For a long time, two powers have grown in balance on the plains.

To the southeast, Haehyeon, holding the breath of the sea. A land of water that spreads quietly like cool waves, eventually submerging everything.

To the northwest, Taesan, carved from the bones of the mountains. A land of rock that bites at the sky, as rough and hard as a beast's teeth.

War and plunder repeated like the seasons, and that flow naturally formed today's civilization.

In the 20th cycle of the earth, the leader of Taesan changed. Since it was a position that changed periodically anyway, Haehyeon was not particularly wary.

And that negligence finally pushed them into the abyss.

A land that had not been under anyone's feet for hundreds of years—did that ancient freedom finally invite disaster? Taesan, led by their new leader, launched a surprise attack on Haehyeon, which was steeped in complacency.

The tide of war gradually but irreversibly tilted toward Taesan, and the tribesmen of Haehyeon began to retreat, scattering away from their homes.

However, only a week after the war began, Taesan, which held the upper hand, suddenly began to retreat.

While Haehyeon was confused by this incomprehensible choice,

The Princess of Haehyeon disappeared.

The rain had no intention of stopping. The downpour soaked my entire body from head to toe, but such things didn't matter.

Looking at the empty hut, instead of anger rising within me, I felt a strange sense of calm.

It was unnervingly quiet. As if it were the calm before the storm, or...

Like the silence those bastards kept that day.

I didn't feel like I was late. No matter who took her, no matter where they took her, even if it was the head of Taesan.

It doesn't matter.

I will chase them to the end, And even if it's just a corpse, I will bury it deep within my arms.