Iron and Curse

When the cold light of truth and science penetrated the dark night, the gears of industry began to turn on the continent of Valtus. After all, the afterglow of natural magic cannot hold its ground in the face of the torrent of steel. The change of times is accompanied by the baptism of iron and fire: the struggle for power, class barriers, the dream of peace and the elegy of honor are intertwined into never-ending disputes. When future generations devote themselves to praising the dazzling new era, who will look back and take a look at the thousands of bones buried deep under the prosperity and turned into funerary objects of the old era? He was born into power, but cursed the crown; he pursued equality, but eventually became a tyrant. He expanded the boundaries of civilization with endless expeditions, and buried the remains of the empire in the applause of Parliament. He brought the most dazzling golden age to the mainland, but left the indifference and war to himself. He once tried to embrace every soul in the ruins, but found that mortals only destroyed themselves in sinking. He stripped order from the flesh and forged the mortal backbone into a tightly-fitted heavy weapon. He never won the war, because he was the war. She once tried to use formulas to calculate the truth and imprison the power of the stars between the gears. When she saw through the machinations of the greedy and the arrogance of the materialistic, she turned around in front of the lights of civilization. She walked towards the wilderness and became a new god under the withered graves in the prayers of the ignorant, guarding the illogical peace in silence. It can be said that: The fire of calamity burns away the cold dream, and the golden wheel crushes the hustle and bustle of the world. Thunderstorms are coming from all directions today. The lonely army clears away evil obstacles, and the iron law protects Cao Cao. After all the world has been exhausted, I am lonely, and the spiritual mountain is alone hidden in the forest. Fame rolls over itself like waves. All living beings are singing in the prosperous age, and a solitary shadow is facing the sky.