The twilight glow was like pale golden feathers, gently brushing over the distant dark gray platform and this fluorescent blue Tamazaki Sea, lending them a touch of softness.
This was a very beautiful graveyard.
Beichen Heng crouched halfway and stopped before a tombstone. The marks of time had blurred the inscription, making it impossible to identify its owner.
But it was, after all, his future neighbor, so he gently brushed the dust from the tombstone with his fingers.
Listening to the soft rustle of dirt falling to the ground and feeling the warm breeze tinged by the setting sun, he felt that time had slowed at this moment, like syrup gradually solidifying, flowing more and more slowly.
When the dust had completely fallen away, several lines of writing barely emerged on the tombstone.
Beichen Heng lowered his weary eyes and read the barely legible small print. In the end, he confirmed that buried here was also a soldier who had once fought for Izumo's survival.
In truth, he had many things he wanted to say. At this moment, perhaps this soldier could become someone he could confide in.
So he prepared a pot of wine, murmuring softly as he poured it out with one hand.
The soft earth before the tombstone gradually became damp and cold. The sake seeped into the soil, bubbling softly, as though someone truly sat before him, drinking with him.
In this deserted moment, he spoke of his cowardice.
If a leader needed absolute faith in victory, then he was an unqualified leader.
He had been cowardly. He had fled. He had regarded the continuation of civilization with doubt and pessimism, and even now, his thoughts remained the same.
He was merely an ordinary person. He had no certainty of victory in this game. That was