The white world resembled nothing like Valentine's own, in this empty world there was nothing but a gigantic tree and a gradually increasing slaughtering aura.
In one of the roots of that tree; two silhouettes stood up wearing casual clothes and armour plates, Rose was a vivid clone of Vera. Only her crimson hair, black-red eyes and red lips were different.
"It is time, Vera... we're almost the same now, Valentine has been on his rampage for a while and as we keep hunting I find it difficult to differentiate myself from you." Rose began, holding a shadow version of the Rose Eagle Thorn firmly.
"I don't want you to leave..."
Vera stood on the other side of that root, with Rose standing there with her crimson flowing hair, she also felt it difficult to restrain her blood thirst, Rose's existence was one of greedy and reckless need for slaughter, once she felt that 'need' herself, their fusion was granted.
