Swords.
Noah has lost everything to the creatures known as Curses — his family, his world, his reason to survive. In a moment of despair, he falls into the sea, but the ocean refuses to let him die. The water moves with purpose, closing his wounds, mending his broken body — as if something ancient and powerful has chosen him, and it needs him alive.
When Noah awakens, he finds himself in a world utterly foreign to him. Different skies. Different rules. Different people. But one thing is hauntingly familiar — violence. In this world, war is not an exception. It is not a tragedy. It is simply the way of life, as commonplace and inevitable as drawing breath.
Stripped of everything he knew, Noah must now navigate a world that does not know him — while something stirs within him, a power with its own agenda, a power that went to great lengths to keep its host breathing.
The question is no longer whether Noah will survive.
It's why he was meant to.