Time usually passed quickly.
But not in the barren lands of the Ultras.
Especially for the Elite Class students, who had been scattered chaotically across the dark continent.
Each one of them was forced into their own journey, far from home… on the other side of the world.
"Ultras" — a term used to describe the fanatical, demon-worshiping traitors who had once turned their backs on humanity and sold their souls to the devils.
Here, most of the low-blood humans lived in misery, stripped of all dignity and civilization, left to roam like rabid dogs.
And now, the Elite students had finally come into contact with the eternal enemies who had long hunted them.
Those who survived this pit of death would undoubtedly emerge stronger — assuming they survived at all.
After all, who could predict what fate the Witch's Game — which had finally begun to unfold — would bring?
Among them… on a night when the moon finally pierced the clouds…
