We Agreed to Die Together, but She Stabbed Me

God is dead. Died in the final battle against the invasion of alien gods. His remains became the last refuge, and the church maintained order with lies - God was simply asleep and the outside world was destroyed. But Elias can see the truth. He saw the Sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's head. See the secret hidden in the tired eyes of Angel Phil. He saw the dark purple lines that occasionally flashed on his wrists when he smiled, the nun Lili who had grown up with him. He wanted to pretend not to see her and spend the rest of his life peacefully with her. Until one day, time stopped. Another "self" crawled out of the shadow and said to him in a voice ten thousand times more tired: "You think you can protect her?" "I am you. I have failed." In order to cut off this fatal fate. He put on the pitch-black armor stained with twelve dead souls, took the spear engraved with names, and walked toward the devouring wasteland. Everyone said he was the destined king. The prophet, blinded, pointed to his chest and said, "Here is the echo of the throne." The story hunter thumbs through his destiny, mocking that he will die alone on his throne. Even he believed it. He thought he was performing a tragic one-man show and was preparing for a certain death. But he didn't know—— Three hundred miles behind him in the wind and snow, there was a figure wearing a thin cotton coat, stepping on his footsteps, walking towards the cold throne step by step.