In the undercurrent of the half-moon war, the water moon dances like a mortal fairy.
A long-lost inheritance,
An unbearable mission,
A wait that has no end,
A love protected by killing.
Everything was silent, and the sword energy pierced the sky.
The Moon Lord is like a lonely wolf,
Swords dance in the moonlight.
I'm not an actor with amazing dance moves,
I am not a wanton fool,
I just have my persistence,
I also have unparalleled combat power against monsters.
In the name of the sword, I will look down upon the common people with you and watch the dragons rising thousands of miles from the sacred heaven that year.
In my name, I hope you will turn a deaf ear to your noise, and only remember in this life that I shocked the world with one strike in half a month.
In the name of the sword, dance alone under the moon
The shadow of the sword is solitary, I love the person holding the sword
The water-moon dance stopped, and there were numerous figures
But the sword energy leaves no trace, and so does the person.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my time in Dragon Nest~~