A group of individuals at the pinnacle of power silently toiled for the same goal, through millennia, unwavering unto death.

He came from another world, a necessary instrument for their goal's fruition. Subjected to disdain, he tasted the vicissitudes of life, only to realize it was all a scheme.

Is he their young master, or merely a pawn in their game?

What exactly transpired a hundred thousand years ago? In a world of battle aura and magic, why does only battle aura remain? What is the connection between battle aura and magic?

Dazzling beauties, tumultuous battles, an unparalleled splendor—all in the usurpation of the divine!