I'm Like This, What Do You Mean I Have No Heart?

Under the giant tree of life, there is never a shortage of knights, nobles, power and strength, blood and fire. Destiny bestows power and strength on life, so blood and fire erupt from the eyes that refuse to shed tears, and anger and sorrow crack the sword. The oath of loyalty, the luxurious coat of arms, the battlefield of gold and silver. The swords and magic here do not belong to brave men, but to sacrifices. Arthur Holloway's body was ablaze with flames, and his blackened hands clenched his sword. "I have sacrificed so much over the years... Destiny, it's your turn this time!" In long agony, he said.