If you only plan to leave a place on your bookshelf for fantasy, "The Legend of the Seven Star Continent" is worth the only key.
It opens with the despair of the ice lake collapsing, but ignites the most stubborn fire in the depths of the swamp - the light of the church city, the chain of the black crow, and the steam hammer of the ancient dwarf are all written as gears of destiny; and three mortal bodies desperately turn these gears in the poisonous fog, undercurrent and fog tide, just to keep a light for a "dead person" to go home.
Here, weapons cry, swamps laugh, and even silence is edged. After reading the last page, you will hear your heartbeat restart in the embers of copper and fire.
So beautiful, so beautiful