A place resembling ruins… everything in it is black.
On the ground lie the bodies of people who fought until the very last moment, and nearby are the wounded, groaning in pain, while others try to save them using magic.
On the other side, two people stand.
A seventeen-year-old girl, her body covered in blood, exhausted to a terrifying degree. She was leaning on her sword, barely able to stand or move.
Beside her, a boy lay on the ground. His hair was half red and half black, his eyes red, and his body was injured as well, completely unable to move.
In front of them stood a man with black hair and distinctive violet eyes, within which a strange violet butterfly shape was drawn.
The man spoke with a smile and said:
"Aren't you going to surrender? After all your friends have died… and the last of them is right in front of you, dying."
The girl interrupted him, screaming, panting from exhaustion and anger:
"Shut up!! I am not asking for your pity!"
The man laughed mockingly and said:
"Pity? Ha… ha… ha… I think you misunderstood."
Then his tone suddenly changed, becoming rougher and more cruel, and he continued:
"This is not pity… I am ordering you to step out of my way."
The girl gathered what little strength she had left, raised her sword with difficulty, took a fighting stance, and then said with a serious face:
"And if I don't want to?"