The land is magnificent, and heroes bow before it. He is wholly devoted to the struggle for power, determined to become ruler of all under heaven, yet amid plots and schemes, he falls in love before he even realizes it.
Her loved one is dead, and her hatred runs deep as the sea. She is determined to bring the dead back to life, ruthless and leaving a trail of blood at every turn, only to discover an unbelievable truth.
They share life and death along the way, but also deceive and scheme against each other. In the end, even the deepest love comes to nothing.
He gazed at the dazzling flames blazing beneath the cliff, and a despair he had not felt in years welled up inside him. The mighty throne he had struggled so hard to claim was finally within his grasp, so why did it feel like a thorn in his throat? Why couldn't he feel happy?
The red-clad figure before the cliff, the demoness's eyes and brows, the look she gave him as she leapt... The karmic fire of the Red Lotus burned away more than an army of thousands. It consumed the last thing I still cared for in this world.
