[Western Fantasy]+[No System]+[New System] In the continent of Ereros where the "original law" is the law, pollution corrodes everything, and magic is accompanied by madness. East Windspeaker awakens here - a classical musician from the earth. In his eyes, the world is filled with splendid chords of origin that are invisible to ordinary people, but his soul is as pure as the first snow.
Chaos is the prelude to his coming. Struggling on the verge of death from falling from a high altitude, he accidentally activated the power of "purification" and healed the collapse and catastrophe that had caused a loss of life. This pure light is both the fire of hope and the candle that attracts poisonous snakes. The eyes in the dark focused instantly: the dignitary eager for healing, the scholar obsessed with research, the ancient existence intent on devouring power - all sights pinned him to the center of the whirlpool of fate.
But what shakes East's heart is far from the outside world's covetousness. A drop of blood falls into the net of source law and awakens the cold coordinates: deep in the world, there is an inhuman creature imprisoned, a taboo waiting to be opened. Why does it respond to His blood? Who gave the order? The answers may lead to redemption or deeper destruction.
Elegance is East's armor, and knowledge is his only weapon. Embracing the music theory of the earth and the string vibration of the universe, he must compose a song of his own in this twilight era where laws are distorted and civilization is decaying. Is it the "key to cleansing" that will heal the world? Or will it become a precious prey for competition from all parties? Or... After uncovering the dusty coordinates, will he become the "Unknown One" who ignites the final war?
When the whispers of the eclipse world become the eternal background sound, his fingertips that pluck the strings of origin will determine the prologue to the end of everything.
