Ophi Lainia—A world where souls kindle one's strength, where blazing mystical magicks are condoned.
“The Empire”—the eastern continent, one of the two continental superpowers in the world, celebrates the onset of spring as cherry blossoms begin to bloom.
Yamato Kaminagi, an officer in the Imperial Army, has never had a strong sense of self and has always harbored deep feelings that each passing moment isn’t quite real, as if it’s but a dream.
Though he should possess astounding abilities, his talents are inferior to those around him where they count most. That very fact exacerbates this notion that something isn’t quite right in his maladjusted life. He leads his days with the sensation as if he botched his life from the very beginning and has lifelessly resigned himself to the notion that these days will go on.
A world where nothing goes his way. A man unfit for this world. As if he cares. Such matters aren't even trivially important to him. He is now alive with his friends by his side and can look towards a future filled with blessings. What more could he really wish for?
And thus all's right with the world. From the day he was born to the day he dies, his life will go on. Things were perfect that way. He earnestly, ardently, wished for this transience to continue.
And straightforwardly, properly, the worthless stanzas took form. *You* knew this more than anyone. Is that not so, Yamato Kaminagi?
"For reality is hell."
Then bellow, unmatched White Flash. The heroic tale which shall not peter and the raging roaring Twin Lightning await you.
Now it is time to wake. The dream is over.
And all shall conclude as it was destined. This story has always been about Yamato Kaminagi’s ascension to the status of *hero*.