An empire stained with blood That day, consumed by the cursed sword, I cut down the people I loved most with my own hands. Fifteen years have passed under its curse. Now, having claimed all ten legendary swords forged by man, I made a wish upon the holy sword. “Take me back—to the time I killed anyone.” Time rewound to the moment before all tragedies began. And yet, the sword remained in my hand. This time, I won’t succumb in the same way. Neither the cursed sword, nor fate, nor anyone else will control me again. “There won’t be a second miracle. This time, I will find happiness.”