Night is not eternal, but memories are....
Walking a path covered with hidden thorns, saving even a small dying animal can change the course of history written in stone. "I Shuren will steal the swords of the underworld, I will kill, I will plunder, even if I have to tear off my limbs I will find the truth hidden behind that veil of mist."
Miserably on the ground and with her last remaining breath she raised her dying face, standing there without any sign of fatigue she looked at him as if he were an inanimate being.
"What are you...?" said the man before he died in that holy church.
"I don't know..."