Three souls and one body, in the turbulent world of hunters
Two BTs and a novice, in the chaotic world of hunters
In this world, there is no so-called right or wrong.
Some people are born enemies by nature;
Some people are destined to kill when they are born;
Is it our fault or the sin of the gods?
We, can we resist?
The smoke filled the air, and the gods were crying silently.
Who can?
To prevent this fate that started from ancient times?
Our birth is the existence of rebellion against God.
Our belief is whether God exists.
Just because of our existence is the existence of God!