This is a mysterious ancient tribe that no one can imagine.
An ice phoenix looks up to the sky and roars, but it is endlessly sad and desolate.
He was supposed to be a king, standing on the highest peak and looking down at all living beings, with overwhelming power coming from the sky; cold and arrogant, with a heart as solid as ice, as if there had never been any emotion in his heart.
There is snow all year round, when will it melt? When will the thousand-year-old iceberg be destroyed? When will the revenge for genocide be avenged? As she walked along this road, she became confused. She didn't know where she came from, where she was going, or what her future destiny would be.
And him...
The tip of the sword shone brightly under the scorching sun, but she sighed helplessly. The blood was dripping down, but she couldn't feel the pain.
Are you still emotional in the end...?
When the last petal of the Calamus flower falls, her life will come to an end, right?
The helpless frown between the eyebrows cannot be resolved. Then go for it. Chasing the footsteps of falling petals, let life wither in the most beautiful moment.
... But how can those eyes that sound like a celestial maiden disappear...
Intention: There is no perfect person or thing