Three thousand years.
The secret of the destruction of the fairy world is engraved in the cracks of a bronze mirror.
The master the man in the mirror is waiting for is an F-class trash.
He doesn't know who he is.
He didn't know what that grass could do.
He didn't even know that someone had spent three thousand years waiting for him to awaken, only to kill him with his own hands on the day he awakened.
Now, the mirror is cracked.
The countdown begins.
