A world consumed by Chaos.
Doomed to utter obliteration in less than a month.
But how could time continue to flow after being destroyed?
Young Hope Estheim had been trying to unravel the mystery for almost five centuries, without success. Perhaps some things just weren't mean to be understood by mortals…
As every afternoon, Hope had left his house to watch the sunset from one of the high, steep cliffs of the Shrine's Lands, the most remote and desolate island of the four that composed the fragile world of Nova Chrysalia.
He had been doing so since he settled down at that ravaged place centuries ago. The sunset had something that c