At dusk by the riverside, the Dacryon Magical Girls transformed, preparing to face the swarm of insect-like Fallen Infants. “At that moment, we never could have imagined… that things would turn out the way they did…” Surrounded, the Dacryon Magical Girls were restrained by sticky saliva spat upon them. Tentacles slithered across their bodies, licking every inch, creeping into every opening—until they violently invaded their most sensitive areas. Feeling their bodies change, the three warriors lay on the ground, drenched in semen, their eyes vacant, their bodies trembling in spasms. Then, glowing lewd sigils emerged on their lower abdomens, pulsating with an eerie light, igniting emotions within them that they could no longer suppress. “And then… the moment finally arrived.” Defeated and in a wretched state, they were trapped in the realm of fallen angels and monsters. There, standing before them, was the source of it all—the Fallen Holy Mother.