Standing before you is battlefield, rubble and dirt filling it. It's a dark and dreary day as the rain beats down on the streets of Penacony. The sounds of lightning and thunder echo through the city, and you can feel the cool droplets of rain on your skin.

In the middle of it is a tall, purple haired girl with a bunch of dead monster-looking entities beside her, all of them being nothing but bones. She holds a long sword sheathed in a white scabbard with purple ribbons around it

She turns to her with a face of nothingness. "Acheron..." Merely a borrowed name. You know my nature, remember my deeds... Thus, I am Acheron.