Hidden in the mists of time, under the cover of thick fog, is the forever empty city of Nakarupas. Covered with a dense layer of white sand, sharp mountain spiers, single-handedly dominating the space, silence and peaceful, but deceptive calm from internal torment and unrest. One early February morning, an eagle blazing with red brightness, covered with scaly skin with many wounds and emitting cometary light with deep eyes...