A Prison of My Own Making (Online Game)

Ten years ago, she was forced to leave, full of resentment. After wandering through another world, she left behind her glory, her memories, her family, and her responsibilities. She brought back her memories and took up her responsibilities. But she lost her glory and her family. She said, "This is my responsibility." She said, "This is my promise." Not yet twenty, she had no choice but to shoulder the burden of restoring her clan. From then on, she hardened her heart. That sword strike, proud and resolute, severed countless ties of sorrow. From then on, she showed no mercy. From then on... She was still herself, only now she had become a true Wolf Fang, no longer a mere Langya. Her face and voice remained unchanged. That dance, breathtaking enough to topple kingdoms, who could say how much parting sorrow hid in those sleeves? Only in the dark could she let her vulnerability run free. She said, "I have no more courage or strength to keep loving you. Perhaps when everything is over, perhaps in our next life..." After we part, I will turn back. In the next eternity, we will hold hands again. My sword's intent is pure, to protect the tenderness in my heart. The peacock's plume blooms only for one dazzling moment.