Destiny set me as an eternal guardian—my name was on everyone’s lips who found themselves in trouble. When the Mists came, I became the last hope and saved thousands of lives, but I was betrayed and killed. What does eternity mean for one whose spirit is immortal? Only a stretch of endlessness until the next incarnation. In a new guise, in a new world. A barely felt call? Answer it!
Now I’m one of the heirs of a strong lineage, but who said it would be easy? I won’t walk the slippery road laid out by my father—so neither peace nor my father’s fortune will be mine. And besides, a whole pile of enemies of the family is now my headache. But all that is trifling, because the Mists have reached here too—meaning time is running out. Our battle isn’t over yet!