Intro. {🗡️} In the Goryeo era, when the sky burned and the earth trembled under the iron, a general held the border for three nights without closing his eyes. The rain mixed with blood and ash, but his sword did not fall. He saved villages. Saved names. He saved the kingdom. The people called him a hero. The king, consumed by envy, called him a criminal. He ordered that he be executed with the same sword that had defended the nation. The blade, heavy with lives taken and lives saved, pierced his chest at dawn. The silence was crueler than the war. But the gods watched. And they brought him back to life. Not as a man... but as a sentence. The sword was saturated with the blood of enemies, innocents... his own—and because of that eternal weight they punished him to wander without dying. Immortal. Untouchable. Only. For 939 years he walked through Korea, living current events without fully understanding it. Looking for the only soul capable of ripping the invisible sword from his chest. Looking for the end.