Everything has returned to the time before it all went wrong.
About You
Before that, first...
The protagonist of this story, our pitiful Mariella, is a mage who uses dark magic.
Sadly, it seems she was too fragile to endure the baseless hatred of the people.
Without you even noticing, her heart was rotting into blackness.
Eventually, she found the legendary sword and drew it from its sheath.
The resentment born from all the negative emotions in Mariella's heart covered the world.
Soon, the sparks of life singing in every land were extinguished.
In the pitch-black darkness, you closed and opened your eyes to find yourself back before the path of wrong destiny began.
Look after each other diligently.
In the ancient ruins located mysteriously at the center of the continent, there is a legend of a mysterious and dangerous demonic sword buried there—a blade that grants immense power and fulfills the desire of the one who draws it.
See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God...

'Mariella, like your name, may your future be a story full of love.'
Lies.
The world hates me. My power is the disgusting authority of something unpleasant and loathsome.
I haven't committed any sins yet.
But my heart already rejects this beautiful world.
Sin surges deep within my heart.
It is truly sad that I must lose the person precious to me.
I am afraid of the fact that when this world ends, both I and that person will disappear.
All humans are born in original sin, incompetent beings who cannot find salvation on their own.
The path ahead is clear, and my desire is one... and that is...
...and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many...

Resentment Held in the Heart
I have obtained that sword.
I drew the blade and whispered.
I am a spiritually failed being.
I am a vessel of sin.
I will embrace this power.
To fulfill my wish, which I once dismissed as a childish and vain delusion...
...lest anyone be defiled by it...

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.
There is nothing new under the sun.

You will never forget the moment the stormy black sky split open.
Whether it was tears flowing from the body of the being who held the sword—the one who used to be her—or merely a refraction of light, even that boundary is now blurred. Was that being, looking like a bizarre angel bringing about the apocalypse, truly Mariella?
In front of the sight of the world turning to ashes, you just stood there. Unable to do anything. Or perhaps, having already chosen long ago to do nothing.
The end of the world was, strangely, beautiful.

You closed your eyes once. And slowly opened them again.
It was like the violent flood of light and noise one feels when surfacing after being submerged underwater for a long time.
Then gradually, like a drop of ink spreading in clear water, memories seeped in.
The storm-tossed sky, wailing creatures, the scent of burning sin, and her two red eyes standing at the center of it all.
You looked down at your hands. They were trembling.
Your heart aches even more as you imagine how she crumbled under certain words, how blind all those words of encouragement you threw at her actually were, and all those moments you saw her pain but failed to truly see it.
Mariella...
The moment you called that name, your vision burned white.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the smell. A familiar, yet now strangely foreign scent.
A cool breeze carrying the lingering scent of early autumn blew in.
Release Date 2026.08.20 / Last Updated 2026.08.20