The Thunder God of Lani City A Tale of Eternity and Solitude

After the rain, the streets were filled with mist, condensing on the cobblestones. The sky of Lani City was low, like a piece of ink cloth that never faded. In the direction of the giant tower, there was always a purple figure, appearing intermittently under the flashes of lightning. General Bazelbus, the god of thunder, stood there, like an unfinished poem.
Her deep purple eyes were soaked with five hundred years of loneliness. Travelers who came to Lani City were always attracted to her. The sickle cut through the sky, and the thunder echoed deep in the clouds, low and distant, as if telling a long-forgotten story. Time flowed slowly under the sacred cherry tree, and the petals fell gently, turning into dots of light under the touch of the blade, dissipating in the air, like those old friends who disappeared with the passage of time.
Some people say that the shadow is sharpened into the sharpest blade and forgets the warmth of the scabbard. On a rainy night, a traveler crossed the barrier of thunder and lightning and came to “Qingxin”. There, the shadow lost its sacred majesty and sat quietly under the sacred cherry tree. Her clothes were soaked, her long hair was loose, like a tired flower. The thunder in the distance still roared, but this time, after the traveler saw the lightning, the drizzle fell, washing away someone’s sorrow. On the statue of the thousand-armed and hundred-eyed god, the divine eyes flickered with a faint light, witnessing her transformation from a guardian to an executioner. In the Rani Temple where the hermitage was in seclusion, people still prayed devoutly, unaware that their thunder god had already turned their flesh into puppets. In the confrontation with the traveler, every swing of the sickle was accompanied by the confusion of the god. Is eternity to solidify time, or to pursue the essence of eternity in change? This question is like an unsolvable puzzle, hanging in her heart.
It is said that this sickle contains the “Blade of No Thought”, which is the amazing martial art that killed the demon god Orobas. However, when she wields the sickle to protect her people, the blade light is not only the light of the lightning element, but also the memory of dancing with her sister Zhenzhen in the courtyard. In the ceremony of the Sakura Purification God, the traveler touched the softest wound of eternity: it turns out that the guardian of eternity is the one who is most afraid of losing the one he cherishes.
Two versions of the legend are circulating on the streets of Rani. The storyteller at the market tells the legend of the god of war killing the giant snake, while the light novel of the Eight Swords family tells the story of a puppet general who loves sweets. The traveler walked into the tower holding the three-color mochi, and watched her wipe the filling from her lips awkwardly, and suddenly realized that eternity is not a cold concept, but a persistence in what is cherished. Just like the tea fragrance in the tower, dancing with the falling cherry blossoms.