In a town in a sad and downtrodden land where the sun doesn’t reach, there’s a small brick house
The owner hidden in the shadows keeps working on his automated dolls
Once the girl with the five spirit stones descends back down to earth
The white haired alchemist will unleash the power of the five dragons
By collecting the people’s myriad feelings
The cursed doll would become a machine god
Grabbing a staff and drawing a shining magic circle on the ground
All of thе stones melted away, and thе sleeping power awakened
Bearing the weight of an inescapable fate
The birth of this girl would mark the path to this world’s destruction
To atone for this, he dedicated himself to perfecting god-slaying methods
To correct his error, he’ll walk that path of thorns
Once the seal is undone, all that’ll be left is a sword with no personality
Will the tragic story repeat itself?
A person who’s a god was born, and to stop this chaos the person that is the sword must fade
To correct that sin, another sin will be committed