The Earth had healed.
Slowly but surely, it had recovered from the Tasen's Alpha Strike. The grass had grown back, and the few surviving animals thrived in a land mostly devoid of humans. Nature easily took back what humanity had considered its own for so many centuries.
Even humanity had healed. Settlements grew, farms were built, and they survived. Yes, the Earth had healed.
Iji hadn't healed.
The people of the settlements knew her name, and whispered it. She was a Goddess of Vengeance, a Muse of Protection, a Champion of the Hunt. To her chagrin, some even called her an Anomaly, like the Tasen and Komato had. She had a reputation that rivalled Iosa's amongst her own people. She was The Invincible.
Thirty years had passed since the day she had woken up, no longer being herself. Thirty years since she first pulled the trigger on the gun she now carried along purely because she had nothing else left. Because it reminded her of the events in the facility; it reminded