Celtic Shadows: Throne of Blood

In a border town where both Druid and Assassin bloodlines are taboo, herbalist apprentice Lorne is the most inconspicuous "unclean person". During the day, he was pushed and fell by the gangsters in the tavern, but at night, he transformed into twin shadows in the blood space: his left hand was entangled with thorns, harnessing the power of nature; his right hand, the shadow surged, reaping the fatal edge. When the tide of monsters tears apart the town's boundaries and everyone despairs—— The medicine hoe in Lorne's hand fell to the ground and turned into a shadow blade, and vines roared out from under his feet, instantly crushing the vanguard of the beast wave. "I'm sorry," he smiled while stepping on the demon blood, "I have shown my hand. Your lives are now taken over by my shadow." And on the top of the astrological tower in the distant royal capital, the spindle of destiny, symbolizing the heavens and the worlds, suddenly trembled, and a dim silver thread suddenly lit up, pointing straight to the border...