When the judge's silver sword pierced my heart for the 13th time, the black butterfly mark on my collarbone suddenly burned hot—the sworn enemy who had been hunting me down for three epochs actually had a soul that originated from the same source as that of the one who annihilated my clan. I wove a parasitic blood contract with lies and bound his pain nerves to mine permanently. Under the dome of the temple, he suppressed his gasps and kissed away the blood droplets on the side of my neck, yet he was unaware that I had set a god-slaying trap using the illusory realm of his memories. With only seven days left until the Judgment Day, who on earth has hidden their true feelings amidst this shared pain?