As Rain was struggling to fight her way toward Tamar, Tamar was struggling to contend against her fearsome enemy. Both

Sid knew the Handmaiden… the Blood Sister… quite well. Her name was Felise. The two of them had been at

The pilgrims were consumed by the tidal wave of steel warriors, only managing to fell the vanguard of unfeeling Echoes.

There had been countless skirmishes and several larger battles between the two armies before, but never anything of this scale.

Rain had been experiencing this strange feeling as of late… It was as though she was walking through life while

The writing was on the wall. The Sword Army seemed to be prevailing against the enemy, for now, but as

Far below, the battle seemed to be hanging in a fragile balance. The battle lines were twisted and broken, and

There was a good reason for that, of course. A shameful and ugly reason, but a good one nevertheless. Soon

An enormous Echo stood upon the desolate white plain, shining blindingly as its steel carapace reflected the radiance of the