A group of individuals at the pinnacle of power silently toiled for the same goal, through millennia, unwavering unto death.
He came from another world, a necessary instrument for their goal's fruition. Subjected to disdain, he tasted the vicissitudes of life, only to realize it was all a scheme.
Is he their young master, or merely a pawn in their game?
What exactly transpired a hundred thousand years ago? In a world of battle aura and magic, why does only battle aura remain? What is the connection between battle aura and magic?
Dazzling beauties, tumultuous battles, an unparalleled splendor-all in the usurpation of the divine!