When the sun gradually sets, the ruins of the ancient castle shine with the afterglow... When the small town gradually falls asleep, the memories take me to a thousand years ago... The gentle wind blows through the dry and hot desert, bringing the whisper of the wind elves... It is a story of conspiracy and love, it is a legend of swords and heroes...
I've posted this before... But for some reason I haven't updated it for a long time and I forgot my login password - -! I had to dig the hole again. Please bear with me...