Rizette doesn't know how many times she has died. They all blur together, a haze of pain, darkness, and brutal rebirth. There's no point in remembering them all, not when she'll live until the end of time. But there was one death that mattered. Her first death. The one that should have been her last. She would give anything to forget, but it burns like a torch in her mind, as eternal as her master's black fire. The pain of the goddess's talon in her heart remains. The warm taste of blood remains