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When the sycamore leaves curled up into charred butterflies in the gunpowder smoke, the knight's holy sword could not withstand the long night cut open by the bayonet - this is the east that was crushed by the iron hoofs of the demons, and it is also the homeland where thousands of mortals built a defense line with their bones and blood. He is the son of gods and demons, holding the shards of light in his left palm and the embers of darkness in his right fist. When he was born, he was pushed to the center of the balance by fate: should he become a god who split the chaos, or a demon who overthrew the world? No one told him the answer, but seeing the knight's armor stained with blood in the battle, his heart seemed to be strengthened over and over again. She is the heir to the God of Light, and her scabbard hides her innate mission: to save the world. But when her sword met his eyes for the first time, she realized that the so-called "opposition" had long been tied to fate - he was the shadow that she had to kill in her destiny, and he was also the only person in the smoke who could watch the dawn alongside her. Until that day, the power of gods and demons in his body exploded in the flames of war, and darkness overflowed the defense line like a tide. She raised her sword, and the light condensed into frost on the tip of the blade. Behind her were thousands of eyes looking at "redemption". In front of her was her lover who was half god and half devil, but in the end struggled like an ordinary person. "Kill me and everything will come to life." When her sword fell, the sycamore flower was blooming again on the scorched earth. "I'm sorry, I love you." This is the choice between gods and demons, the tearing of light and darkness, and the story of thousands of mortal bones turning "living" into "resistance" in the torrent of the times - just like how our ancestors built city walls in the past.
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