The sharp sword is like electricity, cutting through illusion; the fire is like flame, burning away decay. War is the song of blood and tears, and it is also the throne of bones and souls.
When the curtain opens, it will definitely make waves, even if it is as small as a shooting star, it will leave a trace.
This is a legendary experience written with fearlessness, pride and conspiracy.
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