The holy war is nearing its end.
The wind from the Sagarmatha Mountains blew through his forehead. He raised his head and saw the sky in Jamil that was the same color as his hometown.
He once thought it was his own wing, but now he finally discovered that she was the piece of blue sky he loved that could bring him freedom and hope.
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LC original work, Aiagos x Biolet.
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