Ancient jewels and tyrannosaurus in flames
The persistence of the wizard, the love between the elf and the vampire, and the roar of the forest wolf.
Different races, different appearances, the same purpose, and the same feelings.
"You have no right to touch her." Cloris' eyes were cold and he held the sword tightly, blood dripping down the sword.
Adelaide raised the arm whose left hand was chopped off by Cloris.
"This place will be captured soon. You'd better leave quickly." Adelaide looked at the arm that was still bleeding, then slowly lowered his arm and raised his eyes to look at Cloris.
Western fantasy synthesis, the writing is terrible, I just wrote out the small theater in my heart www
It looks lofty (crossed out), but actually it writes about love and love. Love is an eternal topic.