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.”