บท 398: Arch-Devil

Peace!

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/CLANG!/

/SWING!/

/SPLATTER!/

Screams and swords, shields and arrows… A combination is as old as humanity itself.

Rights, wrongs, and beliefs... When all meet, conflict is born.

War in its purest form. A place where two met, but three fall…

War is all about interest, and rarely did it not affect those unaffiliated with it.

It's all-encompassing, with the only thing that matters is the side you choose... However, at the end of the day, Humans suffer the same way.

Wherever the winds of destruction pass, people fall like weeds.

Lives are lost, loved ones perish, their dignity violated, and their futures are robbed of them.

/CLANG!/

Dale's second memory, the Memory of an Ancient Warrior was all about this…