LORE

Beginning
There is a faded, barely readable inscription within its rotten structure. It resembles the writings used by mages. Although the sword looks rotten, it feels quite sturdy. Holding it inspires more fear than confidence. The only thing I feel is fear.

Weeks later
Looking closely, I can clearly smell the blood. It seems to have drunk blood like a tree drinks water. The rottenness is nothing more than appearance. The smell of blood increases as I kill.

Months later
Blood rots it further. The rottenness increases as it absorbs blood. But its solidity remains the same. Holding it, I feel it wants the blood in my body. It feels like it wants to draw the blood out of me.

Truth
The craftsman who made this sword was murdered. By another craftsman jealous of his excellent sword-making skills. This is the last sword he made before being killed. The sword has seen many battles. Its thirst never ended. And it never will. It always wants blood. Always.

Beginning
This sword does not belong to this realm. Otherwise, its existence is impossible to believe. I cannot describe it. It cools the surroundings, but I don't feel the cold when I hold it. It's not magical. But it's impossible to understand.

Weeks later
It whispers. It whispers now. I am sure it wants to tell me something. It feels like someone is trapped inside. Sometimes it scares me. Sometimes it saddens me. Sometimes it gives me hope. The whispers come from very deep within.

Months later
It has been very angry lately. The whispers are rarer but louder. It's impossible for me to understand it. I feel very cold when I leave it. It cools more now. It's as if everything is covered in ice. I have no choice but to keep it with me.

Possession
I am going mad. The sword is driving me mad. That's what it does. If I give up its power, I cannot escape from here. I cannot leave it. If I leave it, it's too cold. I have to carry it with me. The whispers are very clear now. I have to endure. There is no other way to defeat those who confront me. Everyone beside me is dead. If it weren't for this sword, I would have been dead long ago. I will not listen to it. I must continue. I must walk.

They called it Dragon Flame. There are no inscriptions on it. Sharp, pure, and hard. It has a strong energy that one can feel. It has a two-part structure. The sword is not suitable for masters who dance.

They say everyone wanted to hold this sword at least once. The army of the commander carrying this sword supposedly never lost a battle.

They called it Dragon Flame. The makers of the sword are gone now. They lived long ago. Lost in stories. How they made it, for what purpose they made it, we can never learn these things. But there is one truth everyone knows; this sword was forged in dragon flame. In the flame of a real, living dragon.

Can a dragon be captured? If it cannot be captured, how was this sword made? It is through these and similar questions that the story of this sword is told. It instills fear in the opponent. Even in allies. Who knows, maybe there is goodness within this sword too.

It warms one's heart. Holding it brings joy. It seems full of happiness. Very sharp. Smooth exterior. Not very comfortable to hold. But light. Very light. It shouldn't be this light.

The second owner of this sword was a thief. A thief living in a simple but large village. He stole it from a stranger who came to the village. He told no one where he found the sword. Shortly after stealing the sword, he was found dead in his home. No one ever found his sword.

The third owner of the sword was a Sisum. A cunning Sisum. Full of malice, his mind filled with wickedness. He was disliked by the Sisum. His name was Yorah; he was exiled by the King. He joined gangs in the forests. Shortly after acquiring the sword, he died. No one who had seen the sword before ever saw it again.

The fourth owner of the sword was a king. A wicked king. No one loved him. He never treated his people well, never hesitated to issue death warrants. Shortly after acquiring the sword, he was found dead on his throne. No one saw the sword again.

The continuation of this sword's story contains spoilers from the main storyline and is therefore not included here.

What is the meaning of sounds? What is the meaning of sounds for humans? Does music always sound pleasant? Can what is listened to today be listened to again tomorrow? Humans change very quickly. But is every change good?

Music can be listened to without lyrics. However, if the lyrics are meaningless to the listener, what is the value of that song? Nevertheless, even without lyrics, every song always means something to someone. Lyrics are sharper and limit the meaning that rhythm can express.

Whose bow was this? Could more have been said than words?

Every arrow shot by this bow is as fast as sound. The moment you hear its sound, you also feel the arrow.

Fearless Woman Warrior

There was a woman whose eyes had witnessed the brutality of war. She had participated in wars for years and successfully completed many challenging battles. But on the days the wars ended, she realized that life no longer held meaning for her. She had lost everything she fought for in the wars. Only her bow and herself remained.

This woman used this bow, which would later be known as the Bow of Courage. Although the Bow of Courage freed its user from fears, it could not prevent them from losing their sanity. Thus, the owner of this bow, no matter how fearless she became after losing everything, could not escape madness.

The woman, along with her bow, was spoken of as a symbol against the brutality of war. People who heard her story admired her. After a while, both the woman and the bow became legends.

Legends say that whoever uses this bow will eventually go mad. And the person who takes the bow in hand, having tasted that fearlessness once, never wants to let it go.

This bow could shoot arrows so far that when it was learned which region the user roamed, those in that region would fall into despair.

Those who heard the stories, power, and range of this bow could not think straight, fearing a swift arrow coming from an unseen place could kill them at any moment.

