"If this world is a fortress... then who guards its gates, and who do we lock out?"

  It has been more than seven decades since the sky first shattered.

  Since the voice of the world—a voice that only those with souls can hear—echoed from the depths of the earth and whispered one truth: that time is no longer linear, and reality is no longer entirely ours.

  This world is called Yomigawa—in the old tongue of the guardians, it means “the ever-living stream.” But not all streams bring life.

  Some freeze. Some bend. Others die silently, buried beneath the glittering illusion of the world called “balance.”

  Yomigawa is not just a world.

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  It is the last fortress.

  The only space between dimensions, where spirit and body, time and dreams, hope and emptiness—all are forced to coexist. The outside world has cracked. The other dimension has been destroyed by the ambition of those who want to control Kagami.

  Kagami (鏡) – a mirror of the soul, not magic, not a weapon, but wounds and hopes that have become forms.

  In Yomigawa, people don’t live ordinary lives.

  They grow up with invisible “Kagami,” who only appear when their souls are strong enough… or broken enough.

  Some call it a gift. Others call it a curse.

  But no one can deny that Kagami has divided the world into two: the haves… and the have-nots.

  Yomigawa still stands today.

  With five great clans maintaining order.

  With a dark organization emerging from the ruins of belief.

  With the battle between hope and false truth erupting silently.

  This world doesn't need a savior.

  He just needs someone crazy enough to look in the mirror, and see nothing... and then choose to stand anyway.

  And this is where it all started.