Someone once tried his best to reduce the gloom of this fate, but this person is dead, died by her own hands.
Someone once promised to drop everything and leave with her the moment he reached the top of his glory, but this person just agreed, which meant that he would not do it.
In the nightmare, there is the Cassia Society, a killer organization that can never escape, and a poisonous snake with red scales and a face exactly like hers.
"The things I thought were right in the past turned out to be wrong. The things I thought were important in the past turned out to be not that important. I wanted to turn back, only to find that the road I came from was covered with thorns.
And I had missed it so deeply that when I looked back I could only see blood and bones everywhere. There was no path for me to take.
So all I can do now is hold the sword in my arms tightly, hoping that one day, it will be sharp enough to help me cut through the thorns and open up a new path. "