Azetalia War Chronicles

When the years passed, the girl stood at the foot of the mountain at the peak of the gods, walking alone on a path covered with mandalas, with two mottled bloodstains. Looking in front of her was the boundless thorns, and behind her was a lonely cliff that diffused into the clouds. The author's self-fantasy novel, don't complain, don't mind A group has been opened: 124054713 If you are interested, you can come in and have a look.