Old Dreams Never Die
One The rough shape of the Lantis Mountains was semi-visible in the misty clouds, fuzzily outlined by the lone moon in the dark shadows. Brody sat under a tree, gazing at the fuzzy outline of the distant mountains. He had just finished a battle, and the pain in his right hand hadn't yet faded away. A fluorescent blue light on his arm flickered across his face – Brody was always so expressionless, no matter what he was doing. With battle after battle and countless pains in his right hand, Brody's memory had gradually been filled up long ago. The reckless boy in the small village, the boy who thought he could defeat everything, and the blazing fire in that village. For Brody, the days after retrieving his memories were a cold and gloomy bottomless ocean. Between the endless Lantis Mountains, the light and shadow of the rising sun and the setting moon were his only remaining boats, saving him from drowning in the sea. Brody closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Benedetta w
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