Eternal Reaper

"One day, I'm going to leave this village behind. See the world, taste foods I've never even imagined, swim in rivers wider than this whole valley… Maybe even find those legendary oceans the elders whisper about."



"Keep praying... Remember, in times of despair, this will be your salvation. Pass it on... Promise me... it will never be forgotten..."



"Live…"



"Foolish kid! You should've fled when you could!"



"Anik... if we can live until the morning light… never mind. Just... I'm glad you're here with me till the end."



"Take this chance... Run—Survive. Keep breathing when we cannot. Let your life be the monument to ours—every sunrise you see will be our vengeance."



No matter how fiercely he tried to bury his old name, no matter how desperately he clawed toward a new beginning, no matter how tenderly he loved another—the ghost of who he once was clung to him, whispering through the cracks of his fractured soul.



Is this the Curse of Living… or just the Essence of Death replaying the scene of the past vividly?



Anik—no—Lidien, who was played by fate, strove to live… even though he had now become Death itself.