Countless despicable lives were devoted to war. We devoured beasts, and we among the corpses were also devoured by beasts.
The hero's soul is penetrated by the paper, and the blood stains left by history are immersed in nothingness. However, in the eyes of living beings, only black remembrances can be seen. Only the weak sings the endless praise of the strong, so the death of human beings becomes meaningless.
Even before the so-called peace comes, I can only hold the sword tightly.
Unorthodox text:
Who can resist a cold-weapon heroine who never waits for the villain to finish his sentence, rushes to kill him as soon as he senses his presence, and can also do last-ditch attacks?
Intention: The world kissed me bitterly, but I responded with songs.