On the blood-soaked battlefields of two kingdoms, a young man tries to understand the essence of his blood and the secret of shadows. And that’s not all. Not many people take me into account—especially after my “splendid” initiation for the kingdom’s Guardians. I wonder what they would say if they knew that the gifts that were bestowed on me came from the Ancestor Amanya herself. And I wonder what they would do if they knew she told me to protect the accursed blood of the Nameless. But me? I’m preoccupied with a different question: what exactly is so special about my blood? Could there be something in it besides shadows?