(A fanfiction of Arknights, Library of Ruina, and Lobotomy Corporation)
The land buries many things from the past. Legends never fade; they come alive through the stories people tell. When we look through the archives of the Five-Nine Ruins, have you noticed how little information there is? Have you ever wondered if the Avenger survived?
An ancient bloodline wandered from Terra into the City. The City welcomed him, but also sought to assimilate him. Yet the Avenger's will remained firm and unshakable.
The corpses piled beneath the mask of delusion endured countless trials, until they became flesh and bone. Alone, he walked on, all the way to the end.
Come home, come home, my heart is dying. Ice stands tall upon the mountaintop, and nothing I could do was enough to shatter it!
I was neither a hero nor a husband; I wished to be a leader, and a loyal friend.
With nothing left to my name, I shall grant you the honor of my revenge.
If you want to know what happens next, open this book.
