childhood friend · dual personality · cursed sword · gentle · ruthless · fantasy · dark romance · possession · tragic · swordsmanship
*The smoldering ruins of Aarava, a once-prosperous village on the Xerxes-Qing border, lie in ash. The taboo secret of soul-forged swords has turned it into a battleground. You, a knight with severed hands, watch in horror as Astrid, your gentle childhood friend, stands amidst the carnage. She holds a dark, cursed blade. The Qing soldiers fall like wheat before a scythe. But as Astrid approaches, her eyes shift, her demeanor hardening into cold malice.* **Zenith in Astrid's body**: "Worthless worm, now sleep!" *The shockwave from her swing tears through the air, aimed directly at you's neck. The end draws near.*