Born with the ability to use the sword and shield passed down for generations, two girls and their group of weapons wind up working together to find answers on how they came to be.
“My body burned with sharp prickles all over. I couldn’t stand for much longer and fell to my knees. The pain was numbing but not enough. My right arm was being crushed and reassembled over and over again until it formed the shape of the weapon I once held. I looked over at my comrades. Dead. All of them.”