April 8th, 177 HE.
The mist that blocked the world. The mist that the Administrator of Humanity placed to find the one with the Valknut. Hundreds could wander and never meet. Hundreds could kill and never find themselves where they wanted to be. That was the mist that plagued humanity. That was the mist that was placed by the Father of Science—by the one who defied the gods.
Rage swirled. That was natural.
But this rage was not toward the world or the mist or the nature of the Heavenly but toward a single man.
"I'm going to kill him, I will…!"
A blonde in a black blouse and a ripped knee-length skirt. A woman who led her own guild and seethed from failure. In the month of wandering, she had reunited with those missing. In total, there were twenty members in her guild. Aside from the brief glimpses of relief from the extra protection, she felt only rage. Vengeance coursed through her and she would achieve it.
