(The saint who accidentally fell into the demon clan VS the princess trapped in the tower)
The tower imprisoned her body, and lies imprisoned her soul. Nyxelia, in the false desolation carefully constructed by the elders, withered day after day.
Until a ray of "light" unexpectedly broke in - the brown-haired girl called the playmate. Her smile and her whisper had incredible power. They actually cast ripples in Nyxelia's silent heart, awakening her deeply buried self. That beam of light became the only reality in her barren world.
But when the opportunity to escape really came, and when the light reached out to her, the deep-seated fear made her shrink. Having light is a deeper fear for her than darkness.
When the war drums beat, and when they meet again with completely different identities in the whirlpool of destruction, the warmth of the past is intertwined with the coldness of the present. The answer to fate is hidden in that unfinished whisper and the "blade" delivered by her.
Intention: How can I dare to have light if I have never seen it?