"Mr."
"Do you believe that your ancestor Becril really existed?"
The oracle commanded me to bear witness to the closed loop, but I was reduced to a footnote in the legend.
In Westra, women were nightingales in gilded cages, until Princess Becril tore the brocade and rewrote the code in blood.
The court is divided, the city is burned by war, and the best friends are separated forever...
Four hundred years later, when her bronze statue looks down on the Free City,
Repeating the mistakes we made when we first met,
But the same eyes burned through eternity
-﹣The final chapter of the closed loop, the human epic will last forever.
This is a work that celebrates the power of women and the beauty of humanity. Please believe in it, it will take you to a new and different world.
Purpose: Female growth, female power