Crockta trudged through the darkness, and he sank deeper into the inescapable abyss with every step. His footsteps grew heavy as the darkness pulled him inside and engulfed him. His pitiful moans were swallowed up by the abyss.0

Then his body began to vanish until only his consciousness remained floating in the darkness. He wasn’t sure whether he was looking into the darkness, or if he was in a state where he couldn’t recognize anything because his vision had been cut off. Regardless, he was completely exhausted.2

Crockta thought about what someone once said.1

‘The world is a parabola.’5

Suddenly, a line of light rose in the darkness. A flame as small and frail as a firefly drew a smooth curve as it flew up into the air.1

‘Things that rise eventually sink.’1

Once the flame hit its peak, it fell and disappeared without a trace as if there had been nothing since the beginning. There was only darkness.0

‘Like that small thing, a speck of dust consumed by the void.’0

Crockta raised his eyes. He was on the battlefield.0

‘This is the world.’1

The sky was red, and the earth was black. Countless people were dying and killing one another where the sky and the earth merged. Orcs and humans were charging toward each other. It was a war filled with countless moments of life and death.0

One human screamed in pain as his head was sent flying into the air. The orc who had chopped off his head let out a triumphant roar, but it was followed by someone stabbing the orc in the head.1

Blood continued to spray everywhere as swords collided on the battlefield.0

Crockta’s field of vision changed. The battlefield...0