One mission.
One?
Only one.
With the sword?
With the light.
How is this possible?
By writing.
The ink of memory.
The light of intelligence.
The white and black.
All colors of thoughts.
And the sword?
Broken.
From what?
From the absolute will.
Isn’t it extreme?
Only needed.
Why?
It is the only thing that crossed centuries.
That is indeed necessary.
The sword belongs to the era.
While the light to Humanity.
This is the thing the barbarians are afraid of.
Those who commit genocide…
They can broke the sword.
But they cannot burn the light.