"What a poor child…. Your parents should not have left you in the crucible of this war. You are fortunate that this old man noticed you."
Apart from Zhuquan De pulling him away from that battlefield, those words were the only thing Yang Lujia could remember from the day he entered this world.
He could no longer remember the declarations exchanged between the two sides. The screams, the blood, and the enormous creatures fighting above him had also disappeared from his memory.
Perhaps his body had been too young to properly record any of it.
He had only been an infant. His mind might have buried the experience before it could become something he would continue remembering throughout his life.
'Natural instinct, perhaps.'
Fifteen years passed.
The war that once shook a large portion of the Verdant Archive eventually became another event recorded inside old historical manuscripts. People still spoke about it, but most of them only knew what had been written by those who survived.
