Epic?

Not everyone who wrote poetry could be called a poet, just as not everyone who knew magic could be called a spellcaster.

The "Prophetic Epic" in Punk's hands clearly could not be called poetry. At least... in Punk's opinion, this so-called "epic" was nothing more than a heap of messy words forcibly stitched together. If not for the possibility that those piled-up phrases contained some hidden hints, Punk would never have bothered reading something that "wasn't art yet insisted on pretending to be art"!

As he spread out the paper, an ancient Byron language poem written in vivid orange ink could be seen clearly on the exquisite parchment beneath the hazy moonlight:

"At the border of the Hatak Kingdom lies a town.

Within the town known as 'Dawnlight' lives a young man.

A warrior named 'Ganatica' was born on an unremarkable day.

Yet his future is destined to be vast and turbulent!

The kind and gentle townsfolk nurtured the 'hero's' friendly heart.

A harsh and impoverished life forged the 'hero's' steadfast will.

Exceptional talent gave the 'hero' the potential to become an outstanding warrior.

The exploitation of greedy nobles planted the spark of resistance in the 'hero's' heart.

The rulers' busyness must bring neglect; even sunlight does not shine upon the weeds growing in mud.

One day in the future, the young man named Ganatica will surely ignite a wildfire in the name of 'kindness.'

He will rally the armies that have long been ignored.

He will lead the impoverished commoners suffering from hunger and cold.

He will assassinate the rotten and corrupt royal family.

He will... confront the Legendary existence hidden behind the curtain.

Perhaps this spark is destined to be extinguished halfway through.

But the pitiful Imperial Nation will surely collapse completely amidst the flames"!

"...What a nonsensical