In the third winter after the end of the war, Gray Stone Town finally welcomed a long-lost tranquility.
Messiah sat by the hearth, her rough fingers stroking a faded wooden cup. Time had etched ravines in her face, and once sunlit golden hair had long turned to the gray and white of withered grass.
She gazed at the snowflakes outside the window, her mind filled with a variety of mixed and messy thoughts.
The war was finally over!
Although they ultimately lost the war, did it really matter?
Over the decades, Messiah had witnessed too much suffering and felt too much pain.
The so-called glory, badges, and courage were nothing more than a spiritual shackle fabricated by the nobles to maintain their interests, deceiving the common folk into going to war for them and risking their lives.
In reality, ordinary people didn't care about so much; everyone just wanted to live well.
Lost, then lost it is.
