Against the Light of the Azure Sky: The Hidden God Chronicles

He knelt on the ground, using water to scrub his bloodstained longsword again and again. "Once the smell of blood gets on you, you'll never wash it away." I told him this, but he only lifted his head to gaze at the gloomy sky, his eyes seeming to pierce the clouds and reach the highest heavens. Yet when he probed into the depths, all he found was God's silence. Then he spoke, his voice soft and sorrowful.

"Heretic, this is the final vow of a Holy Knight."

It was an age of faith.

We raised our swords and set out on a journey, in the name of humanity.

This story has no conspiracies or schemes, nor any open or covert struggles.

I just want to write a story about faith and love, hmm...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.