Chapter 0
CHAPTER_TITLE: The Apocalypse
How could I have fallen from the sky? The shining star, the exemplar of us all! You who shattered the inverted tree's beasts and cast them to the ground!
Ultimately, you failed to even stand before me. O most magnificent Father.
You must have tormented yourself in your heart. 'I shall rise to the heavens. I shall plant my throne atop the Father's world and sit upon it to carry out my will.'
[Where are you now, Father? The trumpeters of the Father are throwing the wretched children into the pit of fire. The tree is already beginning to blaze.]
I will ascend to the very top of the clouds and become like the Most High.
[Now it doesn't matter anyway.]
But you have fallen to the underworld, to the very bottom of the abyss.
[Blood of my own making, imitating me. A doll created to save the burning earth.]
[It is time.]
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The human world was sustained by the spiritual schema called the Sephirot Tree.
The eternal gift bestowed by the divine.
But little by little they grew arrogant, and the Sephirot Tree showed signs of withering under the influence of corruption.
The angels—the trumpeters who appeared in the blaze and flames that set the heavens aflame—had cast aside mercy.
From the most virtuous sinner to the most abhorrent saint, the trumpets of the angels pierced all equally.
Humanity was slaughtered and, belatedly, sought mercy from the divine. Yet the Father answered nothing. The angels, claiming the vacant seat of the Father and the mediator, hastened salvation drenched in total annihilation.
The demons below whispered among themselves.
Should we watch this Sephirot Tree burn forever?
Among their ranks, the strongest leader stepped forward and shouted:
[Let us help the humans.]
...And now, in the time that has passed.
In the center of a vast ruin stood a citadel where someone finally woke from silence.
The one summoned—the combatant in the form of a woman.
