"The souls of those chosen by the Oracle Sword are already riddled with holes."
The fall was not the end, but the prelude to a cruel chapter in Pilatesland. The time traveler Su He, with the scars carved by school bullying and the triple torn soul in his body, descended into the dark stage of magic and intrigue.
——The so-called salvation is nothing more than shaking hands with oneself in the abyss.
"Trash, your weakness will only kill everyone."
That was the whisper of the abyss, coming from the other half of his soul!
Is he the savior chosen by the Oracle Sword?
Or is it the God of Destruction that the Dark Moon Council believes in?
On the soul-torn battlefield, Su He's choice will determine whether Pilates will usher in the dawn... Or the eternal dark moon.
"Don't listen to him! Cut down the enemies when they come! Don't worry, I will protect you!"
