People told me I was crazy - seeing strange floating runes and hearing the whispers of the undead. In this world where magic dominates everything, I have no gifted affinity for magic, no golden finger, only the lingering "madness" in my mind. When reality and illusion intertwined, and when the shadow of dark magic enveloped the land, I was forced to struggle between madness and sanity to survive. Those crazy words that are considered nonsense may be the key to uncovering the truth of magic; those weird perceptions that haunt me may be the only weapon against the darkness. In a magical world where the weak prey on the strong, how does a "madman" break the shackles of fate by relying on his own will and find his own magical path?
