In a world devoid of sunlight, where blood rivers flow towards the sky, and safety is a mere illusion, a lone girl stands, her breath steady.
She wields a sword, its point directed at a pack of twisted, deformed monsters, her body a testimony to her perseverance, covered in deep wounds.
"Haa.... Ugh.... Haa...."
"Foolish female, you enter the Abyss with such power?"
"Human, you shall become our meal."
'Brother, Amalia will become stronger!'
As the monsters approached, her unsteady hands placed her sword upright, covering her face. As petals danced around her body, she covered her blade with beautiful colours of gold, purple, and blue, mimicking the ebb and flow of an ocean.
A blade 100 centimetres long, an extended handle with reinforced purple and black metal over 50cm long, designed for a special type of swordsmanship.
"Sword of the fallen, vanquish the foes which stand before me."
"Gyahaha~ a chant?"
