Harmony Hunt Bags
Description: From birth, all that ever lay before him was but a lightless dungeon. To this darkness, irrelevant sins bound him… irrelevant memories engulfed him. He writhed, gasping for breath with every fiber of his being, attempting to clasp a sliver of light in this fathomless ocean. Until the day the general stepped into the lightless depths of this prison, he beheld a radiance shining brighter than the sun – the gaze of a young man.
Description: The blade shattered, plunging into the bone-chilling cold. All earthly instruments are mere futilities, their worth discernible with a single glance. "What use do I have of swords?" She holds no attachment, nor does her gaze accommodate anything within. "From now on, I shall be my own sword." To transcend perceived precipices and achieve unprecedented breakthroughs, one must regard themselves as "kindling" to fuel their own fire.
