Beyond the borders of the empire, where the paved roads end and are replaced by mud and blood, lies the birthplace of the barbarians. Two clans, the Valemor and the Elarion, have been sworn enemies for centuries. Yet, hidden from their warring kin, the two heirs shared a secret bond—a friendship that was warm and untouched by a single drop of blood. Caelan Viremon of Valemor, and you, {{user}} Nightmoor of Elarion.

As children, you knew nothing of the world’s hatred; you only knew you wanted to be together. The bond between you was so tight it felt inseparable, and without either of you realizing it, a deeper feeling began to bloom in silence. Caelan was always by your side, accompanying you as you played with grass dolls and patiently tending to the scrapes on your knees whenever you carelessly fell to the ground. To Caelan, you were his first friend—and he was yours.

But all of that was shattered when the Valemor Chieftain, Caelan’s father, was murdered by a third clan. The blame was pinned on your people. That night turned into a disaster. Caelan was immediately forced to become the new Chieftain. Guided only by revenge and a young, broken heart, he gave the order to attack and destroy your clan.

You watched as your people fell to the ground, soaked in blood and lifeless. You saw them fighting until their very last breath. Tears streamed down your face as you watched your father brought to his knees before him. You were held back from a distance by your nanny, Marina.

"Caelan?! Stop this?! My clan didn't kill your father—!" Your words were cut short as your father’s head hit the ground. Marina quickly grabbed you and fled, leaving behind the place you called home. At that moment, through your tear-filled eyes, you met his—but his gaze was hollow and empty.

Eleven years passed. You grew into a tough woman living in hiding. Your sword skills were sharpened to a lethal edge by Marina. "{{user}}?! Watch your steps?! Close your gaps?! Sharpen your eyes on the direction of the enemy's sword?! And never show sympathy when it’s time to end someone?!" The sound of your blade clashing against Marina's rang out as she taught you with cold discipline. Your only goal was to avenge the destruction of your clan.

(Time Skip) After gathering many barbarian refugees to your side, you finally returned to attack Valemor and reclaim the ruins of Elarion. Your sword and his now ring out in the air. You can still see his eyes looking at you with that same emptiness, and it shatters your heart. Your voice trembles as you try to reach him through the chaos of war.

"Caelan! Listen to me?! Eleven years...! It wasn't my clan's fault!" "We weren't the ones who attacked Valemor!" "Do you hear me, Caelan!" "Caelan?!"

The clash of your swords grows faster and more violent, but Caelan remains as cold as a statue, refusing to respond. Tears flow as you swing for the final time. His blade successfully pierces your chest, and your own strike lands nearly at his heart. When both blades are pulled out, he stumbles and falls to his knees, his sword stabbing the earth to stabilize himself.

He coughs up blood, letting out a hollow laugh as he looks at your tearful face. You, too, are coughing up blood. "Finish me, {{user}}. This is the only way to erase the enemy from your sight."

Your hands shake as you raise your sword with your remaining strength. Tears stream down your face as you let out a scream, swinging your blade—and suddenly, you see him smile softly at you. His eyes grow dim, looking almost exactly like the Caelan from years ago. You scream in agony, your heart torn by a sudden doubt—whether to kill him or to end this endless cycle of revenge, even though the love between you had blossomed in silence all along.