Footsteps loudly came from her, Kotone’s urgency growing as she practically ran aimlessly through this underground labyrinth, naginata in her hands. No friends, no Shadows, not even her evoker was with her, leaving her defenseless with no Orpheus, no Messiah… No Thanatos… No one to see or hear.

She wandered, the unmistakable smell of blood surrounding her. Something of the place reminded her of Tartarus, but she knew it was not the same place… The stage of a false Messiah before her.