This world has never offered a fair choice. Birth, strength, even destiny, all are the cruel games of fate, drenched in wounds. Yet amidst destruction and suffering, I chose to fight. If everything must end in emptiness, then I will create a different ending, an ending that is truly mine.

That night, the crimson moon hung over a dying world. The wind carried whispers of pain from souls who had lost their way, and I stood amidst it all, clutching a sword with blood-stained hands. Not the blood of enemies, nor of strangers, but the blood of a hope I once cherished.

Chapter 1