The silhouette of a dragon swept across the sky. Ripples spread over the crystal-clear lake, and a gentle breeze stirred the tips of golden hair. Beneath the moonlight, the girl's petite figure looked especially alluring.
Her once-pristine armor and magnificent sword were now worn and battered. The armor was covered in scratches, and the sword had long since broken, lying quietly in the lake.
The girl lay quietly beside a tree, as if asleep.
The silver-gray-haired man held her hand. He seemed to be crying, yet also smiling.
"Hey, beautiful, want some turkey? I could treat you to it for the rest of your life~~"
