Prologue : Despair
"Live like a shadow, and die like smoke."
On a devastated wasteland, two men stood beside a fallen body.
One of them was smiling.
The other had his face twisted in pain.
"It seems I've won. Any last words?"
"Last words? No. Because this battle isn't over yet."
"You still think this fight isn't over in that condition...? You're completely mistaken. You're going to die here -- by my hand."
"No. I won't die. And your goal will never be achieved either. Not as long as I still have this..."
The man reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled something out.
The moment the other man saw it, his face contorted in pure shock.
A few minutes later, both men had vanished from the ruined land.
The only thing that remained was the wind blowing through the empty wasteland.
"Someone has to bring peace to this world."
