The Absolute Sword!

It is now the sixteenth year of summer, and now, winter is approaching. Humans were once the weakest race on the planet. Whether they were monsters, dragons, or anything else, those ordinary and busy people who worked day after day were like fragile straw. They would fall when the wind came. Even if there was no wind, they might not live long. [Western Fantasy Race + Sword and Magic + Group Image Growth + Power Politics]