Wielding a Sword Through the Rest of My Life

"With a sword in hand, I forget the long years of life, yet ask the cold moon why the azure clouds are stained. It is hard to say why we meet tonight, but one thought with a sword in hand can decide life or death." A sword wreathed in icy coldness fell from the sky and plunged into the middle of the road, glowing a brilliant blue. A figure seemed to leap down from a nearby high-rise. "Boom!" Dust billowed several dozen feet into the air.

"This road is closed to traffic."

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