When the boundaries between light and darkness become increasingly blurred, when everything that is eternally implemented disappears into thin air.
When swords and magic have become out of reach, where can we find the future?
A warrior connected between sword and magic, like lightning across dark clouds, lighting up...
I still remember what he said: Fighting against the ice of three thousand feet, I built an immortal pavilion with the blood of my wings. I rebuild your faith in the headwind, and create the myth of the lamp in the abyss...
