Summary:

In the silence of forgotten ages, blood was not merely life—it was legacy. Passed from one vessel to the next, a secret lineage endured while empires rose and fell, leaving only whispers of a hunger older than gods. By the 13th century, the tribe of Oryang lived in innocence at the foot of Mount Matutum. Their days were filled with laughter, their nights with worship and song—untouched by war, untouched by faith, untouched by fear. But shadows need no armies. They need no gods. They only need to hunger. When the first stranger stepped from the forest, his beauty disguised the abyss behind his crimson eyes. What followed was not a raid, nor a war, but a harvest. Children vanished. Blood soaked the earth. The laughter of the tribe was drowned beneath the screams of prey turned feast. From that night, the hunger passed on— blood to blood. Centuries later, Havir lives in exile, bearing the curse, suppressing the beast within and the remnants of his humanity. And the legacy that began in Oryang is not finished with him yet. Havir must choose whether to resist the beast or embrace what he was born to be — but either choice may consume him.