Shadow People

The scholars of Westwater are gradually lost in the unpredictable unknown, and the mages of Ainoxin meditate on the high tower without caring about the world; The vibrant giant trees spread their roots to all corners, and the everlasting flames flashed with dazzling light; The soldiers covered in blood gritted their teeth and silently cleaned their wounds, while the weather-beaten stone castle sighed helplessly in the face of the wilderness; The turbulent long river gradually dried up amid the turmoil, and the majestic dragon roared unwillingly toward the sky; The wandering breeze carefully whispered in people's ears, and the masked man hiding in the shadows clenched his dagger and looked around blankly. Cross stood on the dome of Lesofia Cathedral, took off his veil and let it float away in the wind. Eyeballs that were all blue and as exquisite as gems floated next to his ears and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Have you decided to accept my suggestion?" "Since this is the only hope, I am willing to bear this sin!"