A blood-soaked empire.
That day, consumed by a cursed blade,
I cut down the ones I loved most with my own hands.
Fifteen years have passed since the sword tainted me.
Now the wielder of all ten legendary swords forged by humankind,
I made a wish to the Divine Blade:
"Take me back—to a time before I killed anyone."
Time rewound to the moment before tragedy began.
But the sword was still in my hand.
This time, I won’t be used.
Not by the cursed blade,
Not by fate,
Not by anyone.
“There won’t be a second miracle.
This time, I will find happiness.”