Lucille . . .
Before the war with the Goblins and Grendelkin.
A woman with pink curly hair that cascaded down to her knees was looking at the thousands of goblin army at the center of a wide magic circle.
Her left eye was covered with her fringe, and she was wearing a dark robe that hid her frame while the hood of the robe covered her head.
She was about to cast a spell when she heard the voice from behind her. She turned around and saw a man with long white hair donned in a white robe. She couldn't discern his face under his hood, for it was forever shrouded in blurs.
"Is it ready?" the man asked.
"Yes," the girl replied and lowered her head.
"Remember to destroy everything and don't let anyone escape. Every soul is important."
The girl looked to the side and fumbled her fingers. "I-I know."