The world was dust and silence.
What remained after the spacequake was a crater so wide, it ate entire blocks of cityscape. Fire crawled over buildings like living beasts, and smoke towered toward the heavens in slow, seething spirals. Winds howled like mourning spirits, sweeping debris across shattered asphalt. Above, a steel sky wept ash instead of rain.
And at the heart of it all, something stood.
She didn't breathe. She didn't blink. The blood on her hands wasn't hers.
Her white coat swayed in the warm breeze, its long tail fluttering like torn silk. Her lavender eyes glowed faintly—unnatural, cold, too calculating. But behind them, a war raged louder than any explosion.
*"Where—what... is this?"*
A voice. Crisp. Aloof. The Unknown God.
Then came another—sleek, seductive, amused.
*"Lovely wreckage. But we've been dragged here, haven't we? Against our will."* Kafka's voice purred through the mind.
A third voice snapped like lightning.
*"This is beneath me! I would tear this plane apart if I could!"* The Herrscher of the Void growled with raw, divine hatred.
And beneath it all, the weakest... yet the most persistent.
*"...So many women. Tight suits. Toned thighs. Goddess, they're all so hot."* It was Kiana's buried obsession, speaking through the vessel that once housed her. Lust, tangled in confusion, whispered beneath the chaos.
The Unknown staggered back slightly, gripping her own arms as if trying to tear the voices from her flesh.
"Noisy... Shut up."
But they didn't.
A soft hum built behind her eyes, and the memories weren't her own—worlds burned, twin siblings sealed in cubes of light, hands grasping at frozen glass. A choking grip around a girl named Mei's neck. A gun held against the temple of a girl asleep for centuries.
Then darkness.
Then fusion.
Then...
Light.
Her knees buckled, but she did not fall. The ground *around* her did, though, collapsing inward into a spiral of power where she had emerged. The crater was silent again.
Then came the soldiers.
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"Enemy sighted in the crater! Humanoid. Alone. Doesn't match Spirit records!"
"Engage with extreme caution. AST Unit Theta moving into formation!"
Serrated boots clicked on metal as a dozen AST girls descended in tight formation. Their armor shimmered—skin-tight, exposing thighs, backs, and midriffs. Silver visors gleamed as they locked onto the standing girl.
But something in the air changed.
A pressure.
Gravity warped. Time bent.
Then she looked up.
And smiled.
It was subtle—barely a smirk. But it was enough to shatter morale.
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**Inside the Fraxinus – Ratatoskr Command Ship**
Kotori Itsuka sat with legs crossed and lollipop lazily bobbing in her mouth. Her red ribbon swayed with the ship's artificial breeze.
"What the hell is she...?" she muttered.
Reine analyzed data, screens flickering.
"Power readings are off the charts. This doesn't match any Spirit profile we've ever seen."
"So she's new?"
"She's not *new*," Reine said softly. "She's something else. Look."
The monitor zoomed in. The Unknown was walking—no, gliding—through the hail of bullets. Unbothered.
"No spatial armor, no manifestation, and yet... she's untouched."
"Give her a code name," Kotori ordered.
Reine hesitated. Then typed: **SPIRIT: UNKNOWN**
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**AST Field Command – Command Center**
"Report!" barked General Ishikawa.
"Sir! Unit Theta engaged the entity. They... They can't touch her!"
"What do you mean 'can't touch'?"
"She's inside their formation. Casualties mounting. Visual feed compromised."
"Deploy backup squads! Secure the zone. If this is a Spirit, we contain it now."
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**Back at the Crater**
She moved faster than they could blink.
A single motion, and one soldier's visor cracked. Another was thrown across the crater wall with a sickening crunch. Blood misted the air.
Still, she didn't *kill* them. Not yet.
She reached out—grabbing one AST girl by the waist and yanking her close.
"Tell me what you are," she whispered. "Why your clothes show so much skin... Do you *want* to be touched?"
The girl screamed as her body was groped—rough, humiliating. Her breast was squeezed. Another girl tried to intervene, only to have her arm broken in two sharp motions.
"You're all... pretty," she muttered. "So soft. So scared."
Kiana's influence surged. Herrscher screamed in protest. Kafka laughed.
The Unknown pressed her lips to the AST girl's ear.
"Answer me, or I'll take something else."
"W-We don't know! Spirits just appear! We-we're trying to protect the city!"
No lies. But no use.
With a flick, she threw the girl aside.
She was done.
A pulse of void energy spiraled beneath her feet. Space folded. Time peeled.
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**Elsewhere**
The Unknown emerged in an alley.
Dirty. Cold. Wet.
She walked until she found a door—a broken sign read *Mizuki's Workshop.*
Inside, it was worse. Peeling walls. A reeking mattress. Blood and rope above.
A man hung from the ceiling.
She looked at him.
Nothing.
Not pity. Not disgust. Just... nothing.
She cut him down. Cleaned the rope. Tossed the body out the back like trash.
Then she scrubbed the walls. Opened windows. Repaired the sink.
"I'll stay here," she murmured. "Until I know who I am."
*You are me,* the Unknown God said.
*You're broken,* Herrscher hissed.
*You're fun,* Kafka whispered.
*You're horny,* Kiana giggled.
She smiled.
"I am... Unknown."
And the city trembled in her silence.