Before the realms were nine, there was only fire.
And in that fire, a sword was born—not by hand, but by will. A blade forged from eternity, set with nine living stones, each echoing the essence of a god.
One was chosen. Then another. And then the sword refused them all.
Now the world is shattered—split into realms ruled by demon kings, bound in cruelty and shadow. The air still trembles from the betrayal of a brother who broke the realms with a single blow... and from the silence of the one who vanished.
But prophecy speaks again.
It whispers of five strangers drawn together by fate. A runaway with fists like thunder. A girl born of flame. A thief who sees too much. A fighter without a past. And a guide cloaked in gold... who may not be what he seems.
They do not know what hunts them.
They do not know what sleeps beneath the realms.
They do not know the curse they carry.
But the sword knows.
And the sword never forgets.