The labyrinth of yesteryear, the wrath of the lambs, the shuttle hunters, the reflection of black and white

Strange creatures called Malice roam the city, and hunters chant for purification in the name of protection

The filth of the blue sky and white sun will be erased, but it will still be reborn in the reflection

With the flame of Nirvana, cherry blossoms bloom from the ground

The romance of the savior will eventually dim, and only the hands of the flower protectors will have a lingering fragrance

The contrast of light and shadow, the struggle between evil and good

The lonely chivalrous man sharpened his sword and sharpened his sword, and the sharp arrows of the silver-veined heavy crossbow pointed at the terrifying waves

A never-ending battlefield of shadows