Two hundred years ago, they were young and heroic. Unfortunately, it happened to be an era of rebellion. His short life was exaggerated with passion and was ruined in the hands of crazy ambition.
For them two hundred years later, youth is what matters most. Unfortunately, it happened to be an era when restoration conspiracies were being promoted. His bizarre destiny was led by the prophecy, and he came to a world that he had only seen in his own imagination.
In the fantasy world, learn, fight, and grow. I cried, laughed, and shouted - I was too young to bear such a heavy responsibility; but the experience of love strengthened my determination to persevere.
There really is a prophecy behind this. Starting with the beginning of the prophecy, should we end with the ending of the past?
We don't care about the title of hero - we just act as guardians of peace in the name of going home.
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