Diana Alfin Rose. That's who I am. Once a cherished member of the noble lineage from the Kingdom of Mas. I was surrounded by love—two older brothers and two younger sisters, all under the watchful care of kind-hearted butlers and maids. Life was a beautiful tapestry of joy, and I was the happiest girl in the world. But then, the devil emerged from the EYE, demanding one sacrifice after another.
I can still picture that loathsome face—the Prime Minister, a true embodiment of evil. I never understood why the devil had chosen me, even as the sacrifices piled up. A bitter feud had simmered between him and my father, and when the moment came, with the support of a terrified and deluded populace, my entire family was offered up as a sacrifice. Despite the devil's intentions, I emerged as the lone survivor. The last remnant of my family, standing against the spawn of darkness.
The only thing that lingers in my mind is a hauntingly beautiful voice, urging me to survive. I found myself immersed in a realm where everything unfolded before my eyes, from the delicate flutter of a butterfly's wings to the profound words of an ancient sage. Just as swiftly as these thoughts invaded my consciousness, they vanished, leaving no trace behind. The pain that accompanied this experience is a blur, and I can't recall how long I lingered in that strange place. All I know is that, against all odds, I vanquished the devil. Clutched in my grasp was a magnificent golden scythe, a weapon that drained my very essence. Yet, somehow, I managed to wield it, feeling the surge of countless magics flowing through my veins. Confusion, fear, and disorientation enveloped me as I instinctively fled, breaking free to the surface, only to be met with a barrage of rocks and filth hurled at me by the crowd, demanding I return to the terrifying EYE
To this day, if it weren't for the compassionate words of the Queen and her twin princesses, I would have unleashed my wrath upon those who wronged me, particularly the Prime Minister. I had boldly declared my intention to one day take his life, to sever his head with my own hands. Some labeled me a psychopath, while others deemed me a maniac. In truth, their opinions mean nothing to me.
That voice I heard back then lingers in my mind. I have this profound sense that it emanates from the EYE, urging me to seek her out. To find her at the very heart of the EYE. But why? When will this happen? What awaits me there? I have no answers. All I know is that reaching the eye holds the key to unlocking everything.