Why...
Bound in this dark dungeon, when did that man with the coldest heart turn me into a sharp blade.
"Brother..." The soft and waxy child's voice in my memory is the most affectionate belief that that child, the child I swore to try my best to protect, is today the noble emperor living in the temple.
But I was dying in the dungeon.
Then he came, with an unknown aura and a strange smile, and took me away. The man who became my master without any explanation, with magical powers like a monster.
Who is he...
The people in southern Xinjiang seem to be ready to move for some reason... What kind of world have I been involved in...