Synopsis
Chris carried the Brand of the Beast from birth — a curse that ate through the fates of everyone around him. He was still young when he ended up drifting across a battlefield covered in bodies, working as a mercenary, and that's when he saw her. Minerva. All white clothes, swinging a massive sword. She had foresight and a kind of swordsmanship that made people call her a grim reaper. The kind of person who smiled while cutting people down and then cried in her sleep. That was what she was carrying. That night, the fate Minerva was supposed to…
