Coldness is all that Lumien had ever felt for a long time. Not the type of cold from a bitter winter, or a soothing snowy day, the type of frost that swallowed you whole. The type that made you so tired of everything, made you feel just numb…
From the perspective of an outsider, Lumien Akari had everything that anyone could ever want. Power. Strength. Respect. The emperor's favour. And yet he felt so numb. Why?
Could it be that maybe power didn't bring the satisfaction he craved? That mindless slaughter of enemies wasn't a remedy for a lost childhood? But then that would mean that everything that he had worked so hard for was pointless. That those precious childhood years that he sold for glory were more valuable than he could imagine.
Could innocence really be worth that much…?