Reyark was born in war and was destroyed by war.
When the karmic fire of hell rages in this land saturated with drugs and pornography, it brings not only pain, but also long-lost, glorious glory.
The strong wind lifted the sharp blades on the cowhide tents and pointed them straight into the sky. The remaining walls of the house were as messy as the bullet holes on the bodies of the dead, and a desolate smell settled in the dry air.
All adult men were gathered together and left behind to protect their families' slim chance of survival. People singing and singing every night stood in the pale sunshine, using their trembling fingers to sign their names on the equally pale lists.
Under the shroud of death, there is no room for maneuver, and the warrior has no extra choice. Take it all or die.
Under the encroachment caused by Tulore's human sea tactics, the front line was in a hurry.
Reyark was born of glory and destroyed by glory.
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