That year, I personally destroyed the Demon King's most cherished token and watched his power collapse and he fled in panic.
That year, I thought I saved the world and became a hero.
It wasn't until many years later that I understood - there was no winner in that duel.
What I crush is the last hope to maintain her existence; what I fight against is myself who will fall into despair in the future.
And she, the lover I saved and lost again, is the only weapon in the world to take revenge on me...
Now, I have embarked on the same journey, collecting materials that destroyed all realms, just to reverse her death.
I know that at the end of time, another "I" is waiting with a sword.
This is a story about how I became me and how I had to kill myself.
