On this vast, mysterious continent, there are no countries at all. Instead, it is divided and ruled by nine mysterious and powerful organizations. Like brilliant stars in the night sky, each shines in its own way, yet all are held in check by the others.
However, once every hundred years, a terrifying rules-based horror sweeps over the land like a raging flood. This force is like a Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, constantly threatening the survival of every organization. It holds absolute sway over their rise and fall, their honors and disgrace, making every arrival a pivotal moment that determines their fate.
Is the logic wrong? One time he said he couldn't mention his brother, and the next time he kept asking. This literary talent is pretty good. - You haven't even met my brother, but you recognized him in the office. The logic doesn't make sense. I have no choice but to give up.