by SRC0007
A soul falls into a desolate village, bones still cold —what does a mortal frame fear of nine-fold hardship?One sword, ground sharp through a thousand sufferings,until at last, the first peak beyond the clouds is seen.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | New World | 0 |
| 2 | Chapter 2 | 0 |
| 3 | Chapter 3: Death’s Grinding Wheel | 0 |
| 4 | **Chapter 4: Silent Chains and Hidden Gifts** | 0 |
