The bloody wind blows, and the fairy tower of the past no longer exists. Now there are only the young men in front of the ruins wielding swords to control their energy. Rather than a rush of blood bringing peace, the teenagers fell one by one, making the ruins even darker.
Who can save them?
From the depths of the ruins, two clusters of faint lights flew out quietly, one to the east and the other to the west.
Mission: Feelings of family and country, moving forward hand in hand