In
that world, there are indeed many wanderers.
There are indeed may lives and many deaths.
There are many different forms of existence.
But ultimately, man lives and dies by the sword.
However,
there is one. And what of his
appearance?
On wings as if dyed with vermillion,
The winds carry him through the skies.
With black blood beating in his heart, he rises from the earth.
With eyes blue as the sky, he surveys the lands around him.
This
body…
Is savage and untamed.
One face is that of the protector.
But as in every other world,
The other face is that of…