The Left-Handed Gate

When the golden greatsword cleaves the black night, do you still remember that teardrop, branded upon the left side of my chest? Here is my heart, beating fiercely, filled with strength and sorrow! How could an endless night keep me from following your trail? It seems I can see someone’s tears shimmering in the torrent of sword and flame. I cannot tell: is the silver-haired girl walking through that merciless hell you, or me? This is a world of swords and magic. This is a feast of exchanged souls. This is the chronicle of a hero, the baptism of war, and a moving legend of love! Welcome to the Gate of Left Rotation. Open it and enter this world. Perhaps you’ll read the legend of your own life! Group number: 119091066 Furulu: Everyone, vote!