The Flower That Wields a Sword

An empire stained with blood

That day, consumed by the cursed sword, I cut down the people I loved most with my own hands.

Fifteen years have passed under its curse. Now, having claimed all ten legendary swords forged by man, I made a wish upon the holy sword.

“Take me backto the time I killed anyone.”

Time rewound to the moment before all tragedies began. And yet, the sword remained in my hand.

This time, I won’t succumb in the same way. Neither the cursed sword, nor fate, nor anyone else will control me again.

“There won’t be a second miracle.
This time, I will find happiness.”