When the first bell after midnight rang from the side tower of Golden Music Hall, most of the city's slumbering citizens had no idea what would happen tonight.
In The Club's long, dim corridor, the lady in an ice blue dress reached out and pushed open a tightly shut door. The noblewoman standing by the window, gazing at the Moon, turned to look at her at that very moment.
Her eyes appraised the unfamiliar visitor at the door with interest. She let out an affected, pretentious "Oh~," then snapped open the fan in her hand with a rustle, covering the lower half of her face so that the moonlight illuminated only part of her upper face:
"Though this is a little different from what I expected—"
The rising temperature made the air in the room distort. Her eyes suddenly turned crimson, twisting that lovely face:
"Believers of the Winter God, I've always killed them on sight." (Demon Language)
Among the ruins of the Desolate Village northwest of the city, a flash of flame passed by, and the Nun walking alone there turned into a phantom and vanished beneath the moonlight.
Within the burning village sustained by the power of a relic, the Ghost of Grudge crawling at the village center sensed something and looked toward the entrance through the flames. What it saw was the Nun walking toward it, her entire body covered in fiery red cracks, a black scythe in one hand and a burning greatsword in the other.
The flames instinctively gave way before the Nun wearing the Silver Eye Patch. As she slowly raised her head, the dense patterns on the eye patch lit up one after another like flowing water.
Sensing an instinctive threat, the Ghost of Grudge leaped high into the air, then plunged fiercely