When your blade dulls, edges chipped by claw and shadow, will you swing or let it fall? In a slum choked by red cracks and fog, a boy wields a broken sword—jagged, unyielding, all he has. Three days from power, a whisper tempts: “Fix it. Break them.” Friends bleed, the steel trembles, yet he grips tighter. The World Tree watches, its roots deep in every soul, promising growth—but for whose gain? In a cosmos of veiled strings and devouring silence, his fight defies fate. A fractured edge, a stubborn will—will it cut, or shatter?

Broken Sword