I Wielded a Sword, Yet It All Felt Like a Dream

Have you ever imagined a world on the brink of apocalypse, invaded by alien species, where sealed memories awaken? With a single thought, you don a blue robe, your long sword glinting with cold light as you point it toward the unknown beings in the heavens. One sharp blade cannot cut away all the turmoil of the world. I only wish to wield my sword and protect those around me amid this rolling mortal world, waiting for someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me at the ends of the earth. It all feels like a dream, as if everything were shrouded in fog, making it all seem so unreal.

Between divinity and humanity, if you become a god, you can wield your sword and ignore everything, descending as a king from the heavens. But if you remain human, the one you love may suffer before your eyes while you stand helpless. Faced with such powerlessness, would you choose to become a god and take up the sword, or live a mortal life and treat it all like a dream?