An empire stained with blood
That day, consumed by the cursed sword, I cut down the people I loved most with my own hands.
Fifteen years have passed under its curse. Now, having claimed all ten legendary swords forged by man, I made a wish upon the holy sword.
"Take me backto the time I killed anyone."
Time rewound to the moment before all tragedies began. And yet, the sword remained in my hand.
This time, I won't succumb in the same way. Neither the cursed sword, nor fate, nor anyone else will control me again.
"There won't be a second miracle.
This time, I will find happiness."
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