A chilling wind blew—it was a repulsive breeze. It carried the scent of rain and blood, always dragging her back to the past she wished to forget.
Libertas raised her head from among the corpses of the Moon Shadow Cultists. Cold rain struck her cheeks, and her breath turned to mist, shattered by raindrops.
Libertas brushed aside her wet hair and staggered toward a surviving Moon Shadow Cultist.
“I’m sick of cutting down scum like you.”
She spoke with irritation, pressing her sword to the cultist’s neck as the rain ran down the blade.
“Hehehe… a prisoner unworthy of being a sacrifice, how arrogant…”
Prisoner. That word made Libertas’s face twitch.
“You know about me?”
“Hehe, you want to know, don’t you? Why you were destined for such a fate.”
Faced with the mocking words, Libertas grabbed the cultist by the collar.
“Speak! Tell me everything you know.”
“You will never know anything! Die in pursuit of answers you’ll never obtain!”
The cultist spat Nectar at Libertas like a mad curse. Sensing the ominous aura, she took a step back as he coughed out his last breath with a twisted grin.
“The night no one can pass through… is coming…”
Leaving only those final words, the cultist died. Libertas stood silently in the rain for a long time, as if waiting for the Nectar to be washed away. Finally, she sheathed her sword.
“Even so… I won’t give up.”