Orinshiru had a dream.

She couldn't count how many dreams she had during this time, at least over a hundred, but no matter which one, the ending was always filled with endless rage and extreme light, as if this memory was particularly vivid.

Her comrades, who fought alongside her, suddenly betrayed her and stood with the monsters.

All around were the bodies of fallen soldiers, and a long sword with an indistinct appearance wailed in her hand.