Is that mild smile that of a an angel, or a devil? We know not whose hand shapes the future, but it stirs now. Not even the gods know where she will go.
That gentle smile, does it belong to an angel, or perhaps a devil?
We do not know whose hands are shaping the future, but the rumblings have suddenly begun.
The place which the girls have arrived after their struggle―it is a place that not even the gods are aware of.