I thought our story would be like this -
The benevolent prince will eventually create a prosperous age, the arrogant general will triumph and become a prince, and the bright noble lady will always clean up the court.
It wasn't until the mountains and rivers were shattered that I realized that the gift given by fate had already been marked with a secret price.
The proudest one kneels down to beg for mercy, the brightest one sinks into cruelty, the most selfish one sacrifices for justice, and the most fearful one suffers the punishment of Ling Chi.
When the last survivor stood in front of the tombstone, he chuckled at the empty tomb:
"Now, no one thinks I'm verbose anymore."
This tragic song of prosperity has finally finished writing the last note.
