The beauties are gone, their once-radiant faces reduced to skulls. Hand in hand, we roam the world with swords in our grasp.
I am a wicked man. Ever since I can remember, these ideas have been drilled into me. I couldn't think for myself, until one day, someone who had fallen here by chance showed me that I was a person, and that I should think. How should I think? What should I think about? In the end, that person left. Although he ***, he left me a sword. And so I struggled through a miserable life, as the habits I'd had almost from birth clashed with the things I came to understand through thought. In the end, I rose to the peak. After seeing all the world had to offer, I turned and walked away, leaving behind Sword's Lament.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Powerful and powerful, wise and brave! Brother Thirteen, come on!
Wonderful work, looking forward to more wonderful works!