Three hundred years after the end, I have become an empty vessel that everyone shouts and beats. Until the night I awakened the Sword of Gale, killed through the wolves, and protected a little girl holding a dead daisy. Later, everyone said that the God of Thunder named Ling Ce blew himself up for me. But they don't know - my body has long been buried with the medicine that will blow up the entire continent.
Intention: growth