In this country known as the "Land of White Birds", he is undoubtedly the most noble and noble one, destined to reach the supreme position since his birth. But who could have imagined that the dripping blood under the pure white wings would have already dyed everything as pure black as night, setting off a huge wave of history step by step...
He is a nobleman from the barbarian tribe, with a strange and powerful tradition. His long silver hair symbolizes invincibility and courage. The name of the God of War will one day resound throughout the continent and write an immortal legend...
Was his encounter with him luck? Is it an injustice? Is it chance? Or is it the brilliance that never goes out in the dim years?