The heart of the old world, withered and stiff with age, could no longer beat. Its bloated body was rotting away, yet people believed that the prosperity and revelry they saw would last forever. Only in a dream did someone witness the fate of the old world: the anger of the forsaken would ignite all the filth in the world, until daylight burned like fire and night fell silent as death.
There was still a chance. There was still time. All he had to do was find her before fate's bells began to ring...
In a corner unknown to all, a man with no past and no name put on a helmet, hiding his face in a darkness beyond fate's sight.
