Starcraft: I Give Away a Three-Stringed Zither from the Start

A ghost sleeping in the void, an illusory shadow that should never have existed, was awakened by greed and desire.

The ruined world before it and the chaos of its order gave the ghost a new mission.

At the heart of the chaotic battlefield, powerful figures gathered. Every gaze was fixed on the man in blue at its center. He sat cross-legged on the ground, gently plucking a three-stringed instrument.

The world is vast. Allow this humble one to play a song for the million heroic spirits.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.