Thirst

"The world was dominated by three leaders of three pack, a lord as pure and cold as the first snow, a queen with redness burning her soul, and a young girl who owns a face that made males fall below her green, puffy dress. "
Powers converged at a strike, with frames and traps fell between the line of victory. At the moment of war, a girl who with a destined fate was born in the cries of the death. She was a mix, a mix of three kinds of blood. She was known as the low peasant by others until she was recognised as the only one who can save them from the strike of the power.