Rebecca enshrouded herself in darkness, weaving shadows so dense and intricate that even the gods themselves would not have been able to perceive her presence. Not a trace of her soul could be felt in the entire universe. She had become a phantom, a memory erased from reality.
After years in hiding, she had returned—and now, she wandered not as a lost soul, but as an executioner in waiting.
Her first decision was to tour the world, to see how much it had changed during her absence, to measure the scars left behind by history—and to check on her old friend, Drakonix. But there was one stop she had to make before that… one that pulled at her heart with a mixture of dread and hollow hope.
The ruins of her old clan.
Or so she thought.
