The pale golden-haired girl trudged through a desolate wasteland, one staggering step at a time.
She was a remnant of the Old Civilization. She was the last Fallen Angel.
The footprints she left behind vanished before long, as if, should she collapse here now, she too would disappear without leaving behind a single trace.
Alone in this seemingly endless desert, she walked onward. Her body was already on the verge of collapse, cracks gradually appearing across it. There was no sun in the sky, only an equally boundless void.
If this is the road to the underworld, I'm definitely leaving a bad review...
The girl thought this, but her steps never ceased.
Suddenly, a black-and-white lance that should not have existed here appeared within her sight. Its form was strange; compared to the Divine Key known throughout the world, it radiated an even greater power.
"Black Abyss White Flower..." the girl spoke the lance's name, yet she neither stopped nor reached out to take this Divine Key, which housed the strongest power of an era—the power of Finality.
Because she knew that it was merely an afterimage left behind by time within this lawless, boundless space.
Since she had seen it, that meant... she was not far from that person either...
She could not help quickening her unsteady pace.
Within the barren desert, other things gradually began to appear. They were all things that person had once experienced, traces left in his memories, manifested here through his authority...
Finally, in this seemingly boundless wasteland, at the very edge of her vision, she saw a silver-haired figure from behind.
But the girl's body was nearing its limit as well. The cracks across her body spread over her entire form. Her once lovely cheeks were now covered in fractures, and fragments even