波濤の如く立つ激情が渦を巻き、点つ。

忘れたわけではない。
忘れることなどあろうはずもない、と。
そんな燻ぶり続けたままの、
手放せぬ想いを背に負って。

断てぬ縁（えにし）を呑みこむか、
それとも囚われ、闇に沈むか。

手の内に遺された刃は、切っ先を漂わせ、
護るべき者なきまま―――誰がために振るわれる。

Fury like the surging sea swirls and rises.

She had never forgotten. She cannot forget. She's never been able to shake off the smoldering thoughts that have burdened her for so long.

Will she escape her fate, inevitable though it is? Or will it engulf her and drag her down into darkness?

The tip of the blade that was entrusted to her now hangs in the air with nobody to protect...so who will she wield it for now?