Cratia knew, from the moment she awoke in her pod, that she was special.

  The God in Waiting sent her down to the world of Neo-Earth with a will to fight that made her more than useful to her assigned Recrudescent, a young man who was meek and had trouble killing even the weakest of Cultists.

  She found it quite tedious having such a weak master and had to listen to him constantly whine about how he wanted to go back to his home world.

  It got to the point that whenever they were engaged in battle, she would charge ahead, killing cultists as she pleased.

  This worked in her master’s favour because all he’d have to do was just stand in the back and watch as she crushed all things metal, flesh and bone.

  When the two weren’t fighting or assisting the Saintly forces, they stayed restlessly in one of the many tents that polluted the outskirts of the city of Cu?al. A vast network of mud, waste and fearful humans who clung close to each other, fearing the distant resounding bombs.

  Why hadn’t her master, a Recrudescent being, been warmly welcomed into the bustling city?

  Because he wasn’t the only Hero who had been sent from a time and place that was beyond the veil of reality.

  Many were already in the city, many who were more powerful and braver than him, and many more had come before only to die in the trenches just a few dozen kilometres to the north.

  This didn’t bother Cratia or her master that much, however.

  Apparently, her master had met a pitiful end back on earth and was grateful just to be alive again, while Cratia was happy with just serving her purpose.

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  And so. With this mutual understanding, the two lived on and, due to Cratia’s many accomplishments, they were eventually able to get a better home near the tall concrete walls of the city that was considered the hub of trade along the trenches.

  They grew closer, with him serving a more domestic role. Tending to their home while she was out in the trenches.

  However, just as things seemed to be going well for them, the cultists launched an insidious attack.

  They hid several of their own among the refugees, and these crazed followers of the Miasmal Serpent had their bellies filled with explosives that were brimming with MAL energy.

  Since security in the slums was spotty, the cultists were able to get close to the wall, where they detonated their explosives.

  They failed to destroy the wall, but it is speculated that this was just a distraction for something even more dastardly.

  And for Cratia, this marked the day she lost her master.

  The pathetic little human she had taken a liking to and the one she had found comfort in had been reduced to a pile of crushed flesh beneath the rubble.

  In her wrath, Cratia returned to the trenches, where she butchered her way through the cultists until she fell from exhaustion, something which was rare for a KVL.

  She was picked up from the pit of mud and corpses she’d made by Stician, who brought her to Dollman, who offered her wisdom and a new weapon.

  A great axe of divine make.

  While grateful for his efforts, all she could think about was getting revenge on the ones who had killed her friend.

  And so, at the earliest possible chance, she returned to the trenches where she killed more of their seemingly endless ranks.

  That was, until she encountered Ellyn - The Red Dullahan, who beat her up so bad that she wasn’t able to land even a single punch.

  Cratia’s strength, that which she had relied on her whole life, was found lacking.

  Defeated, she was taken deep into the Lair of the Caprine Lord where, without any resistance on her part, she was tortured and brainwashed into worshipping a dark god who would supposedly one day come to eat all things.

  She didn’t care.

  Not anymore.

  The cultists told her to kill the soldiers she had once fought alongside, but it didn’t matter.

  It didn’t even matter when she met Mumu, who became the second person to triumph over her.

  She didn’t say it, but she was grateful that the fresh-faced KVL killed her.

  Finally, she could join her master in eternal sleep.