Once, amidst the world's drift, men were but ants. Beneath a solitary moon, the path was treacherous and lonel…
Once, amidst the world's drift, men were but ants. Beneath a solitary moon, the path was treacherous and lonely. Now, as the celestial wind sweeps through the void, dawn finally breaks. An old shadow hums; a hardened soldier sighs. This life of Chen Tun's is, at last, bereft of regret.