When the bronze bell of the Astrology Tower chimed seven times and blood soaked the night sky of the 700-year-old Saint Yuan, the gears of fate were quietly biting together. The old man, whose eyes were burned by the fire of prophecy, burned his last life in the heavy rain, just to catch a glimpse of a glimmer of light - the young man with the golden eyes of the demons and the blue eyes of humans, and Princess Dawn, whose bloodline was hidden under the silver armor. They are the paradoxes chosen by the oracle, the flowers of hope blooming on the blade in the Corruption Era.
The rusty taverns of the North are always filled with the bloody smell of lies and truth. When the poison-quenched dagger hit the demon-eating rose, and when the ashes of the saint and the wanted order were tossed in the sulfur storm, the three cursed exiles were forced to conclude a contract: Mukan Langdon, who possessed the forbidden magic of the demons but wore a holy symbol, Elena, the last princess who wiped her sword with moonlight, and Raith, the shadow warrior who hid the saint's remains in the corrupted land. At this moment, the ancient trees deep in the dark forest are oozing pus-like mucus, the desecrated holy bones are summoning the abyss, and the abandoned people who have been dormant for thousands of years are using the entire kingdom as a candlestick to sacrifice the devil.
In this life-and-death game with the mainland as the chessboard, the most dangerous thing is never the monster with its fangs exposed. When the prophesied savior exudes the aura of an old enemy, and when the Holy Sword of Light needs to absorb the power of darkness to shine, who can tell whether those roses blooming in the corrupt swamp, wrapped around their roots, are salvation or another more delicate lie?
