Ash kept both hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and looked at the skyline hidden within the Steel Jungle, where the bare branches, stripped of dead leaves, were heavy with snow.
There was a bookstore up ahead. Ash glanced at it, his gaze lingering on a poster for a moment.
On the poster was a mysterious figure in dark gothic clothing, seated upright on a high stool. She had her head lowered and held a chain in both hands, her appearance making it impossible to tell her age or gender. Behind her were hundreds of Ghost Giants sitting on spiked benches. The ghosts were covered in festering wounds, their faces terrified, and without exception, shackles bound their hands and feet. The chains of those shackles converged together, connecting to the chain in the mysterious figure's hands.
Phantom Manual: There is always evil in this world without cause, and always devils who go against the path. J.
Ash withdrew his gaze, thinking that, unexpectedly, it suited Vishy's true image rather well. After all, she really did have the Soul Chain God.
Vishy was a bad person. A devil wearing human skin, he silently recited to himself.
Having lost a quarter of his mind, Ash vaguely felt that he had lost many memories, and among them, all his memories concerning Vishy were gone.
He had outright forgotten everything about Vishy; every trace of her had been deleted from his memories. Even though Ash had already discovered inexplicable gaps in his memory, he still had no way to fill Vishy into those damaged sections... much less know what role she had played in his past.
But he couldn't talk about this. If he exposed the fact that he had sold a quarter of his mind in hell, Sword Maiden and the others