The heroes of the world arise from among us, and once we step into the Magus world, time flies by, swift as a fleeting shadow.
In laughter, we speak of power and glory, yet life itself feels like a brief, intoxicating dream.
Heavenly Demon Clan is but a small world, a fragment of the larger Magus landscape. Leaving the Clan is like a small fish diving into the vast ocean.
Will the wide sea allow this fish to swim freely? Not necessarily—freedom and success depend on one's strength and survival instincts.
The rain poured down in torrents, a rare downpour for autumn, with raindrops falling like strings of silver beads from the sky, covering the distant mountains in a mysterious veil.
The day felt especially cold, as if chilled by the rain itself.
Clip-clop!
The sound of galloping hooves echoed urgently along the main road, the rhythm merging with the pounding of rain on the ground.
