The sky split eight hundred years ago, and the world has long forgotten that the sky once split.
High-rise buildings have been built, subways have opened, and the awakened person's grade certificates and university diplomas are placed together, like two indistinguishable diplomas.
But some people remember.
Remember the surname that was burned clean by a fire five hundred years ago, remember the man who stood in front of three hundred clansmen corpses with a spear twenty years ago without falling, remember the door that began to appear thirty years ago and was engraved on every corpse of the Awakened.
A young man carrying a broken gun came out of the basement and wanted to ask a very simple question——
What happened that year.
But the chessboard was set. The chess pieces have no right to ask questions.
