The Sword and the Sigh of the World

There is no black and white in Boudispa. People wander, struggle, and resist in the whirlpool of fetters, and are forced to make choices and fulfill the "justice" they firmly believe in. But in the end they will turn into a handful of smoke and dust as time flies, floating in the long river of history. No one will remember their names or what they did, only obscure and unknown poems will be passed down by the bards forever.