The planet was full of ruins after the defeat.
This place seemed like a forgotten corner of the galaxy, where refugees and escapees hid everywhere.
Here, there was no humanity, only killing and fighting.
The person who had been smiling and serving you a delicious dinner just a second ago could be holding a sharp knife to gut you the next.
In this place, one's own species was also a kind of food.
That year, Hannah was only six years old.
After leaving Southport, she came alone to this place rumored to have been cursed by the god of death—Blythe.
A six-year-old child here was like a mouthwatering feast.
Whether to be sold off or captured for rations, either would be a good choice.
Hannah went to the refugee area of Blythe.
It was a relatively safe place in the whole of Blythe.
But it was only relatively safe.
If every region had a sin value marked, then Blythe would surely be the highest.
