~This was a story before the attack on Anspia occurred ~
The twin moons showed their majestic glow in the vast starry sky and oversaw the fleeting mortal world below.
"... Mii.. kaa.. eellaaa…"
Meanwhile, in a spacious enchanted tent, an eerie, agonizing call slowly approached Mikaela from behind. The call rippled in the surroundings and was frigid, capable of frosting the hearts of unsuspecting bystanders.
"What?"
Nonetheless, the marked individual was unfazed by the shrieking noise. Instead, she expressed irritation to this vengeful spirit who had been pestering her for a while.
Too bad she had no salt at the moment to throw.
"... Arreee… youu.. suurreee… there, is nothiingg leeffttt…?"
"None, see for yourself"
Mikaela handed over a magic backpack to this lost soul, permitting her to examine the content. Instantly, the latter burrowed her head deep into the backpack, vigorously, desperately searching for something that had been lost, forever.
It was a fruitless endeavor.
