"This is our duty!" Yuliy glared at him.
Indeed, this was a cursed land, haunted by beasts and spirits since ancient times. People had no choice but to take up swords to fight against them. This endless battle seemed to have no end; the monsters would resurrect after death, while the sword-bearers aged. Thus, they sought those with equal courage to replace them, passing the aged longswords into the hands of the young to venture into the mist under the moon, to wage bloody battles against the monsters their ancestors had once fought...
Generations went on, endless.
Gongsun Ce's anger subsided in an instant, replaced by a mix of self-reproach and guilt. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, I..."
"Your anger is justified, child," the old captain, deeply empathetic, said, "No righteous man could face that scene untouched."
