The North Sea's night is beautiful, neon lights glowing, traffic flowing incessantly, stars twinkling in the sky, the bright moon hanging high.
Peace seems to be the main melody of everything.
However, hidden behind all this is an unknown bloody reality.
The space ripples slightly, a shadowy figure is rushing at high speed, yet just as it passes a corner alley.
Slash!!
An instant, a long knife pierces through the figure's chest, simultaneously, an agonizing pain akin to thousands of ants devouring the heart erupts, the figure reveals its form from the void, face twisted, but before he can even utter a scream, blood transforms into a net and instantly drags him into the dark alley.
"Three Deceits Cult, you are truly mad!!"
"Just an evil cult, daring to provoke the Seven Alliances, only destruction awaits you!!"
The figure roars, his entire body pitch-black, resembling a drifting shadow, this is the Shadow Race, one of the Seven Alliances.
