In this barren land filled with sand and nothingness. A fallen race strived to face another day of hardship and sacrifice. Among those survivor, came upon them 4 unknown childrens. Their sudden emergence shook the abandoned. Their hope for survival was past defiled. Now a new ray of hope rises and the ones who shall change the tides of fate will be the foreign unknown children as they named themselves the Child of Purgatory. They woke up in distant land. With nothing in their hand. Exposed with danger from every corner of the shadows. the Helpless grunts and tails them silently, awaiting for an opportunity to rend them assunder. in aim of manifesting their target with fear and hopelessness. Yes. This is a world where imperfection show its true color. The absence of adults and toddlers dont seem to bother these surviving race. Their brigade functions as a shield and a cannon. One stays to protect. And one always blasts through the shells of the barricade. Knowing only one fate awaits. Only miracle would bring them the ultimate taste of victory. In which they never feast. That miracle. That true miracle. The beasts thrown themselves frightened as the sight of the Children breaks their rampage. What will the miracle tell. And what will they truly bring? Peace? Truth? the Ultimate taste of victory? Or another Purgatory.