Once a mere mortal, Emika awoke in the harsh snowy plains covered in blood—perhaps her own or perhaps someone else’s. She felt strange like her mind had been transported into a different body. A doll perhaps, for she was immune to the frost-biting weather and her mortal skin would have decayed to being so much exposed to subzero temperatures. She felt a divine power pulsating slowly but with a diamond-like rigidity from her heart to her deadly fingertips. She is a Kami of nothing, no title, just an accident of unknown origin. It’s unclear who made her, who broke the sacred laws to do the unthinkable in creating her. Another Kami perhaps. For what reason? Perhaps one day, hidden in the snowfa...