Prologue
"We will never fall into the same destiny you fell in."
A cackle roared against the constant pounds of the thunderstorms. Rain pattered violently across the ruins, left abandoned by citizens and left to become a senseless battlefield. The musty smell of mud and dried blood mixing in the air, as if mocking their losses and their minuscule victories.
"Let's see how far you can keep fighting against your own fate." A voice so filled with venom and sweet, sweet malevolence rang painfully against the storm.
Everything seemed so lost. So tainted by their screams, their mindless attacks, and their continuous efforts. The smell of rotting iron just mixing in the fog, whirling against the wind and flying around the atmosphere. Buildings crumbling down, it's materials left ample on the roads, burying deep into the concrete.
Familiar clothing left lifeless against the silvery concrete. Shining ironically bright against the reflection of the water droplets. Stained with dark red, as if taunting her eyes repeatedly. As if to purposefully ridicule her of her weaknesses. Screaming at her, scolding her for being oh so careless. For being too naive. For being too hopeful; too idealistic. It was calling to her. The familiar armor, the familiar suit, familiar stench of a devoid soul. You failed me, it said - no - cried.
"We-We won't lose-"
Another mocking cackle echoed.
"Oh? But you've already lost."