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In an era where the universe is a playground, everyone is armed to the teeth with high technology, but some people still choose to go to the battlefield with an old bow and arrow. There is no energy shield, no flying backpack, only endurance, skills, and the stubbornness of not giving in.
The situation on the front line has completely gone out of control. The enemy is pressing from all sides, and the soldiers fall one after another. The signal for calling for support has long been blocked, and the only one left to rely on is himself. Archer hid behind the broken wall, panting, pulling the bow while watching his former comrades become silent corpses. Every time the string is loosened, it is a contest between life and death.
But the war will not stop because you are afraid. You know that you have no way back. Either keep going and pull hope back to humanity with your hands; or sink into the ruins and return to dust with the group of sacrifices.
The more enemies there are, the calmer and braver you are. You pull your fate back little by little with your hands and courage.