A Fallen Einherjar’s Last Words – Codex
I still remember how grand the gold city was. Followers were coming and going to the queen’s court, kissing the toes of her statues and praying that she would lay her finger on their worthless lives until the dragon flew next to the eternal sun, and the sky became nothing but dusk. The dragon’s breath ignited the dying artificial sun, making it lose its eternal shape. Then the winged birds fell like rain, humans the beasts ran for their lives as the scorching gold made them gold statues with flesh inside.
The gold covered the dragon as well, but the dragon’s death and waiting of a thousand years couldn’t subside its malice. The strong power inside its body always wants to break out. It’s been a thousand years. The eternal faith of fighting for the Queen let me and other numerous Ichi warriors have an undying soul. We guarded the abyss border and fought with the Shadowborn born from the dragon’s rotten flesh.
Now the Queen has returned, and the eternal sun has risen again, but I didn’t gain strength from its radiance like what happened before. The sun’s radiance is no longer pure gold, and its impurities are rotting our will. The Shadowborn even gains some kind of nourishment from it.
I wrote this in the hope of telling whoever is reading that we had fought with the evil dragon’s Shadowborn, then our comrades, and finally the rotten will of ourselves. We couldn’t even suicide to clear our minds. How should a soul that has been dead for a thousand years be relieved? This is not a battle. There’s no enemy, spoil, blood, or glory, only shadows from the past and overdrawn eternity. How I wish to close my eyes and wake up in a nightmare! That would be an endless ecstasy…
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