What if I'm the one writing the story of how the old world ends? It starts in my mind and then it plays out in the real world. The apocalypse is inevitable but I know more than the others.

Unfortunately, I was denied the option of being the good guy. Not that it mattered; if I can't be the hero of this story, then I'll be the most bad-ass villain you can imagine.

A long, long time ago, the Great Ancestors lost the battle against the Heavens. Due to their failure, their descendants were born with a hole in their souls that prevented them from reaching the true potential of the power that was supposed to be theirs.

That is, until today.

Weapon spirits began to appear, aiding their masters in their journey to reach the Treasure hidden in the bowels of this world.