There are no chosen ones here, only people who are chosen by the times and try to choose the times.
This is not a story about destiny.
This is a story about "survival" and "choice".
Here, there are lice crawling under the armor of famous generals, and poison is hidden in the sleeves of counselors; idealists will starve to death on the road, and careerists may also save one party. A grain of sand in the times is a mountain above everyone's head.
How those shining ideals are either broken, twisted, or tempered into steel after colliding with reality.
This is the dust of the collapse of the old order, and the darkness before the establishment of new rules. Where the halo of the protagonist goes out, the true light of humanity and history begins to emerge.
