Dying Spring

On a continent where eternal summer and endless night coexist, the two major churches have maintained a balance for thousands of years. Until an aphasic scribe wrote a sentence on parchment that should not exist - "Spring, looking for her other half." The rules should only be summer and winter. But the broken "spring" is awakening, and her death is tearing apart the time of the world. The Tracer, the Blasphemer, the Redeemer, the Nameless One... The nine brand identities were involved in this law-level hunt one after another. And the scribe whose voice was taken away by the law became the only one who could understand the cry of spring. "My name is Spring. But this is not my real name. My real name is - Spring and..." The last word was erased by the law.