"Disdal..." Wen'er's lips moved slightly, uttering a vague syllable, as if he wanted to call out something, but cut it off deep in his throat. He knew that it was the supreme being in their beliefs, a symbol of fire and the sun, a god who brought light and destruction.
And he, Wenle Lester, was just one of His sparks, thrown into the world and burned up in the world.
[Smile] The author please write quickly.