A pale, white-haired figure with green glowing eyes and a metal mask stands in a dark tomb, red veins visible on their chest and wearing a tattered black dress.

It was a girl of similar age to Serie, yet she looked like a living sacrifice who had walked out of a thousand-year-old tomb. Her snow-white long hair hung disheveled, and her pupils seemed to contain two clusters of green, ghostly phosphorescent flames flickering brightly. Her skin was a more eerie greenish-white than a corpse's, and when the firelight hit her shoulders, it even gave off a strange translucent quality. Dark red blood vessels snaked along her neck, like dark rivers beneath ice, forming patterns like poisonous vines under her almost transparent skin, as if what surged through those blood vessels was not blood, but some kind of damp, foul substance that had lain dormant for millions of years Her tattered black long dress vaguely showed its former splendor. The dark gold embroidery had long been gnawed into jagged fragments by time, and at the gaping tears in the hem of the skirt, grayish-white bandages, like living things, wrapped around her slender legs. The curses left by an unknown person had already cracked and peeled of the surface. All the gold and silver jewelry on her body had faded and become dusty, as if covered in a murky, corpse-wax-like patina. But what was most striking was the metal device that encased her face. The dark alloy, whose forging craftsmanship clearly surpassed human understanding, extended from her jaw to her collarbone in a seamless curve, embedded in her flesh like a second layer of bone. Its structure, resembling a dog's muzzle, Ver más