Antimony Kingdom, capital Lionheart City.
Aurora woke from her dreams and gradually became alert.
She had endured the pain to complete her advancement, reaching the Fourth Power Level. Now she had truly become a "Calamity Stitcher".
Feeling her body slowly stiffening and then softening again... Aurora slowly sat up, tilting her head and looking at herself in the mirror.
Platinum-blonde soft hair, a light purple nightgown. That delicate yet expressionless face had turned pale, lifeless like a doll's. She stretched out her hand and clumsily grasped at the air a few times before she felt something.
She touched her heart.
—Her heart was no longer beating. Or rather, the heartbeat had slowed to an imperceptible pace.
So Aurora tried cupping her head with both hands. With a gentle twist, she unscrewed her own head.
