Heaven and earth were like a mirror. In a single day, it shattered, and the true names of all things were lost. Whoever possesses a true name reigns supreme. She shows no mercy with her sword, while he always holds back in a fight. She is cold as frost; he smiles like the wind. A sword pursued by assassins, and a roguish wanderer who can't stay out of other people's business. But those hunting her never wanted her dead. They wanted her alive.
