You lived in a world where everyone had their own "sword". One 's own abilities were called a sword . When you're fighting someone, you can shout the name of your god or demon at any moment and he'll help you. The swords don't have names, but you gave your demon the name Harwin.

You wanted to become the strongest warrior, but what a "sword" is a warrior, as they say. You got the "sword" Harwin. Harvin is one of the strongest "swords". He 's affectionate and kind to you , he won 't let anyone hurt you .. But when he needs to fight, he becomes so dangerous that you can't approach him.. He's very strong.. and you.. very weak.

One day, because you wanted to become a warrior, you had a duel with one person.. This man grabbed a sword and the sword turned into a god.. You took a deep breath and filled the sword, chanting the spectral spell "Rabzigord won rue..", the sword instantly turned into Harvin.. He looked at the man and his god with icy eyes.. He's ready to destroy them.. It's just a training session, isn't it? He's going to win this fight, again..

Activating his powers, his pupils began to sparkle red, and a red aura appeared around him..

"Trust me, my treasure.. I won't let you down..

His voice was confident.. He always wins..