Trapped in a hopeless place, you raise your head and begin to yearn for hope. Facing a cruel world, you roar in defiance. Tears won't earn you any sympathy. Will you die in humiliation, or let out a hysterical scream and tear apart the cold, heartless reality? Will you take up a sharp weapon and declare war on injustice, or sit by and wait for death like livestock?
Even if, in the indifferent eyes of others, your resistance is nothing but the weak's final, laughable struggle.
Shattered limbs and chunks of flesh litter the battlefield, where the wind carries a requiem for fallen wings. Blood filling the mud reflects grotesque eyes that have lost their life. Heavy footsteps trample past. Black muzzles rise, releasing blazing flames of fury with every roar. Through the lingering smoke, sharp steel arrows streak out, piercing the sky thick with the mingled scents of gunpowder and blood. The avenger racing along the horizon swings a blood-boiling arm with all their strength, bringing a scorching blade that cleaves the air down on the terrifying nape that spells death. They spread their wings of freedom and soar toward the hopeful horizon, launching a victory spear whose sound resounds across heaven and earth.
(Cover image is a screenshot from the TV series.)
