Ember Earth Sword Path

The bone-corroding demonic mist locks the ashes of the earth, and twelve remaining lives hang in the air. A rusty sword hides a thousand-year sword soul. The blood slave boy opens his eyes, and the breath of the sword breaks his body; half a lamp of clear light condenses the purified blood, and the masked girl stays in the shadow, and the lake in his heart rises. When the roar of machinery gnaws at the spirit, when the mutated beast roar tears apart the ruins, the sealed sword path is trembling in the dust. Should he sink into the shackles of vassalage, or split the mist with his broken blade? Where the rust color and the clear light shine together, you can see the light coming from the ashes.