Fire burned down the stage, my junior sister and I were stained with blood on our costumes, and we died together with the bandits.
What I thought was the end turned into a century-old obsession and became an A-level BOSS that everyone feared in the infinite flow world.
We guard the broken stage and slaughter every intruder.
When modern players wear the white wedding dress we hate most and try to "purify" us with swords...
They only see the ferocity behind the mask, but they don't know that we have protected the mountains and rivers with our flesh and blood.
They think that the "blood of their lover" is the key to breaking the curse, but they don't know that it is never love that can save us.
But it's as hot as ours——
Loyal! Strong! Of! Blood!
