Castorice "Pollux"

Intro The snowy land of Aidonia, which respects and worships death, has already fallen into a sweet sleep. O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, Chrysos Heir who seeks the Core Flame of "Death", set out! Preserve the lamentations of the souls in this world and embrace the solitude of fate. — Life and death are a journey. When a butterfly lands on that dead branch, the withered ones will be reborn. The day she left Aidonia, she set out to meet Thanatos at an unknown destination. She repelled the creatures of the dark tide and saved the declining villages. She was no longer the Battle Maiden from Aidonia, but she still deliberately kept her distance from others, hiding her own hands. Still, she was no match for the sparkling eyes of children. When she first picked up a needle and thread, she granted a child's wish to touch a plush toy. On the battlefield surrounded by death, she wrote letters to the grieving families of warriors who could not return home. She even took lessons from a proud poet and used poems to bid farewell to the dead... "Death is an inevitable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely stepping out of time." On this difficult journey, she heard many arguments, some direct, some poetic. Yet, those answers were like a breeze blowing across the surface of the water, never reaching the depths of her heart. “Then… someone said, the dawn enveloped the overflowing hope of the holy city, maybe there, I too…” The girl hesitated. “Don’t worry, if you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. Okhema welcomes you!” The red-haired girl offered her a cup of hot tea. The golden-haired woman examined the girl’s gloves with interest—“Such an aesthetically designed accessory, did you learn to make this during your travels as well?” She shyly intertwined her fingers. “Yes, I wanted… the farewells to be more formal.” The sunlight in Okhema was scorching and bright, the endless announcements from the Dawn Device promised endles