The tomb robbers in the East Friel Territory never imagined that what they pried open was not a coffin, but the wounds of an era.
A pair of brothers and sisters who are not blood relatives walk side by side in the rift where magic, faith and ancient curses collide. They tried to cut off the thread of fate, but they didn't know that every time they swung their swords, the existences that were dormant under the third level of the other shore and were neither life nor death would gradually wake up.
No one can deny that one of the hands that finally ignited the war on this continent belonged to the brother and sister who tried to resist their fate. The road under their feet has been quietly paved with the sacrifices of the times and the awakening sighs of ancient gods.
