Ezra Ashenguard was an ordinary man in a world of the extraordinary. A noble without power, a scholar without amazing gifts. He was a genius incapable of grasping what even the simplest fools could understand.

And because of that, he clung to the old ideals: That his time would come

Until the day the Gate of Order revealed the raw truth:
Laws aren’t principles—they're weapons.
And every one of them was aimed at his chest.

Betrayed by those he called brothers, abandoned by his own blood,
Ezra was left on the edge of the abyss—until the darkness offered him a pact:

"If you can't find the laws..."
"Usurp them… make your own."

The price? His soul.
Ezra smiled bitterly. "My soul? I’ve never had much use for it anyway."

Now, he carries a new truth: in a world ruled by rigid laws,
the only freedom lies in breaking them—letter by letter, blood by blood.