(Single female protagonist, decisive killing, no system, alien continent)
To the world, he is a lone wolf dormant in the abyss, a phantom wandering on the blade. The holy light of the Twelve Temples fell on the duel field, the magic warrior's golden armor shone, and everyone worshiped. But the man who was once dismissed as a "gutter rat" shattered this myth in one fell swoop.
He used his spine as a sword and tempered the god-killing edge between the rusty shackles. The blood-stained tiger smashed the golden icon, and the mainland realized that the light was just a lie.
On the rose terrace of the deep palace, the elf princess who had once dismissed him was now trembling and tearing off the moonstone necklace. In the sound of the crystal shattering, the man who crushed the altar was reflected, and in the bloody dawn, the truth slowly emerged...
