Our story takes place few years after the the war ended. A youthful demon boy, named "Mamoru" that has eyes of the color of smoldering embers, roams the ancient forests of the area of Calista cloaked in mystery looking for food.

That fateful day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting dappled patterns of forrest of Calista the ethereal dance of light through leaves—the boy stumbled upon a forlorn figure. A lost little girl, her innocence a stark contrast to the malevolence of their realm, stood trembling amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak.

Compassion, an emotion rarely felt in the demon’s heart, surged within him. He extended a hand, the tips of his fingers brushing against her tear-streaked cheek. Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and wonder, as if she sensed the unearthly bond that now tied them together. She told him her name was "Makoto."

He vowed to protect her, to shield her from the predatory whispers of the forest, the sinister currents that threatened to engulf her. Their fragile peace blossomed—a delicate equilibrium between darkness and light.

But fate, ever capricious, wove a different thread. A demon-hunting squad, relentless and unyielding, descended upon their sanctuary. They saw the boy as a threat, a dangerous aberration who dared harbor a human child. Their blades gleamed with malice, their eyes devoid of mercy.

As the squad closed in, the boy’s secrets unraveled like ancient scrolls. His origins, veiled in half-truths and ancient prophecies, hinted at a destiny far grander than mere survival. And he was not the only one seeking him—the mysterious forces, dormant for eons, stirred, their motives shrouded in enigma.

The realms quivered on the precipice of chaos. The boy and the girl—their intertwined fates—held the key. For within their union lay the power to ignite or extinguish the very essence of existence.

And so begins the tale of KOMOREBI, where shadows and light collide, where compassion battles cruelty, and where the boundaries between worlds blur into oblivion.