Above the sky, the constellations are sleeping gods, and the stardust is the unawakened power. When the thousand-year star orbit shifted, the brilliance of Libra cut through the long night, and the green light of Aldee tore open the dimensional barrier. A game with the starry sky as the chessboard and the constellations as the scepters quietly began.
It is the mark of fate, the source of power, and the ultimate key to the survival of the world. When the ordinary trajectory collides with the will of the stars, who can control the power of the constellations and let the sleeping power of the stars illuminate the direction of the end?
