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Cyrus sold his conscience to the devil in exchange for power equal to his loyalty. As a result, he became the guardian of another order under the empire's light order - the dark order. He does not distinguish between right and wrong, he only acts according to the orders of his master, and bites all enemies who oppose the empire.

"Please listen, please listen, this is the story of the 'Hand of the Dawn', he is the guardian of the dawn, the apostle of the white dragon, driving away the darkness..." The bard sang these long lyrics in the tavern, playing the sweet notes on his lyre. The drinkers around him all looked at him and listened to this story. But in the corner of the hotel, a man with a hood covering his face just drank a glass of water silently and listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar story. He didn't try to stop it because he knew that this was the story the world wanted to hear. [My personal re-attempt, a story of a hero's growth, and also a story about shadow chasing light.