The sheltered princess unexpectedly became bloodthirsty and mad overnight. A vivid red cinnabar mark stained the space between her brows.
The carefree general endured the pain and stopped at nothing, until everyone turned against him. In the end, it was all just a fleeting splendor.
The sinister, wicked demon king was willing to let love tear his heart apart. But who gathered the reeds of love for the one he cherished?
The gods, locked in a struggle for dominion over the four corners of the world, all harbor secrets that time has buried...
The distant past is gone, and the ancient love has been trampled beneath iron hooves.
Hear the echoes of antiquity and lament its incomparable desolation; old dreams and fragrant souls, a love that cuts to the bone.
