In the whirlwind of blades and supernatural powers, his life was worth no more than an ant!,Despite his fear, which made him sweat and his steps unsteady, he had reaped a good harvest these past two days!,That was on the second day of battle, when he carried a badly wounded soldier back to the underground shelter, the dying soldier shoved a blue crystal into his hand. Before he could say another word, he died.。