Putrid steam flows through the streets of Ashtown, where alchemical waste and memory residue ferment. When Lucas woke up from the emerald riverbank full of corpses, his right eye was branded with Katia's dark moon curse, and the star-patterned copper coin in his arms was engraved with evidence of three hundred reincarnations.
The demon hunter's scarlet cloak rustled in the moonlight, and the church's inverse pentagram emblem burned the back of every dark elf hybrid's neck. The star tattoo on the wrist of pharmacist Irene resonated with the scar on his palm, and the two of them ran for their lives in the dark alley entangled with corpse vines. Ancient blood pacts oozed from the corpse wax walls of the underground tunnels, and a swarm of soul-eating spiders gnawed at the truth that the church had concealed for three centuries—the replica sleeping in the crystal coffin, the faded No. 49 Code on the human experiment record, and the sacrificial rules written in elven blood in the broken pages of the "Code of the Children of the Night."
When the glow of the twin moons penetrated the underground river, the twelve star keys pieced together a horrifying puzzle on the crystal altar: next to the blood-stained lobotomy instrument, Lucas's real name, which had been erased by the church, danced on the nameplate. What rises in the undercurrent are not only the ghosts of the past, but also the bloody handprints with his name carved on the walls of the nursery are crawling out of the abyss of memory with Katya's sneer.
At this moment, the last demon hunter lifted his hood, revealing a face identical to that of the experimental subject. The star-patterned copper coin is hot in the palm of the hand, and Irene's dagger is already pressed against Lucas's back - there are never innocent people in this escape game that began on the night of the lunar eclipse...
