We fear the unseen because we cannot see it, and we revere the unseen because we cannot see it.
How will a boy with fragmented memories stay true to his own path in this world, where chaos seems to reign but perhaps does not?
Will he scorn it, protect it, or destroy it?
The long-awaited choice is made, and the sword in his hand swings down.
P.S. There's no way the class monitor's novel could be this normal!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
