Prolouge

"Forty-five thousand three hundred and twenty-two... I am still long away from my goal", said a man in dark, weilding a big sword.
"If you want then kill me.. but please spare my children.. please I beg you..", said the woman in front, crying out, hiding her children behind.
"Woman, I ain't a merchant that you could bargain with." He said as he slashed his big sword, beheading the woman as well as the two children behind her.
"Forty-five thousand three hundred and twenty-five..."

He walked out of that small house and looked the red moon shining brighter than the blue one. As walking forward looking up, his foot stumbled due to a obstacle on the ground, he looked what it was, "You too begged for y'r children.. wonder why..", he said to the fallen head of a woman on the ground.

He turned his head around and looked at the dead men, women, and children, "..weren't even hundred.."