The Fallen World

Loneliness

Abyss was windy that afternoon with strong and weak winds blowing constantly, it seemed to be about to rain. But the children playing in the woods on the hillside of Rathole had no reason to stop the fun. The mock battle is taking place very fiercely: the two factions are close to each other, only more than a dozen steps away between the land with many different high and low mounds. The slime bullets and pieces of wood gradually thinned out, leaving only a few wooden sticks ready to be swung. It didn't take long for the children to fight each other, with the sound of swearing and swearing echoing around, mixed with joyful laughter.

On the highest mound, a young boy sat with his hands behind his back, looking down with indifferent eyes. He doesn't like such violence, even if it's just mock battles, and most of all, his father teaches him not to say ugly words because it's not good at all.

… Most importantly, no one dared to let him play with him because he was thin, but he was the stro