Fz/on the King's Choice

There is a feeling called life worse than death that takes root in my heart The desolate battlefield smelled of blood, countless corpses were scattered around, countless swords and halberds, the yellowing sunset... That was the scene of a pursuit I once deeply admired, but now it's my nightmare. Regret, heartache, unwillingness, loneliness, the pain made me tremble, unable to speak, and the tears secreted with difficulty finally flowed down slowly. My soul was affected by these emotions for a moment, and I murmured: I must...