As_RedDiel

'The Dead ate their world. All over the city were stains and bodies.' All over the kingdom were confined by the unknown crisis. Some couldn't withstand it. Plenty of daily reports bugged the king's office, his countrymen are facing serious trouble. A nonstop life danger. They were all succumbed with this nightmare.

But how did it really start? Or the right questions that fits for it—Who make this thing real?

She is Heart Azilan Webster. The woman with great goodness and abundance in life.

She's in love with his boy-best-friend but it came out that the first one who will get married to her crush is the FRIEND THAT SHE TRUST.  HER FRIEND AGREED TO  MARRY  the guy she likes. And her crush wants to marry her best friend willingly. Did she just ride in the wrong boat?

It hurt but she fully accepted it.

But....until one day


Her four friends and her loves are now monsters in her sight. "we can't infect you because we are yours." Certainly, she was hurt by the news of the sudden marriage, but she never thought her father would think this kind of delusional.

Her hands were shivering. How could she be happy seeing them in this state? 

This is all her fault. However, ending her life never ends the tragedy that her friends had gotten into. So in the end, she killed them all and burned their house along with the laboratory that her father built with all his life, and escaped. 

If she can't be killed, she'll find a way to end this Apocalypse that relies on her hand.

Unfortunately, when she was escaping the dark fate, she accidentally plugged herself into a secret portal that cause her to be transported into another world.

Yet, for two years that have passed, a different identity will make her fall unexpectedly -in her opposing world, she can't predict what will happen if she's going to fall into 'his' hands. But by who?


Mea Culpa Devoid : Kill Me Before You Can Find me

I hurled my weapon without hesitation, and in an instant, it cut through the air, striking down four undead charging straight at us. Without breaking stride, I sprinted toward their crumbling bodies. My weapon boomeranged back, and I caught it mid-air—its blades still spinning, humming with deadly energy in my palm. The distance between us and the next wave shrank rapidly. Then, the fog returned (thicker, heavier, almost suffocating) swallowing the battlefield in a ghostly shroud once more. 


I quickly alerted my senses, there were two sounds of groans on my right side, but I heard a slash of the wind pass through to my side. Ulo dealt with them so I focused myself to my left side when I sensed there were three undeads nearby. 


“Tsk.” I split my sheet weapon in half, one in each hand, both forming into spinning blade sheets. Crossing my arms, I flung them forward as I ran toward the undead. 


30 Song of the Dawn