In an imaginary world, I use my glass body to nourish a lone sword named "Nine Nethers".
She was transformed by the resentment of the battlefield and thirsty for evil spirits, but I was her only pain reliever.
This encounter is their fate.
I heal her and she tears me apart. They consume each other and depend on each other.
In the end, will she cut off her fate and go to the battlefield, or will I burn my last ray of moonlight?
Or... In this unsolvable dead situation, can a third possibility arise?
At the end of the story, there are no answers. Only the moonlight remains as silent as ever.
