In the ever chaotic continent filled with blood-spillers, a lone man wander the lands with only a sword in hand. The mysterious swordsman wander as if lost, visiting various city and place. No one knows what he wants, what he search for, but make no mistake. That man is no ghoul. His eyes filled with life, brimming almost shining. 

For the resident, common people, and righteous martial artists, his presence bring them warmth. His easily approached demeanor was nothing but a grease for a pleasant evening that will come. And his knowledge about the sword would evoke a sense of amazement in any sword practitioner. 

However. For the wicked, for the blood-spillers, for the demon in disguise, he is a prophet. But only one prophecy came out for them. One future. One inevitability. 

And that is—

—Death.

Sword Light