Sword in the Distance

There is nothing beautiful in this world. Blood filled the air. The earth was dark red. There were bursts of sobs coming from the dark cave. Like a bunch of rats hiding in no fixed place, just trying to survive in the midst of the killing. Day after day, the sun breaks the darkness, the sound of fighting stops, scavengers rummage through the corpses, and men in blue and green are burying these corpses into large pits. Some are comrades and some are enemies. But the sky ignored me. The survivors have forgotten what people were fighting for in the first place. Those high-ranking officials are already here. He escaped from the riot and went to the continent on the other side of the sea, the only passage between the two continents. He was also destroyed by those uncle stones, and when he returned to this continent, blood flowed like a river. The survivors are numb, and the tall buildings are rusty. It seems that the beauty has disappeared because of the departure of those people. A baby's cry spread along with the spring breeze. Some people cried, some people laughed... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.