Waves crashing against the shore—though weathered by storms, the unyielding spirit remains. Countless whispers…
Waves crashing against the shore—though weathered by storms, the unyielding spirit remains. Countless whispers echoed in your ears, and before you lay mountains of corpses. That was his past, and also his choice. Shattering the rocks and darkness ahead, carrying the treasure that could save the world—Palm Strike Master—he returned.