When the last night elf opened his eyes, what he saw was the dusk of all civilizations.
From the frontier fortress of the Great Scenery Empire, to the palace of Solinia, to the valley full of fiery red flowers, he once assisted an ambitious prince, and then watched him be swallowed by the throne; he also personally lit the beacon of revolution, but witnessed it being annihilated in the heavy rain. The wisest thoughts are buried by the heavy snow, and the most romantic poetry is drowned by the waves. The era of exchange and prosperity has gone, and what is coming is plunder and destruction.
When all roads have been proven to lead to darkness, do you still need to light a torch and keep moving forward?
Purpose: Dedicated to all souls burning for ideals
