A wave of terror gushed from my stomach to my heart. It was something that I couldn't overcome no matter how many times I faced the dead. Even so, I gritted my teeth and looked up.

Underneath the rag around my neck, a pendant glowed as it ceased to function as a Mystic Code.

Of course, it was not my mentor who made it, but a student of the El-Melloi Classroom, Flat Escardos.

“You’re…just some girl with a hood on?!” The young man shouted in disbelief. At the same time, the box in my hands also changed.

“First stage restraint, rescinded!”

The birdcage contorted and transformed into something that didn't belong in the daylight. It had a blade longer than my arm, curved like the crescent moon. Strange eye-like patterns adorned its handle.

It was a scythe(Grim Reaper).

The edge of the blade clashed with the spirits as the boats continued to burn around us. It not only cleaved the spirits it came into contact with cleanly, but also eliminated any behind them with the aftershock of the blow.

It was as if the scythe removed their ties to the world of the living.

“W-what is that!?”

Adventures of Lord El-Melloi II: The God Devourer; Prologue