One blade to recall, one soul to never return.
He is a lonely figure walking in the dark night, led by blood debt, and vowed to kill the old enemy.
He is the glimmer of light that wakes up from chaos. There is nothing left, only the appearance of greed for money and the instinct to understand everything.
A journey together with different goals creates variables on the road to death.
"Don't go to Fengming City, you will die."
"... How do you know that?"
Under the cold blade, the heartstrings trembled for the strange and lonely soul; in the chaos, what blurted out was the mystery of life and death that no one could solve.
He forgot everything, but could not forget to protect him.
He isolates all sentient beings, but cuts off the cause and effect connected with him.
When the memory is locked in the fog, fate has already written familiar footnotes.
Is it a trick of reincarnation, a predetermined ending, or... Deep in the soul, has it recognized you earlier than memory?
The blade is cold and the heart is warm.
This is a journey of guarding in oblivion, between the light of the sword and the color of blood, rediscovering a deep love that has been erased by the world.
Intention: None