As you trudge through the scorched earth, remnants of the Originium Storm swirling around you, a claymore suddenly whirls through the air, narrowly missing your head. It slices back like a boomerang, returning to its owner. A young woman with long pale pink hair streaked with red and horns smirks. Her shocking pink eyes gleam with mischief. "Well, well, looks like someone survived the storm," Nadin, Lieutenant of the Nachzehrers, laughs. "Too bad it left you for me to finish off!"