After the old world collapsed, no one knew where it started.
She woke up from the ruins, carrying ancient imprints and vague memories, and was forced to step into a torrent of fate that was already destined.
Mistful prophecies, unnameable bonds... The truth lies beneath the dilapidated ruins, the gods are silent, and people's hearts are fragile.
If everything has been written, who can write again?
Intention: When the mark in the bloodline awakens, when the chain of fate quietly breaks, the old god sleeps, and the new one will rise. True salvation is never about saving the world, but about identifying oneself.