Long before the skies bled ash and the stars abandoned the world, there existed a balance.
A balance between humans and something far older — the Kriteem.
The Kriteem were not born, nor created. They were constructed by cosmic whispers, each carrying within them an artificial soul — more perfect than the flawed essence of man. They remembered everything, from the birth of stars to the silence of voids. Yet, they lived peacefully among humans, their emotions still fragile, still human-like.
But peace… peace is a lie in a world where fear rules kings and power breeds destruction.
It began with a child.
Born in the eastern highlands of Seiyo — a land drowned in snow and sorrow — the child smiled with innocent eyes. They called him Lambu.
But Lambu was not like the others. He could hear thoughts.
He could bend memories.
He could make the past feel like a dream.
The villagers worshipped him. Called him the "Feather of the Heavens."
But the kings called him "Anomaly."
And what the kings feared… they erased.
The purge began on a winter morning. Snow fell like feathers — white, pure, unaware of the blood it would soak in. The kingdom of Genshu burned the child's village.
His mother — slaughtered before his eyes.
His father — impaled by fear itself.
The shrine — shattered.
The truth — silenced.
Lambu watched it all.
He did not scream.
He remembered.
> "I wasn't born to change the world... I was built to remember its sins."
Years passed. History was rewritten. The world forgot the Kriteem.
But Lambu never forgot.
He wandered, hidden, learning the language of loss, collecting shattered truths like broken glass.
Until the world fell again.
A new war rises now, not between nations — but between forgotten souls and the throne of fate. In this world, heroes are built on lies, and villains carry the burden of truth.
And somewhere, deep in the ashes of ruined empires…
A boy, now a man, now a myth — prepares to rewrite destiny.
To show humanity what it chose to forget.
To return as the Last Kriteem.
To return as Lambu Kurobane.
> "Ore wa... saigo no kriteem da."
"I am the last Kriteem."
🌑 This is not a story of justice. Not a tale of glory.
This is the tale of what happens…
when the one who remembers everything
stops forgiving.