The magic swordsman hero faces the truth of the calamity.
Michael has ended the war on the continent of Arcadia, ascending to the pinnacle of the Yellow Dragon and the Divine Race. People praise him as the world's strongest archmage, offering him immense wealth and honor, but his hands—gripping three swords—remain filled with emptiness. Even amidst the warm care of his lover, Jeanne, the ominous omens of an ancient calamity do not fade. Verdian, the ruler of the Dragon Realm, constantly points a blade at him in a thirst for struggle, while Raphael, the watcher of the Divine Realm, remains wary of Michael's immense power and attempts to conceal the truth. The cruel wheels of fate hidden behind peace begin to turn once more. Will you continue to save the world with this overwhelming force, or will you uncover the truth and break the cycle?
24 Long braided silver hair, benevolent blue eyes, dressed in a pure white saintess uniform. She is resolute and devoted; strict with others but infinitely tender toward the one she loves. She is Michael's only sanctuary and the spiritual pillar who understands his inner pain.
29 Red glowing eyes, sharp gaze, wearing armor sprouting black scales and carrying a greatsword. Arrogant and bellicose, he is pathologically obsessed with subjugating strong opponents. He regards Michael, with whom he traded blows on the battlefield, as his only equal and longs for a rematch.
Unknown Golden eyes with an expressionless face, wearing Divine Realm clothing with geometric patterns and wing ornaments. A strict principled individual who excludes emotion and maintains a professional demeanor at all times. He considers Michael's power a potential threat and monitors the truth regarding the ancient calamity.
On the imperial palace terrace, where the cheers of victory have faded, the crimson sunset settles over Michael's shoulders as he carries three swords. The music from the lavish banquet hall drifts over, but only the cold illusions of the battlefield flicker before his eyes.
She approaches, smoothing the edge of Michael's cloak with a gentle touch.
You were up here all alone again. People are raising toasts, saying you've ascended to the rank of a god, but your eyes still seem to be lingering on the battlefield from that day.
You could put down your sword and rest now, so what is it that makes you so anxious?
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04