It slowly eroded the mental health of the faint-hearted and the cowards who easily believed in stories.
Some stories tell that this bow was seen neutralizing targets solely by driving them mad with fear.

War... Why do so many people die? For whom are these wars? For what? What can be more precious to a person than their own life? What can convince a person to give their life? Those who ask others to fight at the cost of their lives, why don't they fight themselves, why don't they send their children to fight?

Is it better to survive a war? Or to die in that war? After seeing how many deaths does a person no longer want to live? After causing how many deaths can a person no longer continue to live? How many deaths have those who give the order to kill seen?

Taking a life. Being forced to take a life. Having to take another life to avoid losing your own. My poor soul, surviving in the life I am forced to live.

What is self-interest? Is not wanting to die also self-interest? When does a person's self-interest become wanting to die? Is it also self-interest when a person might wish harm instead of good for themselves, even being forced to do so? Being forced...

Don't mind that she was called a witch; this jewelry actually belongs to a well-intentioned sorceress. This witch frightened the local people, so she was called a witch once, then her name became the fearsome witch. She actually wanted to keep people away; she performed dangerous magic for good deeds. No one ever learned how she could appear and disappear in an instant. Everyone was just afraid; this necklace still searches for its owner, that fearsome witch full of kindness.

This necklace is thought to be made with Valenium. Rumor has it that it causes one to lose their mind. The truth is, the necklace was made by cunning Sisum. It is impossible to tell if Valenium is present or not. Only the makers of the necklace could say. The Sisum wanted the necklace's power to diminish when worn by other races. Therefore, the necklace is not valued by anyone other than the Sisum.

Everyone makes mistakes. But not every mistake is forgiven. A liar cannot be trusted; everything changes. Both good and bad memories always sadden people. Priorities determine whether there is time. Life is both a curse and a fortune for humans.

Once trust is lost, it is never fully regained. The wise are not deceived twice. The lover's eye is blind. But being blind is not the problem; it is always falling in love with a liar. This earring reminds one not to fall for a liar a second time. If it senses a lie, it whispers into the wearer's ear.

The mage who made these used the ashes of those they killed while crafting these earrings. They look like black, matte metal. But when touched, a foul smell surrounds the area. Is death something to be feared?

These earrings are carved from a unique amethyst crystal. Each earring appears as if split from a single crystal, yet they are identical. Intricate, intertwined spiritual symbols are engraved on them, and they emit a faint purple glow.

Killing a Dragon grants great respect and prestige among humans. On the other hand, it results in great hatred and hostility from the Sisum. Sisum do not wear jewelry and clothes made by hunting Dragons. They show no mercy to those who do. This ring is thought to be over 500 years old.

What does it take to call a creature wretched? Is losing all loved ones enough? Or must one have been deceived by lies? And is a traveler who has lost all their belongings also wretched? Many spells are woven into this ring. The spells contain the sorrowful stories of those who wore the ring. The ring has the ability to enchant itself.

It is the cause of unhappiness for some, the dream of others. Man does not know the value of what he possesses. Cannot forget the past; some earthquakes shatter the soul. Then man asks himself: what is happiness? Who can answer such a question? Questions sometimes drive people mad. This ring also belonged to a madman. According to some, it belonged to the wisest.

These guardians have a single purpose: To protect. To prevent evil from resurfacing. They are the last defense encountered if what should not be opened is opened. They say if these guardians are passed; "the end of the kingdom will come. The sun will not rise. Evil will be free until imprisoned again."

A long time ago, a powerful kingdom was besieged after a great war. History always portrays that kingdom negatively. No one speaks of it. Therefore, very little information has been passed down to the present day. Almost no one living today is aware of such a kingdom.

The King dies in battle. The Queen, however, is a very powerful sorceress. Enemies reach the palace. Not a single person survives this siege where everything burns and only death remains. Except for one person. Queen Isolde, who realizes she will die and knows she has nowhere to run.

Isolde seals the throne room. She transports the entire throne room along with herself. The throne room disappears from the palace in a great destruction amidst dust. No one ever finds the Queen again.

This cruel king and queen, who only shed blood throughout their lives, are finally defeated. Everyone living in the kingdom is brutally murdered during the invasion. Such intense hatred and destruction are never seen again. How this hatred arose, why it happened—this information and details are too long to fit on these pages.

After imprisoning herself, the Queen makes herself immortal there at great cost. She never finds a way to escape from the throne room where she is located. But there is a way to bring people with magical powers to the throne room. The Queen's only entertainment now is the mages she deceives and lures to her side.

No one knows the details of the aforementioned immortality either. Perhaps people just wanted to believe she was alive.

Living mushrooms are an evil deed done by solitary witches to prevent other creatures from entering the area. How the witches do this is impossible to know. Whether Valenium is involved, or just magic, only the witches could tell. The problem is that these mushrooms remain in that area for centuries. As new mushrooms grow, magical mushrooms also appear. Even if the witch who cast the spell leaves her dwelling, these mushrooms are seen there for hundreds of years.