A single torch sets dark tresses alight, beacons of war flare in a row
Love between a man and a woman lasts long, yet nothing in this fleeting world compares
Ancient roads lie desolate, with every grain of yellow sand concealing the past
The blade drinks blood, the heart grows cold
As the beloved departs, the wind blows gently
Iron steeds and blades clash across the battlefield
Who will reign as king once the Central Plains have been conquered?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
