phantomsword # 6
A quiet morning walk. A bust of the machine appeared in a gentle sunlight. Berserkers who are forced to fight until they die.
I am trying to fight even if I cut a limb. "I want you to look for my weapon," he begs to ask him, "Your battle ended in peace." The red eyes shining violently changed to a mild blue, and the eyes closed softly.この記事が気に入ったらサポートをしてみませんか？