The cracks branched across Celia's skin and the ink running through her veins reminded her of only one thing. She can't and will never be forgiven. Her ability to subconsciously corrode anything or anyone in contact with her forced both Celia and her mother to stay in hiding. After being hunted down by a man with stitched lips, she soon stumbles upon the realm of Echisia where her allies turn out to be... An illusionist A maiden with blades growing from her skin And a wanted criminal Will death claim Celia? Or will she destroy herself first?