The war drums are beating, blood is flowing, guns in hand, fighting in all directions. The smoke is rising, the war is raging, but the sword in his hand has not been broken yet. Hateful to the sky, weeping and singing, the blood is not exhausted, the sword cannot stop, the dawn... The dawn... A song, the blood is not exhausted, the sword does not stop, the road cannot stop the misery of the world, the desolation of the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
