Sixteen years, you only have sixteen years of life.

These were the words Edward Foster, the prophecy master of Louis Carter, gave to William Carter the first time he saw him.

That year, William Carter was sixteen.

Upon first entering the Northern Territory, a brand new and mysterious world opened up to William Carter: three beautiful and enigmatic female masters, a seemingly predestined path of fate...

The moss in the corner of the wall is bitter and chokes the throat, because "I" have tasted it. The mud underfoot is filthy and ugly, because "I" was once there.

Because as long as you live, there is hope.

This is a struggle and resistance against fate.

Soaring, soaring,

The years tried to keep you,

But you were forgotten by time.

Soaring, soaring,

Hear the sound of a sword,

And remember, do not forget.