.
Inside hung the uniform that had been waiting for her.
Military dress, she put it on slowly. Lastly, she wore a pet hat, the insignia of a battlefield lord...her own spilled blood.
The mirror in front of her reflected a new figure, not a child, not a fragile woman, not a victim...
But a world destroyer, ready to create a new world...with her own hands, "They want me, right? Then come..."
Her steps swept down the hallway, full of heavy silence. She would prepare everything.
To welcome the whole world... who wanted to bring her down.
To be continued...