In the era of cold weapons, a war was often not as optimistic as imagined.
Before experiencing such face-to-face battles, it is hard for those living in peaceful times to speculate on the predatory gazes wandering the battlefield. Battle is a biting cold, a chilling severity, the gleaming blade piercing the throat, causing blood to spurt and blend into the night—the dying desperately struggle, with weakened and powerless gazes fixed on the last scene they could witness. It should be a picture gradually dimming and coming to a halt.
Then, as blood foam chokes the lungs, the injured cough strenuously, miserably curling up and dying.
But many still naively replaced the real battle scenes with those from novels, just like the first batch of players and later ones in 'Amber Sword.' Of course, back then, Brand still had an identity named 'Sophie.' He remembered his first real battle in that past game unfolded absurdly and amusingly.
