I Hold the Sword, It's Like a Dream

Have you ever imagined that in the end of the world when alien species invade, the dust-laden memories wake up, and in one thought, you are dressed in a green robe, with a long sword shining with cold light, pointing at the unknown existence in the sky. A sharp sword cannot cut away the dust and smoke in the world. I only hope to hold a sword to protect you in this rolling world of mortals, waiting for the one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me at the end of the world. It was like a dream, like it was shrouded in a layer of fog, everything became so unreal. In divinity and humanity, if you are a god, you can ignore everything with your sword and the king will descend from the sky; if you are a human, the people you love are suffering in front of you, but you are helpless. Under such a sense of powerlessness, will you choose to become a god and hold a sword, or to be a mortal and treat all this as a dream.