We walked off the battlefield
Carrying the goblin's head
Put away the spear and listen to the women's cheers
At the victory party
We drink the wine brewed by the dwarves
We sing the battle songs of the elves
At the moment when the wind is whirling
The goddess of war lowered her yew bow
Her smiling lips have the color of a rose bloom
——"Ode to Borilian"
The flames of war have reignited, and suspicions are brewing among the once strong alliances.
When the illusion of peace is shattered, the God of War will be reborn in the violent wind
Intention: