They danced for a couple of minutes, although it felt like an hour. To Ariadne the place felt empty and she floating on air. No one had made her feel like this before, not even her beloved brother. When their dance ended and the two of them gazed at each other, Ariadne opened her mouth to speak. ‘Sir, you have yet to tell me your name,’ she said with a smile. He returned her smile, ‘my name… is Visarmore.’ The four kingdoms Alwin, Mataya, Dussel and Grosha lived in peace until Ariadne dreamt of dancing with a man who would be a problem from them all. Her pride and arrogance makes her determined to disregard the truth and continue with her normal life; but her secret only makes her weaker and feeble. Whilst her dreams are shrouded with dark memories, others face their own problems in the other kingdoms. They find themselves balancing on a knife edge as they try to face the obstacles in their path. No one knew that a single dance with death could raise the most feared man in all of Casidia, Visarmore.