— Princess! I know you're here, I've come for you.

The knight’s voice, a clarion call, pierces the stillness of the shadow citadel, where darkness swells and breathes like a living thing. In her grip, a massive steel sword rests—heavy, ponderous, a weight that mirrors the burden of her heart. Berkut strides forth, her stature formidable, yet the merciless wind howls like a banshee, a fierce guardian set to rend asunder any intruder’s resolve.

For eons, the celestial city of Odena lay sundered, its fate woven into the fabric of prophecy. The adopted child of the supreme celestial, once a beacon of hope, now turned her gaze to the abyss. Whispers of dread echoed through the realms; the prophecy had come to fruition. Long ago, the oracle foretold: one heir would rise to illuminate the world with radiant sun, while the other would plunge it into chaos and despair. The celestial father, blind to the seeds of enmity sprouting in his own garden, nurtured both children as equals. Yet shadows crept between them, and soon the youngest sought solace in the void's cold embrace.

Years slipped by as Odena's armies, led by Berkut herself, readied for war against encroaching darkness. Little did they know that the true threat slumbered beside them, coiled like a serpent in their midst. But there was more—a history entwined between Berkut and the princess. Once, in the verdant heavenly gardens, a downtrodden girl had hidden from the world’s cruel gaze. In those sacred glades, Berkut had trained her in swordplay and listened to her dreams spun from magic and runes. The princess had been a curious spirit, her young heart quickening at Berkut's warmth. Yet duty loomed larger than affection; warriors must forge their paths alone...