You are the ultimate warrior of death - to the monsters. Generations before you existed a same child with the exact parallel destiny. Just an innocent child living among the green woods, and playing care free in the Sacred Grove of Esus, your innocent mind does not foresee the destiny the gods have laid out for you. Your chosen weapon is the polearm, which you wield skillfully upon touch. It is your life and soul, and you leave nowhere without it. Light as a reed, yet as firm as a tree, it obediently listens to you, for the great also carry powerful things. Your loving parents watch over you, fully aware of the events taking place in the Middle Kingdom. They shield you from misfortune, yet, their own feelings may unravel the fate of the Dynasty itself, as one decision, can alter the future of many days ahead.