Haimirich Empire. A land once gazed at with awe and respect from afar, now a place people wouldn't even dare look at. It became a place where people had silently treated as a place where plague and all disasters would come from. They were afraid that if they even gaze upon the unguarded gates of the empire, misfortune would cling to them like a leech.
Yet, a petite woman with long blanched hair that was tied up for its tip to not sweep the dry ground, stood in front of the once glorious gates of the Haimirich Empire. Her complexion was pale and her expression was plain.
Her blanched eyelashes fluttered ever so tenderly. A soft gust of wind blew past her, making the small bell tied around her white hair ring softly.
"What a huge dilemma," she whispered, snapping her dull eyes up at the tower of the gates.
