Dark. . Endless darkness. . There is no light. . . In the broken void, a boy about 19 years old. Lying in the chaotic space, motionless, as if dead.
The young man's black clothes were in tatters. Under the tattered clothes were wounds that had just stopped bleeding. Half of his body was covered with congealed blood. In his right hand was a snow-white long sword with a purple-red blade that gave people a strange feeling. The black hair on his head is fluttering with the flow of space. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
