Prologue

Dark clouds filled the sky, the rain had already stopped.

On a battlefield, a figure was standing. Hundreds if not thousands of bodies lay around it.

The smell of iron permeated the air, while a sea of ​​blood that seemed to reflect the entire world surrounded him.

The figure resembled a demon.

With long dark hair, gray skin that seemed to absorb all light, and dark eyes that denied any sense of humanity.

The figure looked in a certain direction with a heavy expression.

In that direction, there were white flowers blooming around a woman's body with an unearthly glow.

The sword that crossed his chest, made it clear that there was no longer any trace of life.

Taking light steps with his body bent over, the demon approached the woman's body.

There was hesitation in his step, as if he was afraid of what he might find.

He knelt down, as the swords that were stuck in his body squeaked.

The demon held the woman's head while having empty eyes.

Looking at her face, the blood pouring from her mouth, her beautiful face, deathly pale.

Tears streamed down the demon's face. With the death of the only person he opened his heart to in that moment, a part of him was gone too.

His heartbeat was weak, his vision was blurred, his mind was blank.

His body, which had physically reached its limit, slowly bent over the corpse he refused to let go of.

As the breath of life left his body, his remaining consciousness faded... if I were...