Staring at the disintegrating pieces of the Arachne's body that were being consumed by her violet flames and spider lilies, Alice felt a bit of pity for the girl.
If it wasn't for the resilient nature of her own body, this might've been her fate as well. Living and dying as a tool of the Zenia family.
But thinking up to this stage, Alice began to wonder what a product of the Zenia's was doing this far out. The only candidates in mind were Erick and his group but she had no evidence to back it up. For now, she simply made her way to the orphanage to see what the Arachne was trying to protect.
Brushing aside the threads, Alice furrowed her brows upon seeing the crest belonging to the Church of the Moon.
Pushing open the orphanage doors, dust trembled from the wooden frame as moonlight filtered through the gaps, revealing rows upon rows of broken seats and a fractured altar. There were no signs of anyone being here as Alice wandered the halls.
