The clanging of metal echoed around the room.
A young girl with short hair, dressed in white, seemed to have found a new meaning in life as she threw herself into categorizing the puppet materials without regard for her fatigue.
She was focused and obsessed, passionate yet devout.
Even though it was already the early hours of the morning, even though she had just rushed back from the Martial House outside the city, even though... she should be so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Yet a certain force within her heart allowed her to transcend some kind of limit, immersing her in a world of oblivion, as if the sky and earth consisted only of her, the materials in front of her, and the puppet behind her.
She had always longed to find a better body for the Demon Heart.
She had searched for years herself, but the only outcome was the need to purchase it with Blood Gold; besides that, there was no other solution.
