[DOIWA]
Chaos.
That was what everyone woke up to.
A dusk that had been filled with ultimatums had bloomed into the craziest of dawns; the end that even the moon goddess had to step back and see for herself if it was real or if this was just a figment of her brain, too.
No one knew what to say.
Hell, no one knew what to do.
But everyone knew what this was.
War.
A fight that could either end with the doom of Doiwa or the bloom of a kingdom that had been meant for so many people. The dependencies were crazy, but none was crazier than the fact that this was Kiyomi Kimura's doing.
Or maybe it was Kimura who had gone crazy.
No one could blame her because she was just a woman in love, something that had taken them years to understand and ages to figure out. It had taken them an actual warring declaration for them to understand what was at stake.
