The rebellion of the elves, the war of the chosen ones. Should he live his whole life and finally have no choice of his own, or should he stand up and resist, even though he may be attracted by the moth to the flame?
The good and evil that everyone keeps talking about, the greed hidden in the shadows, and the innocence in the mouths of the strong, what are all these trying to hide in their hearts? Why did the disaster happen suddenly? Where will mankind go in the turmoil of history? The competition between all the forces ends up with the fall of one king. Then who will share the final deliciousness of this gluttonous feast? A wise person wears a mask and plays every role well, while a stupid person wears a mask but can only deceive himself. I am a king because I wear a mask.
Loneliness is the most evil god. He ignores any reason, just to push every desperate creature into an abyss of more despair until there is no escape, until they rise up to resist, until they are wiped out.
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you. When you run forward to avoid death, you don't know that the sickle of death has also appeared under your neck. If no one moves forward for us, how can we live peacefully today?
May the hero's blood always be hot, and may the hero's soul rest in peace.
