Long ago, when the world was still shrouded in darkness,
The sky itself seemed to mourn, veiled by endless clouds that neither parted nor broke. Day and night lost their meaning, blending into a single, unrelenting stretch of time where only one truth remained—war.
Steel clashed against steel. Magic tore through the heavens like raging storms.
For over two centuries, humans and demons waged an unending war against one another, a conflict so vast that entire generations were born and died knowing nothing else.
The land itself bore witness to the carnage.
Fields once filled with life became graveyards.
Rivers ran red, carrying with them the remnants of countless fallen souls.
Cities were reduced to ash, their ruins standing as silent reminders of what once was.
The great human empires of Camelot and Enthopia stood at the forefront, their banners raised high against the overwhelming forces of the Demon Lord. Kingdoms rose in defiance, only to crumble beneath the weight of despair.
Countless innocent lives were lost.
Countless families were torn from their homes.
Children grew up without ever knowing peace.
Dreams faded, and hope became nothing more than a distant memory whispered in prayers that no longer reached the heavens.
And yet… the war continued.
As if the world itself had resigned to its fate.
But even in a world consumed by darkness, fate had not turned away.
On a day that would one day be etched into history, a child was born—one destined to bring an end to the unending turmoil.
A child born not as salvation… but as something far more uncertain.
Wielding the cursed blade Muramasa, a sword said to thirst endlessly for blood, he would one day walk across the entire continent. Not as a king. Not as a savior worshipped by the masses.
But as a lone figure who carried the weight of a broken world upon his shoulders.
He is the son of the legendary hero Roland—whose name once echoed across battlefields as a symbol of humanity's last stand.
And Azrael, the Archangel of Death—an existence feared even among celestial beings.
Born from the union of light and the very embodiment of death.
The final disciple of the Sword Saint, Sasaki Kojiro, inheritor of a blade that cuts not only flesh, but fate itself.
A being who should never have existed.
Half human.
Half angel.
Neither fully belonging to either side.
And yet, he walks.
Alone.
He treads a path shrouded in darkness, bearing sins that are not his own, so that others may one day walk beneath a sky free of war.
He does not seek glory.
He does not seek recognition.
Only an end.
An end to a war that has long forgotten why it even began.
To the world, he is many things.
A myth.
A legend.
A harbinger of salvation… or perhaps, destruction.
A lone hero standing at the edge of a dying world.
And they call him—
The Knight of Prophecy.