The morning sun stung my eyes and burned every inch of my body. Under the sunlight, the magic cloak and boots turned into ashes, the magic attached to the armor lost its effectiveness, and my most trusted swords also became less powerful. But day after day, without interruption, I still sit there, in my judgment seat, welcoming each sunrise.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
