The Great Dream God

Edward was like a frightened deer, with an indelible fear on his face. His eyes were as big as bells, and his deep pupils no longer reflected a firm belief, but endless panic. His body, as if swept by a gust of wind, instantly broke through the quiet air and rushed forward, as if he was escaping from some indescribable terror.

His wings fluttered wildly in the sky, like a vortex in a storm, and every flap was a fierce attack on the fear deep in his heart, as if he was burning away the haze entangled in his heart with the fire of life. His flight was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky, surpassing the speed limit, even making it difficult for light and shadow to capture his trajectory, as if he was breaking free from the shackles of time and galloping alone in the cracks of time and space.

However, at that moment, he stopped abruptly, suspended in mid-air, like a meteor hanging in the sky. The feather pupils that once reflected fearless light were now filled with tears, like broken stars falling into a dark lake, creating ripples of despair. Although those eyes still flashed with the courage of the past, they were more filled with deep sorrow, like the brightest star in the night sky, falling into the endless darkness, leaving only a faint light swaying in the abyss of despair.

Edward's palm slapped his face like a violent storm. The crisp slap was like thunder tearing through the quiet night sky, instantly shaking the boundless nothingness. His face was twisted in pain, like a painting ravaged by a storm, full of anger and regret. The anger was like the undercurrent before a volcanic eruption, blazing and violent, a ruthless lashing at his own cowardice, and a deep confession of the fear deep in his heart.

His chest, like a turbulent sea, rose and fell violently. Every breath was like a sharp blade cutting his lungs, carrying endless struggle and pain. The painful gasps seemed to be the call of the soul on the edge of the abyss. Every struggle was a sharpening of self-toughness and a passionate prayer for courage. On this silent battlefield, Edward fought a desperate battle with the fear in his heart at the cost of his own pain.

He did not choose the familiar escape route, but with fearless determination, he suddenly turned his body, went against his previous footsteps, and soared like an eagle into the sky. He knew that the fear hidden in his heart was like a phantom in the dark night, always clinging to him, following him step by step, like a towering mountain made of cold stones, weighing heavily on his heart, making his every heartbeat seem to struggle on the edge of suffocation. This fear, like winter frost and snow, solidified his blood, but like the scorching sun in summer, it burned his soul.

Go back the way you came!

Edward was like a sharp lightning, passing through the fierce storm and returning to the battlefield where death and glory intertwined. His heart trembled in the wind, and the tragic scene before him made his soul tremble, as if he heard the roar of history. Once, the Iron Division of mankind stood here. They stood on this scorched earth with unyielding fighting spirit and rock-like faith. Now there are only broken walls and ruins left. They were forced to retreat to the foot of a towering mountain, like a trapped beast fighting hard. This last fortress became their sustenance for survival and a beacon of hope.

The lofty mountains stand tall and majestic, like a majestic poem of nature, with solid rocks and bones building an insurmountable natural moat. The peaks and ridges are like picturesque pictures, piercing the vast sky like the swords of warriors, pointing straight to the sky. It is a silent declaration, declaring the power and indomitable nature of the earth.

Under the sky, traces of history are visible. The marks of war are deeply engraved on every rock baptized by artillery fire and in every gust of wind, which carries the warmth of war and travels through the corridor of time. Every inch of soil is soaked in blood, carrying countless heroic souls, whispering and telling the tragic past, like an ancient elegy, low and passionate.

When the wind blows gently, it takes away not only the particles of dust, but also the shouts that once resounded through the sky, the grief of unfulfilled ambitions. They echo through the valley, resonate with the rocks, and turn into war songs that no one can understand.

He was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky, swift and fearless, crossing the smoke-filled sky, galloping all the way, aiming directly at the top of the mountains. The mountain wind whistled, like a horn on the battlefield, playing a magnificent prelude to his arrival. His figure was looming in the flames, and every step he took was in a firm rhythm, like the beating of a war drum, shocking people's hearts.

There, he met Meng Jin, the brave and fearless general. Meng Jin stood on the top of the mountain like an unshakable stone monument, carrying the weight of history and traces of war. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, cold and full of wisdom, as if he could see through all the fog and see the dawn of the future. On his cheek, a smile bloomed quietly like the rising sun.

"Edward, you're back." Meng Jin's voice was steady and powerful, like a war drum echoing in the valley. "You wisely chose to return. Otherwise, the cruelty of this battlefield would be enough to make your soul dissipate and turn into dust on this land."

Edward was like an autumn leaf blown by the wind, keeping silent with his head down. He was not afraid of the challenge in front of him, but of the anxiety in his heart. His eyes were full of humility and awe, as if the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to speak. However, Meng Jin, the elder with wisdom like stars and smile like spring breeze, broke the silence at the right time.

"However, this just proves your extraordinaryness, Edward." Meng Jin's words flowed in the air like a gurgling stream, washing away the tense atmosphere. "Only those who are truly smart, possessing unfathomable wisdom and fearless courage can advance step by step in this complex world until they reach your current glorious position. You are like a giant standing in the clouds, so outstanding and so amazing!"

However, Meng Jin's smile did not dim because of this severe challenge. Instead, it was like the first smile blooming in the morning light, bright and full of endless enthusiasm, like a beam of warm sunshine on the winter snowfield, shedding the light of hope. "However, when the vast army of purple demons rolls in like a raging wave, have you forged an impeccable defense strategy? You must know that every chess piece on the chessboard must be used with extreme caution, and behind every choice, it carries the weight of the fate of millions of lives."

His smile was full of determination, and every glance in his eyes sparkled with wisdom, like a bright lamp lit in the dark night, illuminating the unknown road ahead. That smile was like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, penetrating the clouds and sprinkling on the cold battlefield.