In this world of hidden mysteries and secrets, will you still maintain your original intention and wield your sword against them?
In this world where the jungle prevails, the winner is king, and the loser is bandit, will you still remember the suffering of "people" and wield your sword against them?
In this world that is destined to be unfair to you and others, will you still remember the way you came and swing your sword at them?
Under this bright neon night, someone must follow the crowd and swim upstream.
In that fog that no one cares about... Is there a greater crisis lurking?
In this world of "people", they are their own "gods"
Intention: When we met after 400 million lifetimes, the lotus shed the one drop of tears that could not be shed.